A/N: I completely forgot ALL of the names (except cat) that I made up.
That's what happens when I make up without considering. Could someone
write the names on their review so I can be lazy and not look it up?
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The next day I awoke with a smile, and a conviction that the last month had
all been a dream. Even as awarness began to tickle my mind, I tried to
remain asleep. Some part of me knew that as soon as I woke up my dreams
would be gone. In the end I was wrenched awake by the alarm, my dreams
shattering like slivers of brightly colored glass all around me.
The day began much the same as yesterday, but it was of little importance. What mattered was what happened after school.
"Thia, would you like to hang out at the Lilac Mall," asked Cat.
"Um," I began, planning on saying no, but Artemis soon intersepted me.
"Actually, I'd like to go," he intergected, actually sounding like he meant it.
"Well, then, that settles it," I replied with a fake smile, I didn't want to have anything to do with this.
"Alright then, where should we meet?" Cat asked, oblivious to what was going on between Artemis and I.
"How about at my house, around four," I asked, hoping she'd go with it.
"Sure, my mom will drive us there," Cat offered, her smile genuine.
Artemis and I walked the short distance to "my" house, the trees had just turned their bright oranges and reds. As I looked around me I was almost able to forget how mad I was at Artemis for putting me in that position, how this wasn't my world, and how scared I was becoming. "Artemis," I asked, not letting my anger show.
"Yes," he replied, equally nuetral in voice and manner.
"What the hell did you do that for!?" I practically yelled. I attempted to calm down when I saw that all I was doing was amusing him.
"I was tired of staying in a room where the most interesting thing there is the light bulb," he replied.
"You can't be serious," I replied, my annoyance plain.
"Yes, I am. Why do you find it so hard to believe?" he asked, looking like he already knew the answer and just wanted to mess with me.
"For some reason I find it hard to believe that you would find it enjoyable to watch a bunch of girls run around and try on clothes," I said wilst I slammed my front door shut behind me.
"That's odd, I'd assume that boys would LOVE to watch girls try on clothes," he replied, a hint of a smile dancing around his lips.
I just stared at him, "You're getting weirder every day, you know that?" I asked him, trying to sound disgusted and above it all.
"You should probably start on your home work if you want to be able to go out." He commented while walking upstairs. I just sighed and followed him into his room where we did our traditional homework session.
Halfway through English I commented, "It won't feel right using my Double's money buying clothes she probably won't like. How are you going to buy stuff for your self, or were you planning on just monitoring what I bought?"
"I have some money already," he told me carelessly.
"What, how, give me some," I told him firmly.
"Why," he asked, looking honestly unconcerned.
"You got me into this mess, you're going to get me out," was my tense reply.
Artemis looked at me, his expression screaming, and I care because?
"Please," I pleaded, making my voice hopefull. I gave him my, Oh-my- gosh/maybe/I-hope-so, puppy dog face. It worked, and I don't think he caught on either, in the end he gave me fifty dollars (YEAH).
When Cat's Mom arrived, everything was painfully familiar. I was relieved to arrive at the mall (maybe it had a little to do with the fact that I had fifty dollars that I didn't have to pay back).
"Where do you want to go first?" Cat asked, we had paused in front of the fountian.
"Um, I would like to go clothes shopping," I inserted with an ill consealed grin.
"What about you," she asked, clearly expecting him to want to go to someplace borring.
"I'll just tag along and see what there is," he replied, managing to somehow sound dashing. Who was this person and what did he do to Artemis?
"Well, alright," Cat replied doubtfully.
We did the usual window shopping, trying on riddiculous outfits, and in general scareing the young children.
We had found a cute little store with a bunch of neat fabrics and outlandish clothes. It had the kind of stuff that I would wear.
"You know Thia," Cat said, suddenly serious, "I really enjoy shopping with you, it's nice to hang out with your friends when they're not pretending to be someone they're not." She looked really nervous and was deeply absorbed by the clothes she was looking at. My Cat was know for many things, tact wasn't one of them.
