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I am different. I am young. I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm me. I'm myself. I am I. I am strong. I am alone. I'm quiet. I'm loud. I'm a dreamer. I'm a hoper. I am imagination. I am two. I am one. I'm misunderstood. I am confused. I am unloved. I am unfavored. I'm serious. I'm joking. I am just understanding. I am possesive. I am strange. I'm awkward. I am a different color. I am Amaya.
I live on an island just east of the border of the formerly deadly fire nation. Ever since the war ended they have been at peace with the rest of the world. Hated, but at peace. The island, is small. The houses were all hand-built and no one quite owned one. The just ended up in one. The island is a mix of all different places. We have marshes on the east side of the island, beaches and ports off the north, and the Middle and west are either forests or plains. The south, no one ever goes to because of the tedious and messy trip that is needed to be taken. As for the race of my island, there is none. One of the very few places stuck between borders. As for people, we are all a small mix of random people that have liven on this island their whole life and will never leave. We all call ourselves equal to one another, but no one truly believes it. Every one believes they are better than some one on the island. And my grandmother is one of those people.
"Grandmother, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm just not interested in who you saw Kaiya talking to."
"You have such disrespect for me, you insolent child! If I were your mother you'd have wished to never see the light of day after the beating I woud have given you!"
"I'm sorry you feel that way Grandmother, but I wouldn't want some one talking about me, so why should I, them?"
"Will you stop your yelling? I can't hear if I'm hitting the right notes!" Aiko, my twin sister, said as she popped her head through the door. Aiko is the loved one in our family. No, in the world. I am the hated. Everyone loves her, everyone looks straight through me. Born with the gift of music, all eyes are on her when she sings or plays any instrument. I only wish I could get that kind of admiration. I know, It seems as though I hate my sister, but I don't. I don't love her either. I envy her with all my heart. She was always the delicate, sweet, perfect one, While I was portrayed as the rough, strange, flawed one. Even all the men seem to like her more, always buying or making her things, calling her beautiful. Not one person has ever called me beautiful, but her? Every day! And we're twins! Even since birth, she got more attention. A day after she came out, she came down with some sickness and was on the brink of death. And of course, while everyone worried about her, I was thrown to the side, ignored.
This went on for 14 years.
"I'm going to do so horrible tonight! I sound absolutely horrific!" Aiko said to try and seem humble about getting this year's solo in our annual festival of music. I was in the backround choir, but Of course, she got the solo. She was always one note higher than I. She made that solo every year, hands down, and she knew how good she was, which is what bothered me the most.
"Oh no, no, no, no! You are the single most wonderful singer in the world! Lets hear you sing." my grandmother said in a tone familar to me only when she spoke to Aiko.
"Well... oh alright, but I'm warning you, it sounds disgusting!" Once again fishing for more compliments.
Chills ran through my body second she began singing. Her voice was so clear, like a beam of light piercing through the darkness. No matter how much I wished her voice would crack or something, I couldn't also help but wish that it would never stop. The second she hit that high 'A', I tensed up. Not because I was angry, but because I was afraid I was going to fall apart.
"See? Now that you guys have gotten quieter, I finally got it to work."
"Oh darling... we're sorry. Keep on singing." my grandmother told her. She then turned her eyes to me and said, "As for you child, you apologize to your sister right now! I swear... you should be proud of you sister instead of screaming all the time, killing her angelic voice, and all this because you're jealous!"
"Whatever you say Grandmother, whatever you say." I said about ready to kill her as I walked out of the room and out the house. I spent the rest of the day wandering out and the island, trying to not care about what my grandmother had just said.
I didn't show up until the festival that night. I didn't even want to be there. I was already feeling lower than anyone could imagine, and I didn't want to be remimded of my inferiority to my twin sister.
"Is everyone in their places?" Our conducter hurridly yelled. He was a perfectionest. You missed a note, you were dead. And of course Aiko was the favorite student of his.
Nearing the end of the show, everyone in the audience was at the edge of their seats, waiting for Aiko to start singing. Just waiting. The second she got up and started singing,I got the same feelingI got when heard her sing this afternoon. I was falling apart. Thoughts we're starting to fly through my head...
'Why is everyone always so glad to hear her? What about the other soloists? They were good too!'
'Why is she so good? How is that note humanly possible?'
'Why does Aiko always have to steal the spotlight?'
The applause came in. People we're cheering louder than every before. They loved her. They always did.
'Why does everyone love her but hate me? What did I do to these people?'
'Why can't I just belong?'
'Why?'
'why?'
"WHY?" I yelled right as the applause was decending. All eyes were on me, just starting. I stared back at them, with the angriest glare ever to don my face.
I ran. Right off the stage. Right out the door. I ran away.
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This is the first chapter. Second is on its way. Familiar characters will start making their way in around the third chapter. Its going to be good, people. trust me.
Sad this is, this chapter resembles my inspiration wayy too much, "Jacob have I loved," so don't let it throw you off. Its gets way different.