Calia ran home, salty tears streaming down her face. The day was too tragic, too many emotions rumbling around in her small, poise body.
She slammed the door closed as she threw he backpack halfway across the room. Calia tossed herself onto the couch. Her face felt uncomfortable, so lifted it up to find a note which read-
'Live today to its fullest. Read a book. Check the fridge. Love - Mum'
So Calia did what she was told. Calia raided the fridge to find there to be all the things she likes. She poured a glass of coke and scooped some lime sherbert into it.
Then she relocated to her library. Before her stood walls lined with book shelves and portraits of beautiful fields and vast seas.
Calia sat on a stool and thought for a moment. What were those things on that not supposed to mean. To live this day to it's fullest? To love? Nonsense, she thought. Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
She walked towards a stack of books
"Memories," Calia whispered to herself, accent thick and glossy.
Those books had been her favorite when she was younger. Sweet memories. It was what she fed up on so many years ago. It shaped her to Calia.
She took a sip of her concoction as she lifted the first book. It's bindings fell apart in her hands. Calia sat herself into a seat and began to read.
She read of intelligent people who only wished for good. And she read of people who worked for evil and toyed with mages that should have been left untouched. Of great heroes and heroines who were willing to risk their lives for all, and others who risk their lives to rule the world and ruin the lived of others.
"Why, Gen!? Why!?" Sam exclaimed to his dearest friend. "You too, Toby. I am very disappointed in all of you! That must have been the most embarrassing moment in her life," he paused. "Definitely the most embarrassing in mine"
"I'm sorry, Sam," Genevieve apologized as she looked from his big, brown eyes to her small feet. "It just came out."
"Yeah, what she said," Rebecca stammered as she batted her eyelashes.
"Shut up!" he yelled as he slapped her hand. "Seriously! This is a big deal, or more of a mishap!"
"I'm sorry, but it's true," Daniel replied to Sam's screams.
"She does. Don't deny it," Rebecca added.
"Okay, whatever. It's not my fault I'm so charming," Sam replied, followed by a subtle chuckle.
~~~MANY HOURS AND BOOKS LATER~~~
Calia sat at the table and began to stuff her face with the spaghetti and tomato sauce her mum ordered.
"How was school?" her mother asked.
"Huthivle," Calia replied with a full mouth.
Her mum gave a stern look. "And why is that?"
"Convidental," she answered, followed by the swallowing mouthful of red and white contents.
"Is that so?"
"Yup. Absolutely," Calia said as she looked away from her mum's eyes.
"This doesn't have anything to do with Sam Abrums, does it?" her mum asked with a strange determination.
"How do you know!?" Calia yelled as she jumped from her seat and towered over the table.
"Well," she said as she hid in her only daughter's shadow. "Genevieve ran past me today, quickly turned around, and said 'Just let her go!'"
"And?" Calia inquired worriedly, as though wondering how her mum come to that conclusion.
"And what? Easy!" her mum exclaimed.
Calia quickly vacated the room and began to walk through a small hallway.
"I'm going to bed. Early. No questions asked. Good night," she said, her voice fading as she walked deeper and deeper down into the hallway.
"Good night," Calia's mother called.
"Whatever," Calia yelled, sounding much different than before. With that you could hear a slamming door and the sliding of a lock.
That was mum, or Janiece, as I called her on most occasions. Her real name is Joan, but I thought it was a bit unladylike. And soon it caught on.
She adopted me when I was eight. Or I just followed her around until she let me stay. She was my role model and my hero.
Janiece has a very sensitive cardiac muscle, or heart. She gained the disease in a fight with her betrothed, long ago. A heart attack. The doctor says that with her lifestyle… with me, she could be gone in the next year. She has large scars which slash across her chest in the shape of an 'x.' Janiece says they are from her many surgeries.
And much like everyone else, she has judged me. The way I am. She hardly mentions it now, but she found it very strange when we first met. Over the ten, long years, she has sacrificed almost the entire house to me. I have my own living room (with bookshelves stocked with dvds, tapes, cds, and video games from my childhood,) library, plus my bedroom.
Calia replaced her jeggings with shorts. She stretched, then began to look out the window. The moon, the stars, the owls she could hear hooting faintly in the horizon, so peaceful. Then a noise broke the silence.
~~A bad, bad female canine is trying to text you~~
"Oh, Gen," Calia sighed as she picked up her phone.
A simple message made up of pixels was smeared across the screen.
'Sorry'
But all Genevieve received was a 'Good-bye.'
Time to read, Calia thought as she snuck through the slim hallway.
She entered the library, grabbed five or so books, and returned to her room. She picked up where she left off, in the time of the legends.
Calia read and read until her eyes could no longer hold he focus. She continued. One book was missing.
"The book I never bought," murmured to herself.
That was when she began reading new books, falling in love with new characters, and living new lives.
Calia rested her body on her large mattress. She prayed a quick prayer as she switched the lamp off.
"Dear God, I know we are not quite familiar with ourselves, but here is a start. I am Calia, eighteen. I talk in the third person, speak with different accents (and occasionally languages) subconsciously, and no one likes me. I've been told you can answer my questions. Please tell me about who I am. Thank you in advance, Calia."
Calia shut her eyes and began to see the smoky clouds of the night and the moon. So close. Enough, she demanded.
