Here's another story from me!(Ouch, I write one too many stories). I felt like the "perfect" Vacker family needed a little more push-downs. So I wrote about a Vacker, a not-so-perfect one. Even though she was accused of a crime that she didn't commit!
-Enjoy!-

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10 YEARS BEFORE SOPHIE FOSTER CAME TO THE LOST CITIES

I slumped backwards into a overstuffed chair. With a plate of mallowmelts on my lap and a silver goblet in my hand, I felt oh-so privileged. Except for the fact that I was barely getting my studies done in Foxfire. I barely passed my midterms to with five or ten points higher than the minimum required. Mom and dad weren't too proud of me, but I was still part of our disgustingly respected family.

I was the only child in my family, so who else was there to love? Mom had plenty of love to spare, and the only person to spare it on was me. Dad was constantly at work, so I barely saw him and he didn't care too much about a seemingly deranged child like me.

I was sitting in that room used for hosting….Winnowing Galas, I think. The room was hideously draped in crystals and diamonds of all levels of shininess and there were ugly, painted portraits in the room. My portrait was already up, unfortunately. At least the artists got all the details right.

My dark brown locks cascaded down and over my shoulders. My hair was shinier than it needed to be, but it was still somewhat accurate. I had to smile a little bit when I saw the eyes. My teal eyes were portrayed perfectly, with a slight mischievous glint in the corner of my left eye. The mouth was slanted a bit to the right, but otherwise perfect. My olive skin was ridden of all blemishes(not that I had any in the first place), with a small touch of light in the center of my forehead, making my features seem more perfect than they ever were. The dress was nothing interesting. Just another bloodred, frilly dress.

My eyes darted left and right as I got up to exit the room. Just making sure there weren't any spies, or desperate lovers, taking a peek at me through the stained glass windows. I still didn't finish Foxfire homework from yesterday, but I didn't really care. It's not like a little bit of homework could improve my already failing grades.

AT FOXFIRE

I gently flicked my tongue in and out on my locker's DNA sensor until it read it. I just needed to get a few textbooks and that was all. Today's flavor was custard bursts, luckily. It was most likely Dame Alina's turn to choose today. I would often see her examining herself in a mirror and eating custard bursts at the same time.

"Hey, what's up?"

I whipped my head around, not sure if the person talking to me was someone I knew.

"Oh, it's just you."

To my own relief, it was just my bestie, Cadilla.

"Are you worried about the Winnowing Galas?" Cadilla pulled a small piece of paper out of her locker, which was right next to mines. "Mines is scheduled for next week!"

"How many Vackers do you have on your list?"

"None….you should've already known. Nobody pairs up a Vacker with a twin."

I immediately felt bad about asking. Cadilla was right. I should've known. Her twin brother, Colton, ruined her chances of ever being matched with a Vacker. Twins were a really huge disgrace here in the Lost Cities.

"Sorry about asking….I actually got matched with your twin, Colton! He's my number 47. Can you believe that?"

I desperately tried to change the subject.

Cadilla just nodded and walked away. It was clear she was ashamed of having a twin, even though I thought it was kind of cool.

I sighed. I kept losing friends almost every week now. Was I really that bad of a friend?

I slowly took a chemistry textbook out of my locker and quietly closed it. It was already bad enough failing most of my Foxfire subjects, but it was even worse losing all your friends.

? ﾝﾕﾒ? ? ﾝﾕﾠ ? ﾝﾕﾦ? ﾝﾕﾟ ? ﾝﾕﾪ ? ﾝﾕﾖ? ﾝﾕﾦ? ﾝﾕﾒ? ﾝﾕﾚ? ﾝﾕﾟ.

I fell asleep in almost every class except for astronomy, cause that was the only class even decently interesting. Currently, I was on my way home, back to that huge palace like place I called home. Surprisingly enough, dad was waiting for me at the gates of Everglen along with mom. My eyes literally popped out of my head when I saw all twelve Councillors standing behind mom and dad.

"Mom, dad, what's going on?"

I awkwardly stumbled a little closer to my parents and the Councillors, almost sure that this was all just a mistake.

"I'm very disappointed in you, sweetheart." Mom looked more disappointed than she had ever looked in her whole life.

"What have I ever done?" I squeezed my eyes shut, hating the sudden snark in my voice.

The Councillor with pointy-tipped ears stepped forward. I couldn't quite remember his name….was it Brick?

"Miss Vacker…." I nervously scratched my chin. I hated it when people used my last name. "How can you not recall stealing so many things?"

"What are you saying?" I scratched my chin harder until I felt a drop of blood land on my finger. "I've never stolen anything in my life."

Councillor Brick clicked his tongue and shook his head in disbelief. "A Vacker being such a disgrace? Simply unheard of."

Fury boiled inside of me like a volcano about to erupt. How dare he-

Councillor Brick's sharp and haughty voice distracted me from my thoughts. "I suggest we use something that might help keep her in control. Exile is much too serious of a punishment to impose on a young girl, of course. I was thinking Exillium."

Councillor Emery pressed two fingers to his temple and looked at all the other Councillors. Oralie looked sorry for me, and Kenric's expression was difficult to read.

Councillor Emery stepped out from behind all the other Councillors, revealing his sharp features. He motioned for Councillor Brick to step forward.

"We would like the impose the maximum punishment for a girl your age…."
I already knew what he was going to say, and he didn't even have to say it.

"Exillium."

Even though I was the one who finished off the sentence for him, it still stung.

"How could you-Are you a sort of unregistered Telepath?"

"No, it was just pretty obvious that you were going to say Exillium."

"Well, we need to send a troublemaker like you to Exillium for sure."

I gently rocked back and forth on my toes. The word still stung. And Brick's next words definitely hurt the most.

"The Vacker prestige must be kept unharmed, especially not by a rowdy girl. Your name will be changed and every elf must ridden of any memories with you."

I couldn't believe it. The Councillors wanted to make sure that every person forgot me. What would become of Cadilla, and any of my other ex-friends?

"Our decision is final, you will be sent to Exillium right away."

Take that Councillor Bronte(even though I have nothing against him). It's soo much fun writing this in the main character's POV! What should _ name be? I have a few ideas, but I want to hear suggestions from all my viewers!

I don't want to sound like a narcisstic prick or anything, but please do review? I love hearing from you guys, and every review makes my day(Oh god, I just realized how cringy that sounded)Too bad, cringiness is my middle name!