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Chapter #3: Past, Present, What's the difference?
*~*~*~*Elaya's POV*~*~*~*
After I said good-bye to Joey, I returned home to find my mom almost done unpacking everything!
"Mom? You did this all by yourself?" I asked.
"Yup, I put your things in your room, 2nd door on the right. Unpack your things...the furniture guys came and unloaded our tables and dressers. Oh yeah, before I forget," my mom replied placing a box down on the floor, "I called Domino High School and registered you in. You're lucky that summer vacation is almost done here, that way you don't need to get caught up. Anyways, they said that your uniform should be coming today or on Sunday. Okay?"
"You asked for a size seven tall right?"
"Of course E-baby!" Here she goes again with the 'E-baby' thing. Thank goodness that Joey isn't here to hear this.
About an hour later, I was finally done unpacking my room. Exhausted, I threw myself on my bed—that was made and everything—and decided to ask my inner voice some questions.
// So, Justi...did you love the Pharaoh? When you were actually alive? //
Surprised that I asked this, she waited a minute before answering \\ Yes, I did. If it weren't for that Duel Monsters Battle between the Priest Seth and him, I would have been his wife. \\
// Priest who? // I asked confused. She never told me about this guy.
\\ Seth, he was the Pharaoh's cousin. He would have been Pharaoh, but Yami's father was born before his, so Yami was chosen instead. This was what caused all of the tension between them. \\
// I see...Feuding cousins, interesting. How did you and the Pharaoh meet and stuff? Was it like, love at first sight? // I whispered in a lovey-dovey voice.
She laughed. I usually made her do that. \\ Actually, it was at a--what word should I use--a birthday party lunch for future Pharaoh's 10th birthday. Out of all the Priest's children, I was the only daughter who was the same age as him. Therefore, with much chat, I was arranged to marry him. Since I was the Priest Karim's daughter, I was considered 'royal' enough for him. \\
// Cool! Did you guys ever make-out or have sex? // I inquired sheepishly. Unfortunately, the doorbell rang again.
\\ Saved by the bell, no? \\ Justi said sarcastically. I laughed.
"Elaya! Your uniform is here!" My mom shouted. I ran from my room and slide with my socks to the door. I was horrified.
"You expect me to where this crap?" I shouted. It was this stupid pink thing with a blue bow and a skirt. I hate pink. Whoever placed white and red together to make this hideous colour will pay.
"Elaya! It's not that bad." My mom cried. She checked the form. "What?!? I asked for a size seven, not a size ONE!"
The delivery man looked dumbfounded. "Sorry m'am. It was probably just a mistake in writing. I'll check the truck to see if I have anymore size sevens-"
"-Tall. I need a size seven tall." I said. We followed him to the back of the truck and watched him look through boxes. He came back out. "The only thing this company makes in tall is the boy's uniform." He held out a blue jacket with matching blue pants. "Sorry about that. This is a size six tall. The size seven one would be too big on you." I took it from his hands. "I'll take it!" My mom frowned.
I tried on the uniform and it fit like a glove, with extra room just in case I grew. The man left after my mom paid for the cheaper uniform. "I guess I'll have to notify the school and tell them about this incident."
"Right, even if they made the girls uniform in tall, I still wouldn't wear it. First of all, it's PINK! And second of all, you know how much I hate wearing skirts and shorts in public."
"Elaya, your scars aren't that bad." My mom said.
"Yes they are. For every other school that I went to, I always got teased every time I wore shorts. They spread all types of rumors about them and I don't want that to happen again, okay?" I pleaded angrily. "Those stupid burns made me get expelled. I got so pissed at that bully once, that I punched the lights out of her at my old school. Remember? So, tell those stupid school people that I'll be wearing the boy's uniform, whether they like it or not. Keep that note from that delivery guy. That way, I'll have proof that this school is biased on the fact that a girl can't grow past 5"5!" I stormed off into my room after that.
In my room, it was Justi's time to ask questions. \\ Scars? What happened? \\ I fell head first into my pillow and softly began to cry. I never cry, hardly ever...only when I remember the story behind my scars.
\\ What is wrong? Tell me please! \\ Between sobs, I told her quickly.
// I'm really an orphan, okay? Teresa is my foster-mom. My parents died in a house fire on my tenth birthday. A gas leak sprung in my kitchen. No one knew what it was, my dad came too close to the leak with his cigar, and a fire ignited. My parents died on contact. I, on the other hand was up stairs in my room, looking at these two earrings that my mom gave me as a present. They have an emerald in the middle because, my real mom said, they resembled my eyes //
I stopped, feeling my ear lobes for the last thing that my mom gave me. // See? These things. //
I continued. // After she put them on me, she went downstairs to make breakfast. My dad had already started and told her that the stove wasn't working. Then, as I went downstairs and arrived at the entrance of my kitchen, the fire started. I saw my parents being flung backward...A huge fireball exploded as I turned around to run away. Part of the flames attached to the back of my lower legs and slowly began to eat away at my skin. They left the area a sick shade of red with many bumps along the surface. I didn't feel it until I was outside crying and calling for help. My neighbours heard the explosion and called the doctors and the firemen. My house was destroyed, and parents had no other siblings and my grandparents had already died, so I was sent to an orphanage. Not even my neighbours wanted me. There? Happy? Happy now? // I yelled in thought.
