Adaline
If I would be to describe myself, I wouldn't necessarily consider myself as of having had a great impact on the general high school life, especially during a great deal of it, but not encompassing the senior year, which is where I was found at that point in time. Except for a short-lived drama, that hurt me more than I would like to admit, and which transformed me into what people would call a misanthropist, my high school experience had been rather located in the shadows, a state of tranquility and solitude domineering over.
As on a personal level, I wouldn't call myself unique or any more special than the most of the ordinary people. I didn't endeavor in shopping, in being a good member of the social life as much as it was socially and mental health wise required to, or in dressing and acting to impress people. I liked keeping to myself and I never considered myself more than average in regards to looks. The only thing that was interesting about me was my fraternal twin sister, Jemima.
Even though twins, the looks were not the only ones differentiating the one from the other. A good example would encompass the fact that, while I was everything that had been stated above and I liked to work my way to the top with grades, she liked to socialize and was often found skipping school to hang out with her girl friends. She also loved the idea of romance, so she would often fall head over heels for a boy and do whatever it took her to keep them by her side. Thus deemed as a clingy person, this became a pet peeve for her partners who soon enough decided that a break up was inevitable. Multiple tubs of ice cream and countless nights where I used to sleep next to her later, she would eventually move on and I could happily return to my vacated room.
As for appearance, she had brown, wavy and beautiful, shiny hair, matched with deep, dark brown eyes whereas I had dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes, specks of green scattered around here and there. I was no match to her natural beauty, but I came to accept that later on when I realized that average was in no way bad.
"Addy! Have you used my straightener?" My sister screamed from across her room, located vis-a-vis from mine. I didn't bother raising my eyes from my laptop's screen.
"No!" I screamed back at her, returning my full attention onto the Barbie games I occasionally entertained myself with by playing. I heard steps coming towards my room and I was able to catch Jemima standing in the doorway with my peripheral vision.
"But I can't find i– No worries! I have found it!" Jemima went back into her room. I decided to quit my game and see what was all the ruckus about. I leaned against the opened door when I reached her room.
"Anyway, what's up? Why do you need the straightener?" I questioned while watching her turned back at me with a raised eyebrow. Jemima turned around in her chair and gave me an 'are-you-crazy?' look, then returned back to straightening her hair.
"Haven't you heard what mom said? The Anders are going to visit us in a bit!" She squeaked out. I furrowed my eyebrows and couldn't help but tilt my head a little bit to the side.
"Oh. And why would that be?"
"How could I know? She just instructed us to get ready. And, besides, the bad boy of our school is going to place foot into our house!" She began to squeal. I placed my hands over my ears to block her from ruining my hearing. Damn, this girl...
She had been born seven minutes earlier than me, but, honestly, one couldn't even tell. I was the more serious and mature one out the two of us.
"The bad boy? Uh?" I trailed off, not sure if we even had one to begin with. But can you blame me? The only things I was fancying doing in school were studying and daydreaming. Events brushed past me like a short, spring-like wind.
Jemima gasped and abruptly turned around, almost falling off the chair. I crossed my arms over my chest and patiently awaited for her to calm down so she could clearly explain to me.
"You don't know him? How is that even possible? Do you live in. like, a cave or something?!" She exclaimed, the surprise on her face not wearing off at all. I shook my head, but I immediately began thinking of a scenario where I was a cavewoman chasing after animals with a stick in my hand, while screaming 'UGGA UGGA'. I stifled a laugh at the sudden picture I was able to envision in my mind. My sister shot me a crazy look.
"Don't dare do that when he arrives."
I rolled my eyes.
"Okay, mom!"
She went back to what she was doing.
"And... what's this bad boy's name?" I asked out of curiosity. Jemima literally face-palmed.
"Seriously?! Oh man... His name is Ayato Ian Anders, but he likes to be called Ayato by his friends and family. He's seventeen, eighteen in one month. He has long-ish brown hair, always tucked in a manbun, and dark brown eyes. He was pretty frail in freshman year, but once he gained muscle, no one dared look at him, let alone mess with him. His voice is also pretty rough and husky, so it's easy not to be intimidated by it. And about his relationship status, people usually say that–" She began to ramble so I stopped her.
"Okay, okay. I got it. He's a god," I rolled my eyes. "And, besides, isn't he one of your boy interests?" I asked her, pointing at her with my index finger.
She snapped her head at me, so fast that it took me by surprise. I thought it would had given her a whiplash, but she was good as new.
"Why?" She smirked at me. "Maybe he will be, who knows?"
Chuckling, she resumed doing her hair, carefully trying not to burn her strands.
I backed off while shaking my head. "Okay, Jem. Don't get crazy in love," And with that said, I returned to my room where I changed for the big event. I scoffed at the thought.
Big event, my ass.
