Eva Scott was an extraordinary 17 year old girl. That was what her counselor said. Her school mates called her ‘weird’. Her brown hair hung down to the waist, uncut because Eva didn’t bother to. She looked much better with her hair tied, but it was lucky if Eva bothered enough to brush her hair. Wearing the shirt that she found under her bed, Eva was sitting in front of her notebook, trying to figure something out.
“Evangeline- have you seen my cashmere?’
That was Emily. For your information, Eva is not short for Evangeline. Eva was born Eva Scott, but Emily loved those fancy names. Not only fancy names, but fancy everything. She had her cheerleader audition in a month and was practicing almost every day – although it was closer to choosing clothes and the cheap make ups.
“Stop calling me with such stupid name, Emily.”
“The name’s Emilia.”
Emily shot back, sulked.
“If I don’t make the team, it’s all your fault. I mean, no matter how I look, no matter how I try, who’d want to be a team with a kid whose sister is the school’s weirdo?”
Eva snorted.
“Emily, you are Emily Scott, not Elizabeth Caspian, not Rihanna Pulet, not Emilia whatever-last-name-you-created-this-time, not any of those stupid names you give yourself. If you don’t make it, it’s not because your sister lives her life as who she is, but because your one dollar blonde hair dye looks ridiculous, you spend your weekend at Forever 21 buying that stupid clothes that makes you look like a whore who doesn’t even know that red and hot pink is just overdoing everything, while making up that stupid names.”
Emily’s face burned.
“You’d better shut up or I’ll tell mama about what you have said. What are you doing anyway? You have been online for almost whole day I thought your Otaku innate has finally broken out.”
Emily approached, but Eva quickly closed her laptop, allowing Emily to read only the words, “Dream”.
Red-faced, Eva yelled, “Don’t you dare!” pushed Emily, making her fall to the floor. Emily, now also red with rage, pulled Eva’s hair, and soon the Scotts’ was filled with screams, pouncing, and cries, until Mrs. Scott ran up to her elder daughter’s room and pulled them apart.
“Girls! What’s wrong with you! You girls are sisters, not a pack of cats, in case you seem to forget.”
Mrs. Scott pulled girls’ hands, bringing them to her heart.
“Don’t you remember how close you were as little girls, playing together, sleeping together…”
Mrs. Scott pleaded at her two girls, looking through their eyes.
“Uhmm? Don’t you remember?”
Eva and Emily pulled their hands out, answering simultaneously.
“No.”
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(probably) prologue for my final project
Despite what it looks like, it is a fantasy.
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