\\ I'm sorry of what happened.\\ Justi started
// No, don't bother; I don't want your pity. That's what I usually get. Mean remarks about my burn scars or pity. Frankly, I want neither. And the worst part is, when I try to tell someone, they think I'm weird or just a stupid loser, who's an outcast and should be in a fucking freak show. //
\\ That is not rue. You are not a stupid loser. Don't take what they say to heart.\\
// Duh. That's what I do. I used to listen, but now, I don't. Either way, if I listen or not, they still do it, and I have no one to talk to. //
\\ Don't worry, burn scars or no burn scars. If those people can't see the loveable, kind, loyal friend that you truly are, then they are not people at all. \\
I smiled and wiped my eyes. // Thanks for that. Do you think that I should tell Téa, Triatan, Joey and Yugi about this? //
\\ Think of it as a test. If they still want to hang around you and talk, then they are what all humans should resemble. If not, then they are not understanding and shouldn't be your friends. When I was alive, I used to look past social and physical status. I, a queen-to-be, had many friends who were servants. Although, no one but the Pharaoh approved of this, I continued to do this, that way everyone, even the ones who were considered outcasts, had at least one friend to talk to. \\
// Thanks... // I pulled myself off the bed and looked at the clock. It read 6:00. Time for dinner. // I hope you like frozen peas and pasta. // I said to Justi, smiling.
\\ As long as it is edible, I'll be fine. Frozen peas? \\ I laughed at her question, and decided that when the time is right, I will tell my four new friends about my past. If they really want me as a friend, they'll stick by me...I know that they will.
*~*
OH ...the reader now knows one of the secrets Elaya has...interesting...believe me, there is more... MUAH HA HA HA HA! [Quiet, don't give it away!] {What? Give away the fact that her and---} [I said SHUT-UP]
Please review if you have time.
If you have the time, REIVEW!
Chapter #3: Past, Present, What's the difference?
*~*~*~*Elaya's POV*~*~*~*
After I said good-bye to Joey, I returned home to find my mom almost done unpacking everything!
"Mom? You did this all by yourself?" I asked.
"Yup, I put your things in your room, 2nd door on the right. Unpack your things...the furniture guys came and unloaded our tables and dressers. Oh yeah, before I forget," my mom replied placing a box down on the floor, "I called Domino High School and registered you in. You're lucky that summer vacation is almost done here, that way you don't need to get caught up. Anyways, they said that your uniform should be coming today or on Sunday. Okay?"
"You asked for a size seven tall right?"
"Of course E-baby!" Here she goes again with the 'E-baby' thing. Thank goodness that Joey isn't here to hear this.
About an hour later, I was finally done unpacking my room. Exhausted, I threw myself on my bed—that was made and everything—and decided to ask my inner voice some questions.
// So, Justi...did you love the Pharaoh? When you were actually alive? //
Surprised that I asked this, she waited a minute before answering \\ Yes, I did. If it weren't for that Duel Monsters Battle between the Priest Seth and him, I would have been his wife. \\
// Priest who? // I asked confused. She never told me about this guy.
\\ Seth, he was the Pharaoh's cousin. He would have been Pharaoh, but Yami's father was born before his, so Yami was chosen instead. This was what caused all of the tension between them. \\
// I see...Feuding cousins, interesting. How did you and the Pharaoh meet and stuff? Was it like, love at first sight? // I whispered in a lovey-dovey voice.
She laughed. I usually made her do that. \\ Actually, it was at a--what word should I use--a birthday party lunch for future Pharaoh's 10th birthday. Out of all the Priest's children, I was the only daughter who was the same age as him. Therefore, with much chat, I was arranged to marry him. Since I was the Priest Karim's daughter, I was considered 'royal' enough for him. \\
// Cool! Did you guys ever make-out or have sex? // I inquired sheepishly. Unfortunately, the doorbell rang again.
\\ Saved by the bell, no? \\ Justi said sarcastically. I laughed.
"Elaya! Your uniform is here!" My mom shouted. I ran from my room and slide with my socks to the door. I was horrified.
"You expect me to where this crap?" I shouted. It was this stupid pink thing with a blue bow and a skirt. I hate pink. Whoever placed white and red together to make this hideous colour will pay.
