AN: yes i do ship roxy/calliope (: hope you enjoy this fic. more chapters to come!
Calliope sighed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. It was her first day of highschool, and she desperately wished she could stay home. She glared at herself in the mirror with her large green eyes. She hated her appearance. She gingerly ran her hands over her bare green skull, tracing her large cheek bones and feeling her pointy teeth. She sighed, reaching across the table to where her makeup was. As she began applying the tan-colored cream onto her face, her brother stormed in, sneering as usual. He laughed at her.
"Putting on your face for school?" he mocked. Calliope tried to ignore him.
"Are you trying to...fit in?" her brother spat in her face. She turned around to face him.
"Can you just leave, Caliborn?" Caliborn scoffed.
"LEAVE?!" he yelled. "And why on EARTH would I leave?" he smiled sweetly. Calliope just turned around and resumed covering up her green skin.
"So, trying to be...normal?" he taunted, saying the word normal like it was some nasty disease. He laughed.
"Sister, you will NEVER be normal, understand? You're a freak! A FUCKING FREAK!" he hissed in her ear. Calliope usually just blocked out her brother's sordid taunts, but these pierced her skin like daggers. Freak. Yes, she was a freak. She could feel her eyes start to sting and her vision was blurred with tears. She threw her makeup down angrily, and stormed out of her room, shoving past Caliborn, who grinned triumphantly.
"Yeah, that's right, Sister. Run away, and never come back." He laughed maniacally and walked out of her room.
Calliope sat in the closet and sobbed, her tears running down her cheeks and smudging her makeup. She hated her brother. HATED him. She wished her mother was here, but her mother was nothing more than a memory. Calliope was proud to be her daughter, because she knew that her mother was a very benign and generous cherub. Her father, on the other hand, was more on the malevolent side, and she could very well see how much Caliborn was like him. Calliope had lived with only her brother her whole life, sharing food and playing chess. Sometimes he was, on a scale, okay to be around, but that was quite rare. Caliborn was usually either teasing and yelled at Calliope or planning her death and drawing very crude pictures of her with his signature sign ~tUmUt~. She soon adjusted to living with him, but sometimes his insults would go too far, and she would end up in her closet crying.
Calliope closed her eyes and sighed, wiping away the last of her tears. She walked out of the closet shakily and returned to her mirror, where she finished applying the last of her makeup. When all of the green was covered, she pulled out her blond wig and fastened around her skull, wiggling it in place. She sighed and looked at herself in the mirror again. This time, she was a totally different person. She almost looked normal.
First day of school, she thought to herself.
Here goes nothing.