A/N: Wow, it's been a long time since I've written anything regarding CATS.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Let's leave it at that.
Enjoy!
I opened my eyes to the bright sunlight wafting down from the skylight in my attic bedroom. I pushed the black bedspread off of my short, slender body and tripped lightly to my rosewood wardrobe to pick out something to wear, humming to myself.
Everyone assumed that I was goth just because I wore a lot of black. I wasn't goth, or even punk. I just liked dark clothes. You could hide from the world better in them.
After dressing in a long-sleeved black tee-shirt, dark blue jeans, and black combat boots, I pulled up the trapdoor in the dusty wooden floor and climbed down the stairs. Then I pushed the stairs only partially back up; I had to use them to close the trapdoor.
I entered the bathroom and grabbed a hairbrush. Everybody thought that I dyed my collarbone-length hair, but I didn't. My hair was naturally a sandy, almost golden, blond, with bright red and black streaks, though the blond took up most of the space on my head.
After brushing my hair, I applied foundation to my ivory-toned face and lined my eyes with black, making the already huge chocolate brown orbs seem even bigger. I brushed on some mascara and headed down to the kitchen. Lip gloss could wait for after breakfast.
My mom, Michelle, had made eggs, biscuits, waffles, and turkey bacon. The bacon would go with everyone else's meals. I was a vegetarian. "Hey, Silla!" Michelle said in greeting just as my stomach rumbled. "I think someone's hungry."
"You think?" I asked sarcastically. I sniffed at the air. "This smells really good, Mom." I took a plate and helped myself to two biscuits, two scoops of eggs, and a large waffle.
"Wow," Michelle commented, smiling. "You really are hungry!"
"Yeah, well," I grinned. "You know what these full moons do to me."
I'd always had this weird ability to just sense when it was going to be a full moon--my energy level peaked, I was really hungry, and practically bounced off the walls. And tonight, April 14, was going to be a full moon.
"Hey, Mom." My priss of a thirteen-year-old sister, Hayley, strode into the room. She played with the frilly edge of her pink blouse before noticing my plate. "Priscilla freaking out over a phase of the moon again?"
I grimaced. I absolutely hated the name "Priscilla." That was the reason I begged to be called "Silla." But Hayley just had to call me "Priscilla."
"Hayley." Michelle gave Hayley a warning look. Hayley rolled her eyes, tossed her mahogany hair over her shoulder, and got herself a platter.
My dad, George, came down eventually. He had blue eyes, like Hayley, and plain mouse-brown hair, which was trimmed into a crew cut.
I guess I'd always known I was adopted. Even my mother didn't look anything like me, with her green eyes and hair like Hayley's. Every one of them had olive-toned complexions.
Not only did I not look like my family, but I just didn't click with them as well as they did with each other. I'd always been an outsider.
Soon, I was finished, and I went upstairs to brush my teeth, put on lip gloss, and grab my small black bag. I bid my farewells to my "family" and headed down the street to my friend Lizzie Brandon's house. Lizzie's dad was going to drop us off at the mall. Lizzie, with her eclectic style and electric personality, certainly made my life in the small town of Alexander, New York much more exciting.
When we got to the mall, Lizzie dragged me to the Hot Topic store. "You have got to get yourself a Twilight shirt," she gushed. The word "Twilight" instantaneously captured my attention. I loved Twilight.
After coming out of Hot Topic, we went into Aerie. I caught a glimpse of unusual hair in the window of American Eagle as we passed it. It was bright red with black and blond streaks, and some other color, which to me looked like silver. The owner of the locks turned her head, and I saw my face under her hair. It's okay, I reassured myself. It's probably just your reflection.
I managed to convince myself of this while Lizzie and I were in Aerie. We then went into American Eagle. I was relieved to see that the girl with the strange hair was gone. Still, I glanced around warily.
"Silla?" Lizzie said. "You okay?"
"What? Huh?" I met her worried blue-eyed gaze. "Oh. Yeah. Guess I was just daydreaming."
On the way back to our neighborhood, I stared out the window and thought about that girl. It wasn't every day that a person from Alexander ran into a look-alike.
It dawned on me that my life was about to get far more interesting.
I know this is a bit short, but this is just the beginning.