"There was once a princess-"
"Wait 'was'?! What happened to her? She isn't dead is she?" I smirked, happiness evident in my voice.
"Okay. That's clearly not the fairy tale for you," she sighed. She then picked up another book lying on the floor. Though, her body was having a hard time getting it for she was sitting in a tall chair.
I struggled thinking if I should help her or not.
Oh, never mind. She succeeded in picking it anyway.
"Once upon a time, there was- what?! " she irritatingly looked at me as I held my hands in the air and my mouth hanging open because I was about to speak.
I rolled my eyes. "Never mind. I forgot what I was going to say."
She exasperatedly sighed. Her hands still holding the big book, and inside it, astoundingly knee length drawings will welcome you.
"I'll continue," she said. "Once upon a time, there was a little mermaid, the youngest, and the most beautiful, daughter of the Mer King-"
"Ugh! Cut that out! I already knew that story! She became sea-foam and what's-not!" I complained as I leaned on the shelves full of children's book. Ugh. I sat and crossed my leg aware of the slight tilting of the shelves.
She shockingly gaped in front of me, stunned. Then she looked at me pitifully then looked like she was about to cry. "That's it!" she exclaimed sadly. "Someone ruined your beautiful childhood! Tell me Minerva! Who did it!? I will totally file a case against them!" She harshly shook me while gripping my shoulders.
I face palmed.
I'm already 17 years old! Surely, she would have known that I'm not that innocent? We've been like that for- six years already! What kind of exaggeration is this?!
I groaned.
"Get a hold of yourself! I swear I'll fucking kill you once we're out of this fucking library!"
The looks the people are giving to us can really piss anyone off. Damn this woman and her kind!
She sweat dropped after realizing what kind of scene she created. Probably not the best scene. But not the worst either. We've been through a lot. Like getting ourselves half killed after she ran right into a lion cage! Like, what the hell is that!
I don't know if she's a pure idiot or she's faking it just to get back at me.
"Damn you Allison. You know, if I don't know you, I would really think that the 'popular girl in school' character suits you. But I'm not! Sorry if I'm gonna curse you, but fuck you!" I started to rattle right after we got out of the fucking library.
My face red from shame, she started to laugh like nothing happened. I winced, why can't I have a best friend that's not batshit crazy?! God forbid me if I try to strangle her right now with my own bare hands.
"Come on Minerva! Don't tell me you haven't got over from that simple situation? Do you want me to show you what true humiliation is?" She started to tease.
"Please enlighten me what the hell happened that you became my best friend?" I told her, giving up.
"'Cause I stayed with you through the rough times!" she said as she raised her arms on cue like superman.
"Damn it," I mumbled. "Can you please tell me if I'm on a gag story or something? Because it's not even funny," I spoke as I looked at the sky.
For Pete's sake, I thought I was just going to the library alone for some research, now I'm stuck with my witty and lovable best friend for life.
Oh well, better than douche bags.
I froze for a moment. Why the hell would the jerks hangout with me? I'm not even pretty. I shudder at the thought.
I'm really better off with Allison, not that I'll admit it.
"Hey Minerva, why do you like books anyway? You know, in my opinion, its half interesting, half boring. So every time I read some, I always stop midway," she said as she turned to look at me while happily walking down the side walk.
I watched my foot as it made contact with the hard concrete. The sound around me turning weak. "Well, unlike you miss, I don't have any social life, love life and something between the two. All I can do is hold onto books," I smiled then added. "Bitch."
"Well that surely sound logical," she nodded, ignoring my insult. "You're a rationalist though, don't you think you should have done a better job with your attitude?" she asked. Her ash blond curls bounced as she turned her face to look at me.
"What?" I snorted. "Like being a prideful bitch?" I suggested.
"No," she answered in dismay, as if expecting me to reply a more logical answer. Her brown eyes looked like it was in pain, but it ended before I could even exhale.
"Maybe like being the school genius or something?" she implied.
I smirked. "That's the same idiot," I answered.
"How did it become the same?" she sarcastically asked. "Last time I checked, Rachel is so polite that I think I will die just by hearing her speak."
"Yeah right," I hissed. "That the last thing you'll expect her to do was to back stab you? Duh. Have you seen a bitch back stabbed anyone in front?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Yeah Ms. Always-Right? What point are you trying to prove?" She then stopped in her tracks and faced me, arms crossed in her chest.
I copied her gesture and stared at her mockingly. "What I'm trying to point is, she's human, so at some point, she must have judged others by their looks, mocked others at some point and cursed somewhere along the line. I repeat," I emphasized. "DUH. How come you don't know it when you yourself is one?"
She sighed in defeat. Her hand up in the air as if surrendering. "I'll never win a fight with you."
We started to continue our stroll when Allison started to scream like the girl she is. Damn it. I thought this phenomenon will not likely to happen since where engrossed in our conversation for a while. God must really hate me.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she exclaimed while fanning the invisible heat with her hand which I thought was funny for we are in the middle of autumn.
"You're hallucinating. Let's get on with this," I said as I tried to drag her away from the make-up store. Or whatever they call it.
"Let's enter! Let's enter!" She energetically said while jumping up and down.
There is a huge sign in front of the store saying, 'Newly Opened blabla. The new items are all on sale for our blabla'.
Damn it.
Guess I can't really escape after all, I thought as I let myself get dragged inside the store. May the heavens grant me courage.