"And what kind of person do I pretend to be," I asked gently.
"Someone who doesn't care how others feel, or wether what she does is right or wrong as long as it's in." Cat said, her expresssion was a sad one, and her posture degected. I wondered what my double had done, and who she was.
"Who am I really," I asked, a knot rising in my throat. I had gone through this with someone I knew, exept I had been in Cat's position, we had been close, but then she became a stranger.
"You are someone who I can trust, and who trusts implicetly. You are someone who loves life and lives it to the fullest, someone who has no defining interest, but is her thoughts and beliefs. You are someone who will always surprise me, and let me know that the world and people are beautiful." She told me this, her expression solomn and hopefull. I wondered how this double of mine could have changed so much, from the girl Cat saw, to the girl Cat knew. For that was what Cat was truly saying, that my double had changed, and for the worse.
"When did I start to change from this angel to that dark girl," I asked carefully, my expression sad.
"I noticed when you started hanging out with Glenda and Katrina," she told me with a deep breath.
I just nodded, this was a lot to learn. "Did I ever hurt you?" I asked, needing to know this, "Did I ever betray you, or do something unforgivable."
"Are you sure you want me to answer that," she asked, looking at me hopefully.
"Yes, I do, I need to know the truth," I replied.
"You have stabbed me in the back with words and actions, you have pushed me aside when I tried to help. You have said things that have scarred me, and I don't know when I will fully heal." She replied, her tone flat as if she couldn't spare emotion at that time.
I wondered how this girl could have "me" do this to her and still forgive and remain chipper and kind. "I'm sorry Cathune. I'm sorry for what has been done to you, I'm sorry what Thia has done," I replied, using my old nickname for her. I guess that my double used it too, for she started to cry. I held her like I would a sister, and soon she had calmed down. Yet, for all that, she seemed to have healed some-what, maybe she had needed to cry.
I learned much that day, but most importantly I had begun to feel responsible for what my double did. I began to try and fix the many wounds and casualties that she had left in her wake. Most people didn't seem to be able to believe the new "me," as I took to calling it. ************************************************************************ A/N: Sorry people, but it's going to be dark, she's having a nervous break down. All my reviewers, if you comment on something I wrote to you in reviewige, could you mention what you're commetning on? My short term, and long term, memmory is taken up with Algebra. I eagerly await your next review.
The_evil_but_niceish_one: I liked your old name better, it was short. I know you're crazy, I just didn't want to metnion anything. I hope you liked this chapter as much as the last one.
Silverlight's Shadow(): Yeah, I know the last chapter was dry, but it needed to be done. You couldn't understand her school life without her home life. I'm plannign on taking your advise about trying to fix it, and the wild goose chase. But this half will be serious, sorry.
Selena(): On the lines of you being like Cerinthia, she's kind of the classic artzy girl. I'm flattered that you think I could be a professional writter, but I wan to train dogs, and do art, and poems, and books, and.
Elfin emerald(): Glad you like it, hope you like this one too, it took me long enough to get it.
Anthony1234: I'm glad you like my chapter! Are you a guy? I am just so used to all of the writters being girls. I hope you keep reading, and I'm sorry for the delay, I usually write everyday.
Jessica: I finally broke the writters block, thanks to you. I'm glad you like my line, and sorry I'm brief. My sisters aren't all that bad, I'm just writing their worst aspects. You have a brother? I don't what one, too many horror stories. What's it like, having a broghter I mean.
Angelgirl10: You guessed what I was doing! OH I love you (gives big bone cracking hug)! I like that poem a lot, it make syou think. I think you might like this one:
In a Copy of Omar K Hayyam
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.
Fit rosary for a Queen, in shape and hue, When Contemplation tells her pensive beads Of mortal thoughts, forever old and new. Fit for a Queen? Why, surely then fit for you!
