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-Of Decieving Appearances-
I watch them as they laugh together, a perfect group of friends, a perfect team. The redhead catches my eye and my heart twists. He looks so much like me, my hair, my eyes. We could be twins. A short, bitter laugh escapes me then. Twins. To share DNA with the Snow Kid star. A dream. Another laugh. Not for me.
He's staring at me, probably alerted by my outward insane appearance. I stare straight at him, daring him to look away first. But he doesn't. Then a beautiful brunette, his team mate, tugs on his arm and he turns away from me, away from the freaky girl with his eyes.
I look down into my drink, the calm, flat surface. How deceiving appearances can be. Don't you think, D'Jok? My darling brother? I smirk into the blue liquid. Something I'll never be able to call him. Brother. Another wrench at my chest.
Stop it, stop before you go too far.
I can't, he's my twin! And he's just sitting there, oblivious.
No one knows about me, our own father, the famous Sonny Blackbones, is oblivious, happy with his football star of a son. Maya knows our mother gave birth to twins, but she thinks I'm dead. I don't bother to disillusion her.
As the excited chatter continues around me in the busy café, I feel alone. It is not an unusual feeling for me. After all, I've been on my own for as long as I can remember. Any friends, for that is what I label the people who attach themselves to me, have long since left, realising I don't want their company any more than a teenage girl want spots.
I don't know why I bother to come here, to envy other people who are what I could have been. I could have been a star, like my dear twin, but I didn't even know about the tryouts until it was too late, and then I knew he was on the team, and any ideas I may have had about joining evaporated.
When they won the cup, I watched them from this very seat I'm in now, stared at the screen, transfixed with the lights and the sounds emanating from it. He looked so happy, they all did. I have never felt so unworthy and useless in all my life. I'm unworthy to be Sonny Blackbones' daughter, unworthy to be D'Jok's sister. A stupid, idiotic girl with too many hopes and dreams. Not that one has a chance of coming true.
I stand, throwing some coins haphazardly down on the table and make for the door. I've already outstayed my welcome, taking up a whole table for myself. Glancing back, a cluster of teenagers, younger than myself, have already inhabited it, swarming like bees to honey.
Stepping outside, I shiver automatically at the cold I should be used to. I reach up and unclip my hair, letting it flow down to cover my ears, that I can already feel turning as red as my hair, still, it keeps them warm.
"Um, excuse me?" I turn to see a boy, a little taller than me, with a head of black hair and a wide grin. Another Snow Kid. His best friend.
"Mum said that you left too much for your drink, this is your change." He walks towards me and holds out his hand. I take my money with a quiet 'thank you' and turn to continue home. Well, the place that I live, I wouldn't call it home in the same sense as others do.
But suddenly I stop, a hand to my head. My vision turns blurry, dizziness overpowering. Oh no, not again, not now with someone watching. But it's too late, the ground rushes up to meet me, a worried voice saying something, calling for help, then nothing.
A/N: There seriously needs to be more Galactik Football fics !! I've had over 30 hits on my other GF fic, so if all the people who are on here and watch it write something then it would at least be a respectable number! Come on everyone, put your writer skills to use!
Becki
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