Chapter One
Caliegh's POV
I opened one eye when I noticed someone was standing in the doorway. I nearly froze in shock, slowly hitting the pause button on my iPod. I pulled the headphones out, still staring at my twin sister, Gabby. No way was this happening. After five and a half years, we magically stumble across each other at a high-class, international boarding school?
"Gabby," I muttered under my breath. Before I knew it I had raced from my place and the bed and flung my arms around her neck. "It has been so long." Her arms hung loosely at her side for a moment as if she was debating in her head whether to hug me back or not. She hesitantly hugged me back. I sure hoped I wasn't getting this wrong, and she was simply another person…
Hah. As if. I'm pretty positive no one looks as much like me as she does.
Gabby drug one of her suitcases to her empty bed, and I admit; my heart filled with joy to see that side of the room would no longer be ghostly and unoccupied. She stayed silent. What was wrong with the girl? Had she gone mute or something? …Okay, I shouldn't think like that. That just made newfound worry seep into my veins, but then she looked up at me.
"Long time, no see." Relief flooded through me. Okay, she wasn't mute. I smiled, sitting on the end of my bed.
"Five years." She began to unpack her things, slipping a couple of the uniform dresses out and shoving them into her drawer. Without folding them.
"It's been much too long, sissy dearest." I cringed at "sissy". Oh, gosh. She was still on that? "You still don't like that?" She said at the same time I said, "Don't call me that." We kind of glanced at each other, then burst out laughing. Ah, just like old times. I missed saying things like that at the same time, practically reading each other's minds. I remembered when we were little, we had always played the whole "jinx" game, but we got so into it that no one would win because we were too good at it.
Remembering our childhood just made me remember another small fact: Gabby was living with our dad. Who, no offense or anything, wasn't that wealthy. How did she afford this school? Last I checked, they didn't have $43,000 to just spend. "So how're you here?" I asked. Gabby waved her hand.
"Oh, you know, Dad drove me here." I lightly smacked her on the arm.
"No, I mean…" I lowered my voice. "How did you afford this?" Gabby froze while unpacking her things.
"Ah…Grandma chipped in, you know…" She chuckled nervously. "How'd you afford it?" I'm not even sure why she asked. Perhaps to be polite?
"Well, funny story. During one of my concerts, apparently the music director from this school had heard me. So after I performed, he had come up to me, introduced himself as Roderich , then announced that he was giving me a full scholarship to attend this school. Of course, before I could reject him, our mother dearest accepted. And here I am." Gabby scowled slightly, muttering something about "always being more talented". So she wasn't even going to attempt to feel happy for me? I see how it is.
When I looked back up at her, she was stripping herself of her shirt with the uniform blouse slung in the crook of her elbow. I glanced away quickly. "What are you doing." I asked, stated more like a phrase than a question.
"Trying on my uniform. Dad likes to buy all my clothes several sizes too small so I don't feel like a total fatass." She claimed. I frowned.
"That's a terrible system. I'd much rather have clothes too big," I said, not really meaning to say it out loud. Oops. She gave me somewhat of a death glare, flinging her pants at me.
"Take those. I bet they're too big on you."
"Yeah, I bet they are." I said, putting the jeans aside (after folding them into a neat little square). I glanced back up at her. Good, she was fully clothed. She stepped in front of a full-length mirror, smiling slightly.
"You know, this is actually kinda cute." She muttered. I'd rather wear the pants, but sadly the girls were required to wear the skirts. I put my ear buds back in my ears, but as soon as I did more clothes were flung at my head. "You try yours on!" I rolled my eyes, once again ditching my iPod. I shuffled over to the dorm's bathroom, hugging the cloth to my chest. "Wait, where are you going?"
"The bathroom."
"Why?"
"To…change…?" I said, as if it was obvious. However, she looked at me like I was insane. "What, you think I'm going to change in front of someone?! I think not!" I said, my voice rising in pitch slightly as I rushed into the bathroom. My gosh…what was she thinking? That I was about to expose myself to her? No, thank you. I don't even let the cat in my room when I change. Much less a person.
For some reason, that irked me. I never liked showing my legs (hence why I wanted to wear the pants) and I didn't enjoy wearing short sleeves, either. I quickly changed into the uniform, then came out of the bathroom, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the short skirt. I kept tugging at the hem as if doing so would make it longer. Gabby clapped in admiration, but then her smile faltered.
"You always do make these things look better than I do…" I felt a blush rise to my face, yet I still managed to glare at her.
"No, no I do not." I tugged my jeans back on underneath my skirt, then shimmied out of that so I was back in regular clothes. I sat back on my bed, grabbing my music folder in the process. I began to shuffle through the sheet music, organizing it. I sighed inwardly. I already missed my grand piano back home, the dark wood standing out against the brilliantly white walls.
I was concentrating so much that I didn't realize Gabby had picked up her guitar case, only to stumble over the empty suitcase on the floor and drop her whole book. I watched her with mild interest as she hurriedly gathered the music, shoving them back in the folder and putting the case as well as the folder in the closet that I no longer had to myself. She looked up at me, her face flushed.
"Please don't tell me you saw the cover," She said.
"Guitar, beginner, level two." I said, expressionless. Gabby groaned. "What?"
"I had hoped you didn't. I mean, I'm at so low of a level and you're a little virtuoso on every instrument out there…"
"Only violin and piano." She groaned again.
"See! More than I can do! I'm a freakin' untalented-"
"No you aren't. I'm not going to judge you based on your musical capability." She sat on her own bed, muttering, "Yeah, right." I didn't bother respond to that. Instead I changed the subject. "Hey…we should go check out the cafeteria. I hear it's really big."
"Thank god. I'm starving!" She said, flinging open the door. I followed her, locking the door behind me. Didn't want any idiots sneaking in and going through my stuff. "Now which way is it?" I pocketed my key and stepped in front of her, leading the way. Alright, I admit. I didn't exactly know which way to go. But hey, I could eventually find the café, right?
We must've strolled around the halls forever, but eventually I had caught the smell of food drifting through the air, and I just followed my nose. I could tell Gabby was starving, because the look on her face when we found the café was priceless. She ran in ahead of me and stopped dead in her tracks; there were a lot of people at this school.
"Where the heck are we supposed to sit?! There isn't an empty table!" I complained loudly. She glanced at me.
"By socializing, sissy!" She skipped around the cafeteria for a bit, but there wasn't really an opportunity for us to walk up to someone and talk to them.
"Ooh, hola, new chicas!" I turned around. Why hello, opportunity.
~Author's Note~
I forgot to mention in the first note how much EFFORT we put into naming this damn thing. "Our Hetalia Academy" was way too lame, so we spent a good like, 10 minutes brainstorming something that worked. And we finally had enough and searched for words on Google. XD I found "enigma," which meant "a person that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand." It's hard to explain this early in the story, but it's kinda because we don't really understand each other anymore.
So, yah. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, which happens to be the first one written by KiwiFruit07. :3 *bows* Naturally we write our own POVs. I'll give you a turtle if you can guess who the person is at the end. XD
-KiwiFruit07
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