The word person comes from the Etruscan word 'phersu' which means mask worn by actor

We all wear masks.

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Chap.1 : Looking into the secret garden of her thoughts

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In the dictionary, if you looked up the term 'Weirdo', my name would be either highlighted or at least the definition of it. Most people when they think of me probably count me as the freakishly odd, oddly freakish, you know the sort who get all hundreds on the test scores, not because I studied, but because I knew all the answers―simply because I am weird that way. It's my curse, to know things, to see things and hear things. I honestly wish that I were normal, all the time I wish for it. Most times I need it.

My other wish, besides to be halfway normal, is to be like those blonde-Barbie doll girls that have social lives and boyfriends. Always perfect, flawless and tanned, no matter the season, situation or place. Guys like girls like that, people in general like girls like that, but me, no I am the opposite, like an alter ego to one of those 'preppy' girls as my friends stereo-type them, I have no straight-streaked hair; I have dark curly hair that's wild as ever. Instead of a tan, I have fair skin that turns to paper in winter and golden eyes like a cat's, cold, but fiery. I could also stand to gain a few pounds again, but I know that isn't what really matters in life, I still really wish it sometimes, that things like these weren't such an obsession and if I ever told any of my friends who are neither the ' in' preps nor cool punks, but losers to the extreme, they would kill me for sure.

But I am spacing out again I've got halls to mop, classrooms to clean...


Her cell phone rang breaking her reverie.

"No, no, no and no. Get this Maya, I am not doing it, I am not asking anyone to go with me to the dance. No. No. Oh, bullshit. I told you I am not going! Well, I got to go, later." Click.

Fey leaned her head against the school locker, staring at the cell phone in her hand. She hated these talks about the dance lately with her best friend Maya, always a reminder of how much less she would always be compared to her only 'cool' friend.

Fey stuck the cell phone back into her pocket and grabbed the mop bucket wheeling it further down the white washed hall: janitor work for tuition. Why the hell she was putting herself through this kind of torture she would never know. She turned to classroom B4, the last room.

She heard voices emanating from somewhere inside it. She peered in through the small window on the door to find it crowded with quiz bowl nerds. The 'nerds' where in deep conversation, probably about nerdy things, who knew? They chatted intently about it back and forth as Fey watched them. Shuiichi, an attractive boy with green eyes and another smart guy with freckles and glasses named Kido, stood in front of the classroom and the seats were filled with all of the students in quiz bowl giving opinions on some subject or another. Kido was always nice to her. Oh, the cute one, Shuiichi, her mind turned back to him, the forbidden boy who only had eyes for Maya. She was left unnoticed, as usual.

Maybe, it was because she was such a loner, dyed black hair that fell to her back and too much eyeliner, but it wasn't excessive. Maybe, it was her days locked away in the school library? She didn't play any sports, unless you call her occasional horse riding lessons a sport, or being able to play the piano. She didn't compare to Maya with her optimistic smile and cheery words. Maya was a track and volleyball star and loved supernatural stuff.

That's why Maya liked Fey so much, because she was so mysterious and probably felt sorry for her because she had no friends. Plus early on in their friendship Maya had found out about Fey's "Gift" if that's what you would call it. Right now, Fey called it a curse.

Fey hadn't realized she had been standing at the door spacing out for so long. Shuiichi was at the front of the classroom and gave her a subtle glance with those emerald green eyes, making her heart skip a beat, which angered her even more that he caught her off guard. It was stupid to have a crush on someone just cause of the way they looked or acted, she didn't really know the boy, and besides who said she had a crush? She refused to have a crush. But at least, no one else had noticed her, except him, she was sure he knew she had been there all along, his lying eyes told her so.

