Prologue
Gabby's POV
This was wrong.
There was no way in hell this could be right. I knew the place was pretty exclusive, but this was extraordinary.
Yet when I triple-checked the address I'd scribbled down, and looked at the GPS screen for about the tenth time, I acknowledged that this was right. Not to mention there was a huge sign outside the even huger building that read "WORLD ACADEMY." If I had a dollar for every racist joke my old man had made about who he expected to be my classmates...
"Got everything, Princess?" Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. I felt my heart give a little ping at the gruff sound of my not-so-talkative father's voice. The last time he called me "Princess" had been at my sixth grade graduation, in front of all my friends. They laughed, I flushed, and I told him never to call me that again. So he didn't. Until now. And for whatever reason, it felt real nice.
I glanced around at all the luggage I'd just finished tugging out of the car. "Uh huh, looks like it. …..I love you, Dad." It felt weird to be saying that sincerely instead of when I wanted something. Just to make the moment all the more mushy, I set down my suitcase and stood on my toes to give him a hug (even though I'm 5 foot 6 and a half, my dad's a pretty tall dude). He blinked, awkwardly hugging me back while patting my head of blonde hair and muttering "Love you, too."
I hesitantly slid my arms off his neck, taking a step back and suddenly feeling a whole lot younger than 16. I mean, I wasn't gonna see the man who had raised me until Christmas, if I was able to visit home then. My dad's generally mellow, yet I could detect sorrow in the blue eyes of his that were so identical to mine. I could see why: now all of his kids were no longer under his roof, and he hadn't even expected me to go off to college for another few years. Well, World Academy isn't a college. But you catch my drift.
As I pressed a quick kiss to my dad's bristly cheek, I almost wanted to throw all my luggage back in the pickup and go back to New Jersey with him. But that was ridiculous. We'd spent too much time and money into sending me to this top-rate, multicultural school for me to turn back now. Everything started to blur as the time remaining with my dad started decreasing to mere seconds. I was vaguely aware of assuring him I'd text Joey about my arrival later, and the vision of him climbing back into his truck was about as clear as my memory of being born. I intended to wave at him until he was out of sight, but my bags were weighing me down. So I sucked it up and, shaking slightly, dragged myself into the building of World Academy.
You're probably wondering who I am. My name's Gabby Bibus. Call me Gabrielle and I'll kick you where it counts. Call me Gabriela and you can consider yourself spayed/neutered. I'm not much to look at: a tad bit overweight (though I still manage to wear bikinis just fine in the summer) with blue eyes behind a pair of glasses and yellow-blonde hair that falls in waves down to about my shoulders even when I bother to straighten it. Actually, I'm not much in general. But I qualified for the most desired academy in the world, so I must be worth something.
Joey, whom I already mentioned, is my older brother by 4 years. He's currently in his third year of college, though seeing as we haven't really been close since I was about 11, that doesn't affect me all that much. I never thought of him as it, but Joey's only my half brother. See, my dad had a little girlyfriend, and you know how the Birds and the Bees goes.
The part that always pisses me off is that when my dad proposed after Joey was born, the little bitch denied him. Wanna know why? Because he was a farmer, and she was more of a city gal. So she left him to raise Joey alone. It was real hard on my dad for a few years, until my mom came into the picture.
Let me get this one thing straight: I hate my mother.
I know you're gonna be all like "Oh, she's your mommy, you HAVE to love her!" No. I don't. I'll get into why that is later. But for now, just keep that in mind. I. Hate. My. Mother.
Her relationship with my dad is really all a big scandal. She gave him two lovely little blonde baby girls, they seemed happily in love, and as far as I'd been told, they got married. Here's the part that never made sense until a few years ago: Joshua. I like Josh; he's a cool kid. I'd always been told that he was my full sibling. We've got the same blonde hair, same blue eyes… In fact, even though he's a LOT shorter than me, I wouldn't be all that surprised if we were twins.
So the truth behind his existence was a huge shocker.
My dearest mommy told my dad that Josh was his son. Makes sense, right? Seeing as they're married and all? Ha. Plot twist: they weren't married. They just told people they were and bought the rings they always wear at Wal-Mart. As it turns out, Mother-of-the-Year had a hot one-night stand with some guy she'd dated in high school, and BAM! Josh. I was about 9 when my parents' fighting started surfacing from under the rug, I realized they actually hated each other's guts, and my mother confessed that she had a different baby daddy.
