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I lean my back against the cold, gray, concrete wall. It's raining again. I really shouldn't be so damn surprised. We're in Washington for Christs sake. I'm just glad I found this abandoned house to keep out of the rain. The air in here though is musty and humid. I can faintly see water dripping in here from a leak. The walls have been vandalized with paint and hammers it seems being there are so many holes revealing the intestines of the house. The old ceiling fan a few feet away from where I stand in what I would say was probably the living room, is dangling by a couple of wires. I wonder how many spiders and rats live in this bitch. I pull my hood to my plain black sweatshirt over my head, hiding my already shadowed face in a thicker mass of black. As much as I currently despise being out right now, it beats being at home. Being at home is a mess. Everyone living in that broken place is a mess. My mom is embarrassingly a cheap street whore, always doped up on cocaine. My dad? Well he passed 10 years ago when I was seven from lung cancer. That's why I don't smoke cigarettes. I'll never forgive him for leaving. Just look what it did to my mom, brother, and me. My older brother by two years, Landon, is currently locked up for trying to transport various illegal drugs from Mexico. Me? I'm just the police definition of a hoodlum.
I don't do anything extremely retarded like steal or anything, but I have a passion out here. Graffiti. It's like breathing to me. It is how I express myself. Every masterpiece I do is dark and twisted, typically black and red in color. I decided not to chose one word. I feel so many different emotions from day to day that one word can't sum it up. The whole dictionary probably couldn't sum up my mind. I wonder what made my mother name me Angel Prince of all things. I sound like a little pansy boy who picks flowers and sings "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts," in all of my free time.
The way the rain sounds pelting the rotting roof is soothing. I slide my back down the concrete wall behind me, sitting on a piece ply wood outstretched across the dust coated floor. God, I'm tired. My thoughts are too scattered right now... All over the place. In the back of my head I can feel the familiarities of a headache creeping in. Well that's just fantastic! I think and lay my back against the filthy floor, closing my eyes. I am going to try my best to sleep here. If I'm lucky, the rain will help me sleep in this damp, ice cold, room. Slowly I bring my knees into my chest, resting head against them. "One I'll be okay. Two I'll be okay. Three I'll be okay." I whisper lightly in place of counting those retched numbered sheep jumping gleefully over a fence they could easily just walk around. The rain is so soothing... Is the last thought to enter my mind before my nightmares rip me into my sleeping head.
***
The sun peeks through my window causing a warm stream of light to fall brightly over my face. I wouldn't have awaken if the sun wasn't such a rare occurrence here in Washington. With a small yawn I sit up in my bed, my eyes still foggy from my dreamless slumber. Today is Friday so I have school. I haven't been in Washington for very long, but already I find 10th grade here to be much more facile than in Florida. In Arcadia, there are so little restaurants and homes that almost all of the towns money went into the education system and the bars were set much higher. I reach over to my nightstand which is right next to my bed and grab my cell phone to look at the time. 7:22. Throwing the covers off my body, I shiver a little from the cool air. Getting up, I walk over to my closet in search of a good outfit for the day. I feel like wearing a dress today. Picking through my large display of dresses, I decide on one. Overall the piece is white, but on the left corner of it there is a sun colored gradient swooping up and basking a flurry of butterflies in its glow, fading back into white by the middle of the V-neck dress. I throw on a white knit shrug to cover my shoulders and slide my feet into a pair of white, patten leather, flip flops decorated with a yellow flower, where you slide the piece between you toes.
I stop finally and look in the mirror that my closet door doubles as, and do a small twirl, making the dress dance around my hips. I love this dress. The color of it compliments my milky skin, and off sets the flakes of yellow in my stormy blue eyes. My curled auburn hair tumbling down my shoulders in soft spirals, looks all the more red with the contrast in the two colors. Still though, It's too long by about an inch. Being only the small stature of five foot one, it's hard to find things that fit properly. After rushing off into the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb through my thick curls, I enter the kitchen to find something for breakfast. A wrapper tied off with a white ribbon catches my eye. I march over to it and read the package. Seattle Grocers Bakery. Cream Cheese Danish. "Oh... That sound good..." I whisper to myself, checking the nutrition facts. Thankfully it isn't too bad as they used all the toppings in reduced fat and sugar. Pulling the ribbon off and dropping the pastry into my hand, I sink my teeth into it, mumbling an "Mmm," as the sweet cream ravishes my taste buds. The taste was so heavenly that I couldn't help how fast it disappeared into tiny little crumbs in my palm. Brushing them off into the trash can, I go to the fridge and pour a glass of chocolate soy milk into a glass and down it to clench my thirst. Running back up the steps, I grab my gold, giant sequined, tote bag for school before coming back down to the living room, just as my mum emerges from the kitchen.