The moral? Where Doubt's eddies toss and twirl Faith's slender shallop till her footing reel, Plunge: if you find not peace beneath the wirl, Groping, you may like Omar grasp a pearl. ~James R.L.~
I'll tell you my interpretation if you tell me yours.
The day began much the same as yesterday, but it was of little importance. What mattered was what happened after school.
"Thia, would you like to hang out at the Lilac Mall," asked Cat.
"Um," I began, planning on saying no, but Artemis soon intersepted me.
"Actually, I'd like to go," he intergected, actually sounding like he meant it.
"Well, then, that settles it," I replied with a fake smile, I didn't want to have anything to do with this.
"Alright then, where should we meet?" Cat asked, oblivious to what was going on between Artemis and I.
"How about at my house, around four," I asked, hoping she'd go with it.
"Sure, my mom will drive us there," Cat offered, her smile genuine.
Artemis and I walked the short distance to "my" house, the trees had just turned their bright oranges and reds. As I looked around me I was almost able to forget how mad I was at Artemis for putting me in that position, how this wasn't my world, and how scared I was becoming. "Artemis," I asked, not letting my anger show.
"Yes," he replied, equally nuetral in voice and manner.
"What the hell did you do that for!?" I practically yelled. I attempted to calm down when I saw that all I was doing was amusing him.
"I was tired of staying in a room where the most interesting thing there is the light bulb," he replied.
"You can't be serious," I replied, my annoyance plain.
"Yes, I am. Why do you find it so hard to believe?" he asked, looking like he already knew the answer and just wanted to mess with me.
"For some reason I find it hard to believe that you would find it enjoyable to watch a bunch of girls run around and try on clothes," I said wilst I slammed my front door shut behind me.
"That's odd, I'd assume that boys would LOVE to watch girls try on clothes," he replied, a hint of a smile dancing around his lips.
I just stared at him, "You're getting weirder every day, you know that?" I asked him, trying to sound disgusted and above it all.
"You should probably start on your home work if you want to be able to go out." He commented while walking upstairs. I just sighed and followed him into his room where we did our traditional homework session.
Halfway through English I commented, "It won't feel right using my Double's money buying clothes she probably won't like. How are you going to buy stuff for your self, or were you planning on just monitoring what I bought?"
"I have some money already," he told me carelessly.
"What, how, give me some," I told him firmly.
"Why," he asked, looking honestly unconcerned.
"You got me into this mess, you're going to get me out," was my tense reply.
Artemis looked at me, his expression screaming, and I care because?
"Please," I pleaded, making my voice hopefull. I gave him my, Oh-my- gosh/maybe/I-hope-so, puppy dog face. It worked, and I don't think he caught on either, in the end he gave me fifty dollars (YEAH).
When Cat's Mom arrived, everything was painfully familiar. I was relieved to arrive at the mall (maybe it had a little to do with the fact that I had fifty dollars that I didn't have to pay back).
"Where do you want to go first?" Cat asked, we had paused in front of the fountian.
"Um, I would like to go clothes shopping," I inserted with an ill consealed grin.
"What about you," she asked, clearly expecting him to want to go to someplace borring.
"I'll just tag along and see what there is," he replied, managing to somehow sound dashing. Who was this person and what did he do to Artemis?
"Well, alright," Cat replied doubtfully.
We did the usual window shopping, trying on riddiculous outfits, and in general scareing the young children.
We had found a cute little store with a bunch of neat fabrics and outlandish clothes. It had the kind of stuff that I would wear.
"You know Thia," Cat said, suddenly serious, "I really enjoy shopping with you, it's nice to hang out with your friends when they're not pretending to be someone they're not." She looked really nervous and was deeply absorbed by the clothes she was looking at. My Cat was know for many things, tact wasn't one of them.
"And what kind of person do I pretend to be," I asked gently.
"Someone who doesn't care how others feel, or wether what she does is right or wrong as long as it's in." Cat said, her expresssion was a sad one, and her posture degected. I wondered what my double had done, and who she was.