"Done!" she squealed excitedly as she finally let go of my precious face.
I examined myself in the mirror. The thick make up is heavily weighing on my face. Don't they have the BB cream or something? I prefer using that. As always, it seems like Allison's always wearing it effortlessly. I groaned in dismay. Every fucking thing Allison uses fits her perfectly. I wanna kick myself.
"So what do you think?" She excitedly asks like a child.
I faced the mirror then examined my face. I scowled. "Dunno. Don't fucking care."
"Come on! You look gorgeous!" She said as she tried not to scream because we're still on the store and she's trying all the products on my poor face. The only good thing was, I discovered I have a high tolerance for eye liners.
Maybe in another life, I was a whore. I shook my head at my disgusting thought.
"Gorgeous my ass," I replied, my tone lower than usual. "I looked like I was just brainwashed by a bitch."
She sighed. "Why don't you like using make-up anyway?"
"Feels like wearing a mud mask," I answered hastily with some shuddering. "Like I'm already decomposing or whatever."
She suddenly froze looking at something behind me. "Alert. Alert. The saleslady's approaching us."
I groaned. She's approaching us? Ugh. She'll try all the products on my face. Then she'll force me to buy, then of course, I will buy something because she is so nice.
"Enough with the talk. Let's get out of here," she said as she again dragged me outside.
"Stop dragging me while we're in the middle of the street. You're making a ruckus out of nonsense. Well I'm sure it's nonsense any way. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DRAGGING ME? One minute you're so happy like your drunk, then you get paranoid then started dragging people?!" I blurted out.
"Ha-ha. Now you know what I felt when you insulted the make-up artist in me."
I nearly punched her. "Seriously?" I unbelievably asked. "All that shame for nonsense?"
I can't believe her idiocy knows no bounds. My head ached after thinking it was truly possible for a fucking girl go insane by believing in the saying 'fake it until you make it.'
I entered our house quite coolly when I heard muffled cries. I entered the living room, and saw my aunt and mom talking to each other. Wait, slash that, my aunt crying in frustration while my mom comforts her, occasionally rubbing her back when she started to cry louder.
I began to think that maybe mom is trying to torture her or something.
Oh well.
I entered my room and stared at the picture frame beside my bed. I didn't look at it to get emotional, it's mainstream after all. But staring at the picture of my dad is enough.
His mouth was formed into a smirk like he's scheming something bad, while holding me in his left hand. Beside my dad was my mom. Her lively face was smiling at the camera and her purple eyes (which I got) looking intently at the camera as if examining it.
My brunette father died when I was two. Old enough to walk but not old enough to lose a father. But hey, I can't even remember the car crash. What they told me was that I was with him and I, alone, survived.
Why didn't he though?
I fell asleep before the sheep's number reached two hundred and fifty three.
When I woke up, I first thought was 'I don't remember the sun being this bright.'
I think the light is burning my eyeballs.
But before I could complain, my tongue was caught in my throat, and the only thing that I can do is to be irritated and cry.
It's like I've been living my whole life in water like a mermaid, then suddenly, some idiot took me to live on land. The harsh air is hurting my skin.
One hell of a fucking shit and I'll really wail in here. But thank goodness my eyes are closed. I won't think what the worst case scenario is if I wailed.
I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the light. When I finally opened it, I felt a huge pang of despair crashed unto me.
Why is it so dark in here? Am I kidnapped?
No. Fucking. Way. Bitches.
Just then, a huge hand blocked my sight when I tried to examine the dark room.
I struggle as I widened my eyes in realization.
SERIOUSLY? A FUCKING HUGE HAND? IS THAT A HAND OF A TITAN?!
I cursed myself. How idiotic can I get? There's no way a hand can be as white as our toilet bowl. Maybe it a creature with a strange kind of skin? Oh. After the white skin, there is a large green cloth hanging around what seemed to be a large tube. Gigantic pale white tube.
Wait no- THAT REALLY IS A FUCKING HAND.
IN GLOVES.
IN SURGICAL GLOVES.
WHEN DID TITANS LEARNED TO WEAR SHIT?
No kidding, I need to get serious in here.
"She doesn't look like you."
"You're clearly the opposite of everyone," a woman's voice rang to my ears, tiredness evident in her voice.
My eyes finally adjusted to the burning sensation the light had caused. A woman's face, shocked every limb in my body when she got near my face.
"Reborn, please call father. Bring this news to him. His granddaughter is now existing in our world."
My mind was blank for a minute. Then I thought,
How could I forget that name?
I was always staying late because of him and his schemes. His adventure with his students and their world. I can almost say they almost ruined my way of reading just because I was introduce into a fan fiction section. Where before, I loathe the most. I was thinking that, how can they ruin such literature that the authors spend their sweat and energy with? That's when I realized I just got a bit judgmental.
Reading any kind of literature will never ruin anything. It's the author work of art.
But getting back to the topic, I highly suspect something shitty is going on.
"Lisse, I know you are aware," a not-so deep voice said.
There was a sigh, then the woman spoke Italian which I cannot understand. I, knowing full well that I am raised in a country where the English language dwells.
"She'll be my daughter Reborn. And she'll know full well while she is growing that she's the daughter of the heir of the Phalanx Famiglia. She'll suffer right from the start."
"That is a curse indeed."
Then there was a pause.
Reborn continued, "At least she's not the daughter of the Vongola Boss."
Damn right, I'm reborn into the Katekyo Hitman Reborn World.