"Abigail are you ready to leave?" She asks, grabbing her keys, all dressed up in her pin straight, black, dress suit, gold curls tied into a tight bun.
"Yes, Mum. I'm ready." We then walk out into the garage and sit down in her black Lancer Evolution. As the garage door opens, my mum starts the car and slowly back out into the road and begins driving.
"So how is rehearsal going lately?" My mum asks, not taking her eyes off the road.
"It's really great mum! I've got the lead roll!"
"Oh? And when were you going to tell me and your father this?" She says with a half smile.
"Well... I don't know. I just forgot to I guess. Anyway, I'm playing a girl named Jacqueline Antoinette. She's a 19 year old girl dying of cancer in the early 1840s in France. Her and boy by the name of Thomas Beaumont fall in love though despite the circumstances, but a year after they marry, she dies and he stays around taking care of their twins, Emelia and Alice." I explain thoughtfully.
"Oh how depressingly happy that is! She's dying, but in love, and gone, but with two major pieces of her left in her wake." My mum says pulling into the car loop at my school, Seattle High School. "Anyway, have a good day today. Oh! And do you have rehearsal later?"
"Yes I do. The play is a month and a half so. You have a good day too mother. Bye bye." I say before stepping out and closing the door, waving her off.
Walking into the main building of the school, I rush over to the area that me and my friends, Gabriella and Cheyenne always meet at. Catching site of the two identical twins dark black hair and skinny frames, I sneak through the crowd of people and poke them both in the back of the head. I snicker lightly as they whirl around to face me with matching grins.
"Hey Abby!" They say in unison.
"Hey, what's up homies?" I say while pretending to pose like a 'G'.
"Nothing really. We're waiting for you to show us that song that you told us is so great yesterday." Says Alice.
"Oh! Yeah! It's called Inner Universe by Origa." (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIVgSuuUTwQ it's a really pretty song! Girl sings WAY to awesomely!) I say as I go through my bag for my iPod. Grabbing the pink device, I scroll through my songs until I come up on it and hand them the ear phones. I hit play and stand waiting to see what they think. After a moment they both start to hum to the song, and faintly singing the lyrics they recognize, as the song is in some other language.
"That was really pretty!" Gabriella comments as the song ends, Alice nodding in agreement.
"Yeah, it's the opening theme to the anime show Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex. Just the full song instead of a cut of it."
"Since when are you an anime nerd Aaaaaabby?" They question, wiggling their eyebrows at me.
"Since foreeeeever!" I say and poke my tongue out, scrunching my nose up.
"Goof ball." Alice says and points accusingly at me.
It never seizes to surprise me just how alike they are in personality and in looks. Being they are identical twins you'd think they'd at least set themselves apart slightly. Both of them keep their long, black, hair down to their mid-back, styled to have bangs that cross over their right eye, stopping just below their high cheek bones. Speaking of their eyes, they each have the same sparkling, hazel color, and are shaped like large almonds alway outlined in dark ebony eyeliner, giving them an exotic appeal. Their skin has a gorgeous, natural, tan being they are both Philippians. And to add the cherry on top, each of their frames are skinny and tall, making them appear to be beach bunnies, so all they have to do is one little shake of their hips and the boys go bonkers. Their personality is just as beautiful as they are on the outside. Alice is slightly more outgoing than Gabriella, but Gabby is more talkative when she breaks out of her shell. Laughing. They both do a lot of that. Everything to them is hilarious. Yesterday they saw a large bug sitting on the window outside of class, and they both started cracking up because its legs "Look like really tiny Link-n-logs,".
The bell resonates through the halls and the mass of people standing around chatting suddenly disperses. Here at school I notice that the number of people that dress like surfers is immensely less than in Florida, where everyone is always at the beach catching some waves. Instead the number of skaters is doubled, and the number of people that just dress casually seems to be lower too. Fashion is a bigger thing here than it was in Arcadia. It's not until Alice starts snapping her fingers in front of my face that I stop analyzing the diversity of people around me.
"Huh?"
"We said good bye space Brit." says Gabby with small laugh.
