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Chapter One: Introductions
Molly, my best friend, and I were moving to Scotland with the Thompson family. When Bob and Dottie had offered us a way to get away from our own hellish and dysfunctional families, we immediately agreed. We adored their 9-year-old son, Tony, and he liked us like older sisters. Molly and I were 14 years old and freshmen in high school... and different as the sun and moon.
Molly had beautiful, golden-blonde hair that she kept at shoulder length. It usually hung pretty straight, something she often complained about. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, her skin, fair. She was around 5'4". Her form was not skinny, but not fat either. She was a healthy medium. She was blessed in the breast area and had decent sized hips. She wore a lot of make-up, never happy with the way she looked. She seemed to enjoy covering up the beauty she all ready had, something I found to be a total waste of time and money. I mean, does it really take two hours every morning to do your make-up? She often stuck to lighter colors. She was as sarcastic as they came, often covering up her real thoughts and emotions with her abundant resource of sarcasm. If you ever came at her with an insult, she always had a witty come-back. She loved Vampires, Werewolves, Fairies... basically anything that wasn't supposed to exist. She came from a middle-class family. Her mother worked hard as a hair-stylist. Her Step-father was a construction worker. She had three older brothers, all of them all ready on their own. She also had a step-sister that was our age, Jenae. The two fought like cats and dogs. To be truthful, I didn't particularly like her, either.
I had very short, dark raven hair that spiked from my head in all directions. It had dark blue tips, too. My eyes were a dark, dark brown. They almost appeared black. My skin was well tanned thanks to my love of the outdoors. My form was on the skinny-side, though not due to anorexia. I was just naturally very, very skinny. I could eat you out of house and home and not gain an ounce! It annoyed all of my female friends (the few I had). I was small chested, broad-shouldered, thin waisted, extremely gifted in my hip-size and rear (not fat, though), and long-legged. I wore only make-up needed to accent my eyes, usually dark browns or black. Past that, I prefered not to wear any at all. I was a fighter to the core. I often acted first and thought afterward, something that usually came back to bite me later on. However, I still hadn't seemed to grasp that fact just yet... I wasn't really witty and the comebacks I had usually came to me quite a few moments too late. If you told a riddle-kind of joke, it would take me about three seconds longer than everyone else to figure out. Example: A guy said his friend took the pictures of his vacation, then said he did bring them back. It took me a few moments to figure out why nearly everyone was laughing until it clicked. I yelled out, "Now I get it!" much to my embarrassment as everyone else laughed at me now. I came from an adopted, middle-class family. My mother and I were destined to forever be at war. I adored my father. I had a younger sister, two older brothers, and two older sisters. I was the oldest sibling still at home. My younger sister never chose a side in my mother-daughter war and, for that, I was grateful.
The things that made Molly and I alike: things we loved to do. We both love anime, manga, reading, writing, drawing, painting, music, and the unexplained. Molly was more into it than I was, but we also had certain topics one of us knew more about than the other. Molly, as mentioned before, liked fictional creatures. I prefered paranormal experiences, like ghosts and demons. That was my specialty. Molly was the more social creature out of the two of us, blending into any scene and soon becoming the center of it. She never had any issue becoming popular wherever she went. Me? I was the outcast. I wasn't particularly social. I prefered to stick to my books, my writing, and my music. If I wanted company, I'd seek it out. I was not a people person. I didn't make friends easily, due to how I usually came off as spiteful and rude. Only people (like Molly and my Dad) that really knew me, knew how to read between the lines of what I say to get what I mean. I'm often very blunt and my words are known to come out and strike at the person I'm talking to, hurting them deeply, without me knowing. Again with the acting-before-I-think thing. How did we ever become friends, you ask? Answer: I have no idea.
Now, however, we had just unpacked our things and were settling into our new castle-like home. Molly and I shared a joined bathroom big enough for three crazy females. We had a whirl-pool tub and a stand up shower. The bathroom had two sinks, one toilet, and four cabinets for all of our toiletries, make-up, etc. Our rooms were slightly larger than Tony's but all three of us had a private balcony. Each of us had a large fireplace as well. Molly did her room in reds, mostly crimson. Don't ask. She just had this crazy facination with vampires and the color of blood. She had a queen-size bed with a canopy over it, a see-through red curtain going around it like a circus-tent. Her furniture was all stained Cherry. My room was decked out in black and dark, dark blue. Like Molly, I, too, had a queen-sized bed with a canopy over it like a circus-tent. It was black in color and very, very difficult to see through, but you still could. My furniture was all done in Ebony.
Again, see how we are as different as sun and moon? No? Well, guess you'll see it soon enough if you haven't yet.
As it was, I was getting into bed. I, like Molly, prefered to wear a pair of lounge pants and a baggy shirt to bed every night. It was just more comfortable than a nightgown or sleepwear you bought in a set. I glanced out the window to my balcony one last time before closing my eyes and letting the night take me.