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There are many things that are maddening about being a Senior in highschool. College stuff and everything, homework, finals, the works. It's far from easy really but with it being spring and all it's not like I have a choice.
Maybe I should catch you guys up to speed on my life in the past four years. After the hugs and warm welcomes were aside both Kat's mom and my Mom agreed that with Basta still out there, we needed to move. We didn't just move a few cities over though. We moved over the ocean. To America.
It's ten times as crazy as Europe let me tell you but things are a little more spaced out with all the space! This country is bigger than our old continent for crying out loud! We settled down in Florida which is a whole lot different than England. It's always sunny! Like... Always!
Kat and I had to bust our butts over the summer to be able to attend highschool there since we knid of missed half of 8th grade. That was not my fault I tell you!
Four years have passed and it feels like just yesterday that we were driving away from Capricorn's village.
If you're wondering, yes I can still write things to life but now I want to put my writing ability to work and write stories. I have discovered that I can type things with out bringing them to life which is nice. I wouldn't want my villans jumping off the page.
I don't think I need to explain why.
Yes, life had moved on and I was glad for the safety of a normal life. But after everything that had happened... life just didn't seem right like this.
I looked in the mirror of the girls bathroom trying to picture myself then. I've changed now my once almost black hair turned to rich brown from all of the sun exposure. My ice colored eyes have stayed the same and so has my pale skin since I can't tan to save my life. And another thing has remained. The scar that ran from my cheek to my jaw bone, just a thin white line now. But I'll always remember the one who gave it to me.
It ticked me off to no end that Basta had survived. Sometimes I just hated it more than anything.
Yes life was normal now, but I keep remembering and... normal life seems almost dull to me.
"Not growing vain are we?" I heard Kat ask from behind me.
I saw her reflection in the mirror as she walked up beside me. Kat, who hadn't grown so much as a centimeter since 5th grade. Kat, who had died her hair black to match her dark eyes. Kat, who was able to maintain the role of "short person you don't want to mess with" even after we moved. Kat was still my best friend till the end.
She noticed my finger tracing my scar. It's my tick I guess. While some people bite their nails I stroke my scar.
"You're thinking about it again aren't you?" Kat sighed.
"Yeah" I nodded "How can I forget it?" I turned to my friend "Kat? Does this life we live, this normal life ever seem just-"
"Boring?" she raised an eyebrow.
I hesitated then nodded.
She sighed "Yeah. Everything seems boring after the thrill ride you gave me. I mean, I got to burn down a village for crying out loud!"
I smiled. Kat had barely changed at all.
"You two abandon me at the lunch table" another voice accused.
We turned around to see Joanna. That's her full name but we call her Jo.
Jo is a peculier girl. She has olive colored skin and dark hair that runs in a single braid down her back. She almost always wears a camo cap over her hair. She looks like the sporty type though her only sport is fencing and she's the neutral person in any debate. She can solve any argument and is good at making arguments of her own too. Maybe because she is a walking encyclopedia, a genius. And our good friend.
We met Jo when we first moved here. She was the welcoming one who took us under her wing and showed us how to be an American. We became a trio of friends, the ones who didn't fit into any catagory.
Not in the band nerds because none of us are musical
Not in the choir people because once again: Not musical.
Not with the jocks because though Kat is wicked good in combat her size is her downfall and Jo likes to stick to fencing.
Not with the rich girls because we aren't filthy rich
And though we look fine we aren't drop dead gorgeous enough to be with the Chicks.
And we're not artsy enough to be in art.
Really I chose theater for me elective. I'm good at comedy and drama and I guess lying and acting are pretty simaler if you think about it.
Jo, Kat and I sit at our very own lunch table every day. We aren't made fun of ever. If we were Kat would put a stop to that. But people stuck pretty tight to their little groups so not many people made an effort to make friends with us.
That was fine with me. I never was one for crowds.
"What's up with you Callypso?" Jo asked me. She could see through every lie and every emotion.
"I... it's nothing."
We hadn't told Jo about the incident. We didn't want to have to explain and then she would just freak out.
Jo studied me looking unconviced but she saw I didn't feel like talking and let it go.
My finger traced my scar again. A burning memory that would never leave me.
Yes I added another friend. Anyway REVIEW!!!