"Oh. Ha. Right. Bye. Oh! I have rehearsal today so I can't hang out later." I reply with a glare at Gabby for calling me a Brit.
"Alright. Well um... Tomorrow we were thinking that we could have a sort of sleep over girl night type of thing. That means we get to do your make-up Miss Abigail." Alice says matter-of-factly.
"Oh fine! Do my flippin' make-up. I know you guys have dying to do it." I say as I roll my eyes at their insistence.
"Sweet! See you in last period!" They say getting all giddy like they always are.
"Sure thing. Good bye tards." I say quickly and walk off laughing as they call me an ass while I walk away to class.
I don't do anything extremely retarded like steal or anything, but I have a passion out here. Graffiti. It's like breathing to me. It is how I express myself. Every masterpiece I do is dark and twisted, typically black and red in color. I decided not to chose one word. I feel so many different emotions from day to day that one word can't sum it up. The whole dictionary probably couldn't sum up my mind. I wonder what made my mother name me Angel Prince of all things. I sound like a little pansy boy who picks flowers and sings "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts," in all of my free time.
The way the rain sounds pelting the rotting roof is soothing. I slide my back down the concrete wall behind me, sitting on a piece ply wood outstretched across the dust coated floor. God, I'm tired. My thoughts are too scattered right now... All over the place. In the back of my head I can feel the familiarities of a headache creeping in. Well that's just fantastic! I think and lay my back against the filthy floor, closing my eyes. I am going to try my best to sleep here. If I'm lucky, the rain will help me sleep in this damp, ice cold, room. Slowly I bring my knees into my chest, resting head against them. "One I'll be okay. Two I'll be okay. Three I'll be okay." I whisper lightly in place of counting those retched numbered sheep jumping gleefully over a fence they could easily just walk around. The rain is so soothing... Is the last thought to enter my mind before my nightmares rip me into my sleeping head.
***
The sun peeks through my window causing a warm stream of light to fall brightly over my face. I wouldn't have awaken if the sun wasn't such a rare occurrence here in Washington. With a small yawn I sit up in my bed, my eyes still foggy from my dreamless slumber. Today is Friday so I have school. I haven't been in Washington for very long, but already I find 10th grade here to be much more facile than in Florida. In Arcadia, there are so little restaurants and homes that almost all of the towns money went into the education system and the bars were set much higher. I reach over to my nightstand which is right next to my bed and grab my cell phone to look at the time. 7:22. Throwing the covers off my body, I shiver a little from the cool air. Getting up, I walk over to my closet in search of a good outfit for the day. I feel like wearing a dress today. Picking through my large display of dresses, I decide on one. Overall the piece is white, but on the left corner of it there is a sun colored gradient swooping up and basking a flurry of butterflies in its glow, fading back into white by the middle of the V-neck dress. I throw on a white knit shrug to cover my shoulders and slide my feet into a pair of white, patten leather, flip flops decorated with a yellow flower, where you slide the piece between you toes.
I stop finally and look in the mirror that my closet door doubles as, and do a small twirl, making the dress dance around my hips. I love this dress. The color of it compliments my milky skin, and off sets the flakes of yellow in my stormy blue eyes. My curled auburn hair tumbling down my shoulders in soft spirals, looks all the more red with the contrast in the two colors. Still though, It's too long by about an inch. Being only the small stature of five foot one, it's hard to find things that fit properly. After rushing off into the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb through my thick curls, I enter the kitchen to find something for breakfast. A wrapper tied off with a white ribbon catches my eye. I march over to it and read the package. Seattle Grocers Bakery. Cream Cheese Danish. "Oh... That sound good..." I whisper to myself, checking the nutrition facts. Thankfully it isn't too bad as they used all the toppings in reduced fat and sugar. Pulling the ribbon off and dropping the pastry into my hand, I sink my teeth into it, mumbling an "Mmm," as the sweet cream ravishes my taste buds. The taste was so heavenly that I couldn't help how fast it disappeared into tiny little crumbs in my palm. Brushing them off into the trash can, I go to the fridge and pour a glass of chocolate soy milk into a glass and down it to clench my thirst. Running back up the steps, I grab my gold, giant sequined, tote bag for school before coming back down to the living room, just as my mum emerges from the kitchen.
"Abigail are you ready to leave?" She asks, grabbing her keys, all dressed up in her pin straight, black, dress suit, gold curls tied into a tight bun.
"Yes, Mum. I'm ready." We then walk out into the garage and sit down in her black Lancer Evolution. As the garage door opens, my mum starts the car and slowly back out into the road and begins driving.
