Shadow
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A/N: Yaaaaaay! My very first CappyPenelope ficcie!(claps hands happily)Okay, if you're not a big C+P fan, then I suggest you leave b/c I do NOT accept flames from meanies.
FLAMERS SHALL HAVE TO ROAST MY MARSHMALLOWS AND MAKE MY SMORES FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES AS PUNISHMENT FOR THEIR IGNORANCE! Got it?
Disclaimer: I do not own Hamtaro or any of it's characters--even Stan(cries). I only own Crystal, who might be used in this story, on account Penelope and Cappy are the main characters.
Quick 411: Penelope, Cappy and their classmates are 13-yr-old human-hams. Pashmina, Hamtaro, Bijou and the rest are 16. Boss is 17.
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Summary: Ever since the day of her birth, Penelope Mafura's lived in the shadows of her pretty, popular and perfect older sister, Pashmina. Now, fed up, all she wants, is her own life. My first CappyPenelope romance fic.
Enjoy!
Prologue: Fed Up
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I have friends in homeroom who say seventh grade suck. I have older friends in high school who complain detention sucks(mainly the guys). I've heard that people who don't finish college end up with really sucky jobs. In fact, alot of people complain that alot of things in life suck.
But I don't agree with them.
Why?
I'm smart. I can live being a seventh grader.
Detention isn't prison. I wouldn't mind spending the rest of the month in five o' clock detention.
I'm not a bum. I'll finish college. Sucky jobs are for the idiots who decide that college is for losers. Hel-LOOO? College is supposedly for making you successful in life. DUUUUH!
But you know what really sucks? You wanna know what's worse than seventh grade, detention, prison or any of your worst fears?
What REALLY sucks is when people expect you to be someone you're not. Sometimes, when you're living my life, people expect you to follow someone else's footsteps. To live in their shadows and be their personal dummy. To be perfect.
In people's eyes, perfection is something you're born with. Perfection is a gift you recieve from birth by blood. Like a purebred or something. Well, that's what I must've been born with. Sometimes, you're expected to do alot. At the same time, not much at all.
Perfection.
Sigh.
The meaning of perfection is being on time every day. Keeping an organized schedule. Watch what you eat for a flawless flat stomach. That way, you'll look good in just about anything at the mall and being acne's number one enemy. Storing your books in class order, so a visit to your locker is a snap. Owning the cutest curves. Brushing your long, silky hair that almost reaches your waist and with no split ends every night for a knot-free life. Having beautiful blueish eyes and lip-plumping pink gloss for a sweet, yet sexy pout.
To people, that was my perfect older sister. And I was the perfect younger sister. At times, I was the envy of many. Others admired my gift. But to me, it was a curse. I was to do everything she did. Be just like her. It was pressure. It was daily duty. It was hell.
For years, the pressure pushed me to doing things her way. I tried to do everything to prove I could be the perfect little sister. But every move. Everything I'd think was successful was another mistake to them.
As I got older, the pressure didn't exactly let off.
Things only went from bad to worse.
When I entered my teen years a while ago, everyone suddenly expected me to "look" my part(if you get my meaning). Let's just say they were pretty disappointed.
Just like the pressure, my opinion on being the "perfect" little sister also changed.
It dawned on me that I would never be Pashmina. No matter how hard I tried. Despite our resemblences. There was only one Pashmina. And only one me. And you know what? It doesn't matter that I will never be like her!
I'm tired of hearing how great Pashmina was.
Or how Pashmina used to do this.
How she did that.
How I should be more like Pashmina.
You wanna know something? I'm sick and tired of all the bullshit! I'm tired of living in Pashmina's shadow and being nothing but her little clone. Everyone has already tried to run my life. So why can't I give it a shot for once? It's my life!
I'm sick of being Pashmina's look-alike. I've had it with being the world's puppet on a string. I don't wanna lived in a caged world for the rest of my life. I wanna spread my own wings. Fly in my own path. Follow my own directions. I wanna learn from my own mistakes. I wanna breathe the air of independence. I wanna shine with my own colors.
If Christmas were around the corner, I'd wish to step out of Pashmina's shadow and fly off into the rising sun. I'm tired of everything everyone has tried doing for me. I just wanna be my own person. Be me, myself and I. But Santa can't do that for me. If I want something, a shooting star won't do much of anything. I have to depend on me and no one else.
All my life, I've been nothing but a dummy. But soon, I'm gonna change all that. I'm breaking free and flying off. I will no longer be Pashmina's little sister. I will just be...me.
Penelope Alyson Mafura.
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A/N: Prologue complete! I'm sorry if it was a little short, but I promise there's more where that came from! So plzplzplzplzplzplzplzplzplz review(and don't be cruel)if you want more.
Until then, I'll be waiting! Buh-byez!
Hugs 'n' Kisses,
Crystalgurl101
