J.A.K: Thanks for reviewing. Sorry that it went from past tense to present tense. It should be present tense from now on though.
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An hour and a half later, Hannah and I collapse on my bed, exhausted from unpacking my things and putting them away.
"Well, that was fun." I say, staring up at the ceiling.
"Oh yeah." Hannah replies.
I roll onto my stomach and play with some of Hannah's hair.
"So. What do you think of Thierry?" She asks.
"Very stunning. He has nice…ah… assets." I stutter.
Hannah mock glares at me, and then laughs.
"I have to agree with you there." She replies, wiggling her eyebrows at me; making me laugh.
"So, how did you guys meet up?" I ask, looking at her. After a moment's hesitation, she answers. There's obviously something she's hiding from me.
"Oh, through my friend Chess. You remember Chess, don't you?" She asks.
"Chess? Give me a description?" I ask, befuddled.
"Short black hair, cat- green eyes, tall, exotic looking. Come on, you remember?" She replies.
"Yes, I remember now. The one who said that if I dressed in Egyptian clothes, and braid my hair, I could pass off as Cleopatra?" I ask.
"That's the one." Hannah replies, laughing at my frowning expression. "But isn't that what everyone says about you?" She adds.
"Yes. It's kind of getting annoying. I guess that's what happens when you've got an Egyptian for a mother?" I reply, speaking quietly, with a hint of bitterness in my voice.
My mother ran off with some guy when I was three, my dad raised me ever since. I figured that my mum was suffering from postnatal depression, and just ran off because she couldn't handle that fact that she had a child to look after.
She came back a couple of years ago, and told me the truth of why she left. She told me that I was a mistake that the only reason I was born, was because my father wanted a baby.
That was why she ran off, she had another family with the man she ran off with. I had a feeling that was the reason, but I didn't believe it, not until she told me. Then my father confirmed it for me.
"Nilsson wasn't bad either." I say changing the subject back to the conversation we had before my mother.
"He was checking you out. His… girlfriend isn't going to like that." Hannah replies.
"Why are the good ones always taken? They are either married, gay or have a girlfriend." I say, pouting.
"Ooh, Thierry and I are throwing a party in a couple of weeks, maybe you'll meet someone there? It's for the Summer Solstice." Hannah says, tapping me on the arm to get my attention.
"Summer Solstice? What in Isis' name is that?" I ask again befuddled.
"You know, the longest day of the year?" she explains.
"Oh, yes. Now I get you." I reply, finally clicking on to what she's saying.
"Anyway, it's going to be a costume ball. What are you going to go as?" She adds.
"Do I have to dignify that with an answer? Anyone going Egyptian?" I ask.
"Well, I'm going as an Egyptian priestess, and Thierry is going as an Egyptian priest. Of course you're welcome to go as say… an Egyptian princess or something?" She replies. "I'm sure that you'd feel comfortable in that? And besides, you've got the right colouring for that, and also that fact that you're a real Egyptian." She adds.
"Well, another reason to go as an Egyptian." I point out.
"So go as an Egyptian than." Hannah says, laughing.
"Hannah, sweetie? We've just established that I'm going as an Egyptian." I say jokingly.
"Yes, I knew that. She replies. "Well Isis, let's go meet the others."
"Hannah? You do know that Isis is a Goddess, right?" I reply.
"Yes Nila, I do know that." She says.
"Good. Just checking." I reply.
We both get up off the bed; walk to the door, and out into the opulent looking hallway.
We walk down the hall, down the curving grand staircase, down yet more halls, and then we come to a stop in front of very expensive looking double doors; they have been painted an ivory colour, with what looks like real golden handles.
Hannah opens the doors, and as soon as we both walk through the doors, approximately thirty heads turn towards my cousin and I.
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A/N: Please review and let me know what you think of this…this…story. Even if you don't like it story so far, then please let me know about it. Pretty Please??