"So how is rehearsal going lately?" My mum asks, not taking her eyes off the road.
"It's really great mum! I've got the lead roll!"
"Oh? And when were you going to tell me and your father this?" She says with a half smile.
"Well... I don't know. I just forgot to I guess. Anyway, I'm playing a girl named Jacqueline Antoinette. She's a 19 year old girl dying of cancer in the early 1840s in France. Her and boy by the name of Thomas Beaumont fall in love though despite the circumstances, but a year after they marry, she dies and he stays around taking care of their twins, Emelia and Alice." I explain thoughtfully.
"Oh how depressingly happy that is! She's dying, but in love, and gone, but with two major pieces of her left in her wake." My mum says pulling into the car loop at my school, Seattle High School. "Anyway, have a good day today. Oh! And do you have rehearsal later?"
"Yes I do. The play is a month and a half so. You have a good day too mother. Bye bye." I say before stepping out and closing the door, waving her off.
Walking into the main building of the school, I rush over to the area that me and my friends, Gabriella and Cheyenne always meet at. Catching site of the two identical twins dark black hair and skinny frames, I sneak through the crowd of people and poke them both in the back of the head. I snicker lightly as they whirl around to face me with matching grins.
"Hey Abby!" They say in unison.
"Hey, what's up homies?" I say while pretending to pose like a 'G'.
"Nothing really. We're waiting for you to show us that song that you told us is so great yesterday." Says Alice.
"Oh! Yeah! It's called Inner Universe by Origa." (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIVgSuuUTwQ it's a really pretty song! Girl sings WAY to awesomely!) I say as I go through my bag for my iPod. Grabbing the pink device, I scroll through my songs until I come up on it and hand them the ear phones. I hit play and stand waiting to see what they think. After a moment they both start to hum to the song, and faintly singing the lyrics they recognize, as the song is in some other language.
"That was really pretty!" Gabriella comments as the song ends, Alice nodding in agreement.
"Yeah, it's the opening theme to the anime show Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex. Just the full song instead of a cut of it."
"Since when are you an anime nerd Aaaaaabby?" They question, wiggling their eyebrows at me.
"Since foreeeeever!" I say and poke my tongue out, scrunching my nose up.
"Goof ball." Alice says and points accusingly at me.
It never seizes to surprise me just how alike they are in personality and in looks. Being they are identical twins you'd think they'd at least set themselves apart slightly. Both of them keep their long, black, hair down to their mid-back, styled to have bangs that cross over their right eye, stopping just below their high cheek bones. Speaking of their eyes, they each have the same sparkling, hazel color, and are shaped like large almonds alway outlined in dark ebony eyeliner, giving them an exotic appeal. Their skin has a gorgeous, natural, tan being they are both Philippians. And to add the cherry on top, each of their frames are skinny and tall, making them appear to be beach bunnies, so all they have to do is one little shake of their hips and the boys go bonkers. Their personality is just as beautiful as they are on the outside. Alice is slightly more outgoing than Gabriella, but Gabby is more talkative when she breaks out of her shell. Laughing. They both do a lot of that. Everything to them is hilarious. Yesterday they saw a large bug sitting on the window outside of class, and they both started cracking up because its legs "Look like really tiny Link-n-logs,".
The bell resonates through the halls and the mass of people standing around chatting suddenly disperses. Here at school I notice that the number of people that dress like surfers is immensely less than in Florida, where everyone is always at the beach catching some waves. Instead the number of skaters is doubled, and the number of people that just dress casually seems to be lower too. Fashion is a bigger thing here than it was in Arcadia. It's not until Alice starts snapping her fingers in front of my face that I stop analyzing the diversity of people around me.
"Huh?"
"We said good bye space Brit." says Gabby with small laugh.
"Oh. Ha. Right. Bye. Oh! I have rehearsal today so I can't hang out later." I reply with a glare at Gabby for calling me a Brit.
"Alright. Well um... Tomorrow we were thinking that we could have a sort of sleep over girl night type of thing. That means we get to do your make-up Miss Abigail." Alice says matter-of-factly.
"Oh fine! Do my flippin' make-up. I know you guys have dying to do it." I say as I roll my eyes at their insistence.
"Sweet! See you in last period!" They say getting all giddy like they always are.
"Sure thing. Good bye tards." I say quickly and walk off laughing as they call me an ass while I walk away to class.
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