Phoebe Nyx: The Descendant of the Moon

Chapter 1:The Scene Wreckers

Chapter 1 

The Scene-Wreckers 

        "Watch your step Phoebe!" said my mother as I walk up the stairs to the stage. Just one day left before the Grand Gathering for the Outstanding Students of New York University. I've always hated these huge gatherings as much as I hate wearing these six-inches Prada pumps. 

        All my life I've always been called "the perfect girl", "the geek" and my all-time favorite "the brat". 

        They don't know anything. They never understood my situation. Everyone here is rich and famous, but not like me. My father is Richard Archibald Nyx for goodness sake. He is not only a beneficiary of NYU, he is also the richest business man in Chicago, my home state. That is one reason why I strive so hard to be 'perfect' that is the only way for me to fit in my family's society. My mom, Vernice Leland Nyx, is my father's business associate, well aside from being his wife. She's born English and her family (my family too, I think) is very well rounded, raised with discipline and manners, and now she's raising me as if I'm the next Queen Elizabeth. She never believed in the saying "Nobody's perfect". She laughs off when she hears that and says in her perfect English accent, "Only fools believe in that rubbish". I can actually say that my parents are exactly alike, their attitude and manners are very much the same. 

        The perfect couple. 

        But if you'll compare their appearance, they're completely different. My father has brown hair, pale complexion and black eyes that scare the living soul out of me. My mother, in the other hand, has golden blond hair, pale skin and dark hazel eyes that make both of my palm twitch in anger whenever she rolls her eyes at me. 

        Well, I still love them though, maybe because that's my job as their daughter. 

        But that small fact is also suspicious in some ways. People always tell me that I don't look any similar from my parents. My name is Phoebe Leland Nyx, five-eight, without the killer heels that is. I have coal as black hair, electric blue eyes, pale skin and my best asset, my wicked smile that I always wear because that is one of the reasons I was born, to smile as wide as I can until my face hurts. 

        My mom watches me like a hawk sitting in one of those folding leather chair in the audience corner. I repeat my speech in my head as I walk towards the microphone in the right side of the stage, Ms. Jillian Beaufet, my speech tutor walks behind me.  

"Ms. Nyx, it won't be necessary to read out your speech for the third time. I'm sure you'll nail it. You'll need to be here early in the morning to accommodate the guest speakers"

"Okay" I replied. 

"Come along Phoebe. I'm terribly late in my meeting. The board is waiting for ten minutes now." My mom said, sounding irritated, as always. 

        I stroll down the small flight of stairs to the audience corner. I met my mother's angry cold eyes as she storms out the front door of the stadium. We walked in silence to the wide hallways of NYU. The hallways are filled with pictures of past champions for the last hundred years or so. Some of them are really old articles from newspapers that show the extraordinary winners from all types of activities back in the day.

Vernice's shoes echoed all the way to the back of the silent hallway. We walk till we finally passed my very own photo, framed with three gold medals inside.

As I look at myself I can see a very happy girl playing her life-worth violin in front of thousands of people. I can still recall that day, my happiest day. I'm standing in front of all the people that scream my name, I'm smiling so hard, and tears of happiness came flooding out of my eyes. Right there, for the first time, I'm doing something I know I dreamed of doing. I was playing my violin in front of the people who actually loves me. As usual, the scene-wreckers (my parents) didn't attend the most important event of my life. I had the courage to hope that for once they'll come, but they didn't. Right then and there, I realized that I don't care anymore. 

        I remembered spending the rest of the day with Dylan that day after the International Violin Competition. I knew him since I was ten, we hang out a lot as "best friends" just like what he always say. But I know in myself that it's more than that. Even though he hides it well, I know that he feels something, just to coward to confess. But that's fine for me, just being with Dylan makes me happy, and that is one of the rarest trait I have. But after my awful 15th birthday, he went to London to study which shocked me and at the same time angered me. 

        He didn't even say goodbye.

        I came back to reality when my mom's voice roared all through the lobby of the school. 

"My God, Phoebe! You're getting really fat here in New York, you've probably gained weight."

        Maybe I did, that's just because I didn't have any appetite living near them, especially in that mansion of theirs. 

"Not that much actually." I replied. 

"You should always maintain a small dress size for boys to notice you. No wonder Harry left you." She said, mocking me. 

        What the heck is she talking about!? Harry Peterson has been begging me for the last two years to be his girlfriend. I rejected him so many times I didn't even bothered to count how many. And after he finally gives up, he made it look like he damped me not the other way around. And he ended up clasping his shin after I kicked him in his blessed part.  

"God Vernice! How many times should I tell you?" I stopped in my tracks and looked at her. "I. Damped. Him. So please just drop it."  

"Watch your tone young lady! I didn't raise you to be a stubborn child." She said acting like the good mother she's not. 

        I'm so stressed whenever I'm with her. I decided to shut my mouth, there's no certainty what will come out of my mouth. My steps became heavier as we approach the exit door. Barney Jr., the guard, opened the exit doors and the cold November air brushed through my skin. 

        This is a perfect day to hang out with my friends, I thought. 

        I finally said goodbye to Vernice as Barney Jr. drove her back to the Empire State Building. Instead of catching a cab to Elena's place, I decided to walk. I called Elena to inform her that I'm dropping by; she called the whole gang and said "It's party time." 

        I smile at the other end of the conversation and I said my goodbyes. I walked past 23rd street, just a few blocks away from Elena's building. I stood in front of Adam Hotel when I bumped someone. 

        My smile disappeared instantly as I look straight into a familiar pair of gray stormy eyes. I never thought I could see him again. Standing in front of me was my childhood superhero, my protector, my inspiration and the guy who left me broken inside and out. 

"Dylan" I said with trembling voice.