"Elaya! It's not that bad." My mom cried. She checked the form. "What?!? I asked for a size seven, not a size ONE!"
The delivery man looked dumbfounded. "Sorry m'am. It was probably just a mistake in writing. I'll check the truck to see if I have anymore size sevens-"
"-Tall. I need a size seven tall." I said. We followed him to the back of the truck and watched him look through boxes. He came back out. "The only thing this company makes in tall is the boy's uniform." He held out a blue jacket with matching blue pants. "Sorry about that. This is a size six tall. The size seven one would be too big on you." I took it from his hands. "I'll take it!" My mom frowned.
I tried on the uniform and it fit like a glove, with extra room just in case I grew. The man left after my mom paid for the cheaper uniform. "I guess I'll have to notify the school and tell them about this incident."
"Right, even if they made the girls uniform in tall, I still wouldn't wear it. First of all, it's PINK! And second of all, you know how much I hate wearing skirts and shorts in public."
"Elaya, your scars aren't that bad." My mom said.
"Yes they are. For every other school that I went to, I always got teased every time I wore shorts. They spread all types of rumors about them and I don't want that to happen again, okay?" I pleaded angrily. "Those stupid burns made me get expelled. I got so pissed at that bully once, that I punched the lights out of her at my old school. Remember? So, tell those stupid school people that I'll be wearing the boy's uniform, whether they like it or not. Keep that note from that delivery guy. That way, I'll have proof that this school is biased on the fact that a girl can't grow past 5"5!" I stormed off into my room after that.
In my room, it was Justi's time to ask questions. \\ Scars? What happened? \\ I fell head first into my pillow and softly began to cry. I never cry, hardly ever...only when I remember the story behind my scars.
\\ What is wrong? Tell me please! \\ Between sobs, I told her quickly.
// I'm really an orphan, okay? Teresa is my foster-mom. My parents died in a house fire on my tenth birthday. A gas leak sprung in my kitchen. No one knew what it was, my dad came too close to the leak with his cigar, and a fire ignited. My parents died on contact. I, on the other hand was up stairs in my room, looking at these two earrings that my mom gave me as a present. They have an emerald in the middle because, my real mom said, they resembled my eyes //
I stopped, feeling my ear lobes for the last thing that my mom gave me. // See? These things. //
I continued. // After she put them on me, she went downstairs to make breakfast. My dad had already started and told her that the stove wasn't working. Then, as I went downstairs and arrived at the entrance of my kitchen, the fire started. I saw my parents being flung backward...A huge fireball exploded as I turned around to run away. Part of the flames attached to the back of my lower legs and slowly began to eat away at my skin. They left the area a sick shade of red with many bumps along the surface. I didn't feel it until I was outside crying and calling for help. My neighbours heard the explosion and called the doctors and the firemen. My house was destroyed, and parents had no other siblings and my grandparents had already died, so I was sent to an orphanage. Not even my neighbours wanted me. There? Happy? Happy now? // I yelled in thought.
\\ I'm sorry of what happened.\\ Justi started
// No, don't bother; I don't want your pity. That's what I usually get. Mean remarks about my burn scars or pity. Frankly, I want neither. And the worst part is, when I try to tell someone, they think I'm weird or just a stupid loser, who's an outcast and should be in a fucking freak show. //
\\ That is not rue. You are not a stupid loser. Don't take what they say to heart.\\
// Duh. That's what I do. I used to listen, but now, I don't. Either way, if I listen or not, they still do it, and I have no one to talk to. //
\\ Don't worry, burn scars or no burn scars. If those people can't see the loveable, kind, loyal friend that you truly are, then they are not people at all. \\
I smiled and wiped my eyes. // Thanks for that. Do you think that I should tell Téa, Triatan, Joey and Yugi about this? //
\\ Think of it as a test. If they still want to hang around you and talk, then they are what all humans should resemble. If not, then they are not understanding and shouldn't be your friends. When I was alive, I used to look past social and physical status. I, a queen-to-be, had many friends who were servants. Although, no one but the Pharaoh approved of this, I continued to do this, that way everyone, even the ones who were considered outcasts, had at least one friend to talk to. \\
// Thanks... // I pulled myself off the bed and looked at the clock. It read 6:00. Time for dinner. // I hope you like frozen peas and pasta. // I said to Justi, smiling.
\\ As long as it is edible, I'll be fine. Frozen peas? \\ I laughed at her question, and decided that when the time is right, I will tell my four new friends about my past. If they really want me as a friend, they'll stick by me...I know that they will.
*~*
OH ...the reader now knows one of the secrets Elaya has...interesting...believe me, there is more... MUAH HA HA HA HA! [Quiet, don't give it away!] {What? Give away the fact that her and---} [I said SHUT-UP]
Please review if you have time.