"Who am I really," I asked, a knot rising in my throat. I had gone through this with someone I knew, exept I had been in Cat's position, we had been close, but then she became a stranger.
"You are someone who I can trust, and who trusts implicetly. You are someone who loves life and lives it to the fullest, someone who has no defining interest, but is her thoughts and beliefs. You are someone who will always surprise me, and let me know that the world and people are beautiful." She told me this, her expression solomn and hopefull. I wondered how this double of mine could have changed so much, from the girl Cat saw, to the girl Cat knew. For that was what Cat was truly saying, that my double had changed, and for the worse.
"When did I start to change from this angel to that dark girl," I asked carefully, my expression sad.
"I noticed when you started hanging out with Glenda and Katrina," she told me with a deep breath.
I just nodded, this was a lot to learn. "Did I ever hurt you?" I asked, needing to know this, "Did I ever betray you, or do something unforgivable."
"Are you sure you want me to answer that," she asked, looking at me hopefully.
"Yes, I do, I need to know the truth," I replied.
"You have stabbed me in the back with words and actions, you have pushed me aside when I tried to help. You have said things that have scarred me, and I don't know when I will fully heal." She replied, her tone flat as if she couldn't spare emotion at that time.
I wondered how this girl could have "me" do this to her and still forgive and remain chipper and kind. "I'm sorry Cathune. I'm sorry for what has been done to you, I'm sorry what Thia has done," I replied, using my old nickname for her. I guess that my double used it too, for she started to cry. I held her like I would a sister, and soon she had calmed down. Yet, for all that, she seemed to have healed some-what, maybe she had needed to cry.
I learned much that day, but most importantly I had begun to feel responsible for what my double did. I began to try and fix the many wounds and casualties that she had left in her wake. Most people didn't seem to be able to believe the new "me," as I took to calling it. ************************************************************************ A/N: Sorry people, but it's going to be dark, she's having a nervous break down. All my reviewers, if you comment on something I wrote to you in reviewige, could you mention what you're commetning on? My short term, and long term, memmory is taken up with Algebra. I eagerly await your next review.
The_evil_but_niceish_one: I liked your old name better, it was short. I know you're crazy, I just didn't want to metnion anything. I hope you liked this chapter as much as the last one.
Silverlight's Shadow(): Yeah, I know the last chapter was dry, but it needed to be done. You couldn't understand her school life without her home life. I'm plannign on taking your advise about trying to fix it, and the wild goose chase. But this half will be serious, sorry.
Selena(): On the lines of you being like Cerinthia, she's kind of the classic artzy girl. I'm flattered that you think I could be a professional writter, but I wan to train dogs, and do art, and poems, and books, and.
Elfin emerald(): Glad you like it, hope you like this one too, it took me long enough to get it.
Anthony1234: I'm glad you like my chapter! Are you a guy? I am just so used to all of the writters being girls. I hope you keep reading, and I'm sorry for the delay, I usually write everyday.
Jessica: I finally broke the writters block, thanks to you. I'm glad you like my line, and sorry I'm brief. My sisters aren't all that bad, I'm just writing their worst aspects. You have a brother? I don't what one, too many horror stories. What's it like, having a broghter I mean.
Angelgirl10: You guessed what I was doing! OH I love you (gives big bone cracking hug)! I like that poem a lot, it make syou think. I think you might like this one:
In a Copy of Omar K Hayyam
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.
Fit rosary for a Queen, in shape and hue, When Contemplation tells her pensive beads Of mortal thoughts, forever old and new. Fit for a Queen? Why, surely then fit for you!
The moral? Where Doubt's eddies toss and twirl Faith's slender shallop till her footing reel, Plunge: if you find not peace beneath the wirl, Groping, you may like Omar grasp a pearl. ~James R.L.~
I'll tell you my interpretation if you tell me yours.