She moved from the window and slid down to sitting position with her back up against the wall. So, what if it was true she was jealous of Maya, and she hated Shuiichi with a passion, because he was good-looking, because he was smart, it made him arrogant in her eyes and self-righteous; why should she like him just because everyone else did? She didn't really know him, and she was judging him; she knew it. Everyone always talked about Shuuichi and Maya, oh so great. Why? Because of their grades, because of their looks. They weren't normal people, normal people get mad at things, normal people have flaws, and they had none. But honestly, it didn't matter. What did she care? Everyone deserved a fair treatment in life that's why she was always nice to everyone, including him and her, even though she wanted to scream in there faces insults and see how long it would take to lose their composer. What posers.


The classroom door opened and the entire quiz bowl tramped out. She got up and strolled her mop bucket in and set to placing all the chairs on top the desks. The halls were quiet. She figured she was alone, she knew these kinds of things.

She let out a note of song she'd just learned on the piano "Should have let you fall, loose it all, so maybe you could remember yourself, can't keep believing, we're only deceiving ourselves and I'm sick of the lies!" She hit the high note when and she closed her eyes and followed through with an air guitar as the handle of the sloppy gray mop on the floor. Her black bangs fell in her face.

"Ahem." A distantly familiar voice painfully brought her back to her senses.

She snapped at attention, her head snapping over to the red head gathering her books behind desk. He must have been stooped over when she walked in. She stared at him coldly with her beautiful gold eyes, but they were faded light, piercing molten yellow.

"You―sing well." He tried to break the tension she guessed, she didn't buy it.

"I'm in a band." She retarded flatly and with a scarlet face went to mopping all the more vigorously.

Kurama watched her with a lift of his eyebrow inquisitively, "Oh, yes―of course, Maya told me something like that. Are you going to the dance?"

"No." She said frankly and began to pretend that there was a very dirty spot on the floor and it was Shuiichi's face she was scrubbing so roughly, hoping he would leave.

But he persisted, setting his stuff on a desk and sitting on top of it with his feet on a chair.

She paused from her mopping to look up at him with raised eyebrow.

"Yes?" He offered half jokingly.

She glanced at him lithely trying to read his expression, his thoughts, as she did with most people able to pick up emotions and motives easily, but none came from him, as usual, she could not read him. This was one of her abilities, to know what people's thinking or feeling. With him she never could, this bothered and infuriated her at the same time. She just shrugged her shoulders and continued to mop looking only at the floor.

He must have read her, for he seemed to like ticking her off, "Sorry, you aren't that good at it, are you?" He questioned.

Fey's head snapped up to him, eye's narrowing. Not good at reading him no, but how dare he say she wasn't any good at this curse and gift she carried.

Shuiichi was taken aback, "I mean dancing? You aren't good at it? Goodness, girl you are perplexing, what is that glare for?" He offered sincerely.

She hated his gentleness and gentlemen like speech, it always seemed to her he belonged to another world rather than this one, "Oh, Sorry―I― I dance fine actually, I just don't want to go." She offered no more and baring his emerald gaze no longer turned back to continue her mopping-spree.

"Would you go if you had a date? Or would you leave him to his own, you seem very independent sometimes?" He smirked.

She hated not knowing his thoughts like most boys; this was leaving her to almost feel the trials of what most normal girls when talking to boys feel.

"To his own."

"Well, what if he went with you were ever you were going the night of the dance?" Shuiichi pressed on.

"I would say the library or watching me read a book would not be very much fun for that gentleman, would you not agree, SIR?" She said tactfully making fun of his elegant manner of speech.

"That sounds wonderful, so is it settled then?" Shuiichi was smiling now as she watched her face just look at him.

" Are you on something, because what ever it is, could you share?" She was in a whirl at the turn this conversation was taking.

Shuiichi just laughed, with a slight blush to his cheeks, why was that? Was he really nervous about asking her out? SO, he WAS on something.

"Is this a joke, because you shouldn't mess with a girl's head like that?" She just stared at him.

He stared back at her for minute then replied, "Are my feelings a joke to you?"

She just continued to stare at him in shock this was the last thing she expected .


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