Secrets unveiled. Tbh, I wasn't expecting the story to be this complex. Oh well. That's what my brain wants. Hey, did you know, writing is my stress reliever? The more stressed I get, the more complex my shit gets.
School is starting in two days. Fuck.
AP classes. SAT's. Exams.
I'm tired.
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un·veil : /ˌənˈvāl/
verb : unveil
1. remove a veil or covering from, especially uncover (a new monument or work of art) as part of a public ceremony.
Knock. Knock.
“Zi? Open up. I know you’re in there.”
The weatherbeaten door cracked open, revealing a half-naked brunette with an annoyed expression plastered onto his face.
“What?” he snapped, quite obviously irritated. “I was taking a shower.”
A blue fingernail poked Ziven’s stomach followed by a low whistle. “Have you been working out? You’ve got abs forming here,” Sarah teased.
“Stop,” he narrowed his eyes, beginning to feel self conscious. Sarah had always been good at that- making him feel conscious of his appearance. It was one of the reasons why he bothered going to the gym.
Sarah giggled and pushed aside Ziven to saunter inside. She took one quick look around the small space and wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Ew.”
“Why did you come here? I thought you were going to call,” Ziven closed the door and crossed his arms.
The pretty brunette girl turned around and smiled, resting a hand on her hip. “Oh I was.”
“Then why didn’t you?” Ziven tightened the loose towel around his waist and followed after Sarah as she walked into the living room.
Sarah settled herself on a dark blue couch and crossed her legs. “There are some things you shouldn’t poke your nose in, Zi,” Sarah warned, her bright smile fading, “Whoever it was, they were pretty influential.”
“What are you talking about?” Ziven sighed.
“Erik Garson doesn’t exist.”
“...What?” he narrowed his eyes.
“The only Erik Garson that exists is the one here. Before moving here, Erik Garson was nonexistent. Not even off the grid- nonexistent.”
Ziven merely looked at his sister with an unchanging expression.
Sarah continued, “Meaning, ‘Erik Garson’ is an alias. He’s not real. And, there are no medical records of ‘Erik Garson’. But, your sister here, is a fucking genius. You know that information you sent me last week? Well, I managed to put together the pieces. His real name is Alfonso Erik Price.”
“Alfonso Erik Price…?” Ziven repeated. The name was familiar.
“Yeah. Rings a bell, right? Price Industries?”
“No,” Ziven almost gasped.
“Yes.”
“I thought he died.”
“Apparently not, since he’s alive and well,” Sarah shrugged.
“Not exactly well,” Ziven responded.
“Right. Anyways, medical records. Well. I searched for Price’s records.”
“And?”
“Nonexistent just like Erik Garson.”
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Café Anomalies
Teen FictionZiven is a café owner from a wealthy family. Erik is an anomaly who may not be who he says he is. Put those two together and you get café anomalies with a little pinch of madness.
