CHAINS OF OUR BLOOD

My First Day

Looking different, being different, and acting different is never acceptable in polite society... good thing only fools belong in polite society...

"I'll be fine dad, promise."

"I love you princess"

"I know dad, ditto."

My dad just doesn't get it, I don't do I heart you's. I'm not comfortable. But he never stops, he never stops calling me a princess either. Hah! If I were any princess it would be a princess of darkness for sure! I love black. I like dark things. To put it simply, I'm a goth. I do wish my dad would let me color my hair in simple jet black, but as it's his only request for me to stay a natural blonde (I have my mother's blonde hair, she died giving birth to me, I know dad loved her so much by the way he talks about her, almost as if she's still alive) I couldn't bring myself to go against him. He's a good father. He even commissioned an all black furniture for our new house, in my eyes everything is black and white, a little shades of gray maybe, but that is it. I have what you may call color blindness, and to top it off I'm near-sighted with dyslexia too. I need to be close to texts to be able to make them make sense.

I got into my car and drove to school. My car was a gift from my uncle, my mom's brother who is as rich as Midas with a heart of the same proportion. Sad to say, his wife and daughter isn't the same, I don't have any idea about the son though, the last time we saw each other was on my mom's 8th year death anniversary and the son was at home sick, I do hope he's a little bit better than the daughter. I shudder with the thought of another person just like her, and her mother. Truly my uncle is so unlucky.

I got the Porsche as soon as I passed my driver's ed. And it makes me so happy to know that even with his wife's disapproval he continued to keep in touch with me and my dad. I love it, just like dad, my uncle took my preferences into consideration. I wonder if the daughter knew.

I got to the parking space my father paid for, he isn't that wealthy, but we're pretty well off, him being a programmer and such, I don't really ask him about his work. All I know is that he makes games, some profitable games I would never play.

So far so good, I think students here are used to seeing lavish cars, nobody gawked at Wednesday. Yeah, Wednesday Addams, I just love her resting bitch face. I got out of the car and it started, the stares, I'm so used to it that I can just block it all out. I already had a tour of the school, my classrooms and schedule all memorized, and the little slips of paper signed by Doc Harvey and the Principal all ready for distribution for each of my teachers. I went right into my first class, sat in front.

"Good morning dear, you're new are you?"

"Yes maa..."

"Not maam please, I'm Miss Minchin, and there's someone who sits there dear."

"Oh, but" I took out one slip and handed it to her, she looked at it and smiled to me "I need to sit in front Miss."

"I see my dear, no worries, seeing as you have the same malady as Meredith's brother, I think she'll understand."

"Thank you, Miss."

Miss Minchin then sat down and busied herself, I looked at her with interest, nice woman. She gives off a nice radiating white aura, I can't see auras with my eyes, no, but I get this feeling from meeting people and I could tell if they were rotten or nice. But when I need to describe people's aura I tend to use the colors that I know of, shades of gray, or black, and some have startling white. It's the only ones I could use for I have a monochromatic color blindness. Very, very unusual, yes. Nobody knows about this even my dad, and it could really come in handy in some situations. However, sensing others auras can take a toll on me, physically and emotionally. So I tend to build a wall around me. I used to get sick all the time when I was younger because I didn't know better.

And my musings was cut short by sickly sweet voice by the door.

"Faith, is that eye bags I see? What did you do last night dearie?"

"Oh my, is it horrible Mer? This is unacceptable!"

Oh! Dear me! If it isn't the daughter! I hate that annoying sweet facade of hers, and mentally cringed at the memory of her voice. And chuckled loudly, I am not the same shy eight-year-old girl of before.

She spun on around and gasped upon seeing me. Wow! I'm honored, the she-demon remembers me, wait, how?

"Why are you sitting there hon?"

"Because it's a chair?"

I almost laughed out loud at her trying to hold back her anger, good luck with that! I see the reason for that gasp now.

"I sit there hon, right Miss Minchin?"

Miss Minchin stopped at writing something, looked at her and said

"Well, Meredith, she gave me this."

"Mer what is it?"

I looked at the girl she's with and noted no eye bags there, just a perfect visage and a strange mix of auras, of warmth and chill, and a little amused smile twinkling in her eyes, even as she tried to appear like she's on the daughter's side she felt like someone who'd take a stake and drive it to the daughter's heart.

I paid no mind to the conversation, I have no intention of getting up, but I watched the girl named Faith excellently maneuver the daughter to sit on her left. Hah! I smiled inside. I know being her mother's daughter she wouldn't want to be caught sitting on the left side of anybody.

"At least we're sitting together right, Mer?"

That Faith is good!

It a great amount of willpower to introduce myself as just Monica Stone, not Monica Amethyst Cole Stone, and add Meredith's only cousin just for a shocker. I shall save that one for later.

Miss Minchin was saying something about a project and a new grouping scheme. But I paid little attention. I was mentally and emotionally preparing myself for a confrontation.

The bell rang and I stood up, to thank Miss Minchin. I saw the daughter eye me and walk towards the door, and Faith looked at me with a disguised humor written all over her aura. I decided if she hates the daughter, I like her. And I winked at her before I turned to face my dearest uncle's daughter.