I was 10 or 11 when it happened. My parents couldn't divorce, seeing as they weren't really married, so they just ripped off their rings and called it quits. Ma took Josh and… someone else way down to Texas; I stayed on Dad's farm in New Jersey with him and Joey.
Guess what, it all gets better! While in Texas, Mom ther ran back into her ex- Josh's dad. I don't even know the guy's name, but I should technically be calling him Daddy Number Two, because he married my mother. And just 3 years ago, she had another kiddo with him.
Best part is, nobody ever told me this. I just happened to accidentally log onto… someone's email address instead of my own, snoop through some things, and find out I have a baby half-sister named Ansley.
So there's my life in a nutshell. A pretty large nutshell, but trust me, there's a hellova lot missing. While you digest all that, I'll tell you how it went down when I got inside the school.
The hallways here could eat the hallways at my old high school as an appetizer. I half expected it to look kind of prison-ish on the inside, but damn, it was phenomenal. I admit it was a little terrifying, though, because it was a beautiful day on a weekend so most students were outside or sleeping in, leaving the building basically empty. I navigated my way to the main office like I was instructed to do in a welcome letter, and was greeted by an Asian dude that looked to be about 50. He introduced himself as the principal, and told some lady that looked to be in her very early twenties to show me to my dorm.
"Your name is Gabrielle?" she confirmed.
"I go by Gabby," I corrected her, trying hard not to flinch.
"Alright, Gabby. My name's Elizaveta. I'm a counselor here," she informed me with a smile and a heavy Hungarian accent. I returned her grin, but was practically writhing on the inside. It was almost like counselors had a sixth sense for sniffing out the troubled. She seemed very nice, but I didn't intend on paying her any required visits anytime soon.
She assured me that I'd love it here while I told her a few things about my old school until we reached the dorms. "This is your key," she told me, holding it up so I can see it before unlocking a door off to the left. I nodded with a quiet "thanks," taking the rest of my bags from her after she opened the door and giving her one last smile.
I turned to the room that'd belong to me for the next couple years, expecting it to be empty except for maybe a bed and a drawer…. Instead, I found that there were two beds in the room, one that was naked and the other that was neatly made. A music stand stood at the foot of that bed, with a few things like a fancy porcelain fairy doll and an alarm clock sat on a table to the right of it. Sitting on that bed was a girl with shoulder length, dirty blonde hair, her eyes closed as she played an invisible piano with iPod headphones in her ears.
I froze on the spot, almost hoping I would stay invisible for at least the next few minutes. You know how I said my mom gave my dad two little blonde girls? And that I keep referring to "someone"? Well. This was that someone. I knew she'd be here; half of me was dying to stumble across her, the other half wanted to bolt from the room and never come back.
This girl… This was Caliegh Higgins: my twin sister whom I hadn't seen since our fabulous mother took her and Josh away 5-and-a-half years ago. Caliegh was my best friend. My big sister (despite being shorter than me). My other half. My soul mate in a no-homo way. …My arch-rival.
My worst enemy.
~Author's Note~
OH LORD, WHY. WHY ARE WE UNABLE TO CONTROL OURSELVES FROM STARTING EVEN MORE STORIES. What have you done. Don't put ALL the blame on me... Lo siento. :3
Anyway... Here's the deal. Caliegh and Gabby are not OCs; they're US. See, we're such dorky Hetalia fans that we do these role plays where older versions of ourselves attend World Academy, at which none of the people are countries. This story is based off of our favorite one that we EVER did.
We're also not really sisters, but people have said many times that we could be. Our siblings in this are our actual siblings. Though in real life, they aren't our HALF siblings. Plus in truth, I'm WAAAAAAY closer to my mom than my dad. So although the names & ages of our siblings and parents are legitimate, they're like, fake. Our personalities are also just a little...changed. JUST a little though. I tried to make mine as real as possible... My physical description is real, and the way I think and talk in this is about 99% legit. The way I think in this is also true, though some of the things I actually say I would only say in my head. My physical description is also real. Including the little fact that I'm super short. XD Your hair isn't that long anymore, though. IT WILL BE WHEN I'M 16. SO IT'S FINE.
Anyway. Please don't hate on this, we realize how ridiculous it is to have a story about ourselves in a Hetalia world. But this is more for our personal entertainment, and hopefully you can enjoy it too.
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