When I was little, I had a sister and her name was Mika. We were everything alike, and not quite. We both had pale skin and lithe bodies, but while I had pale hair and silver eyes, she had blond hair and bright blue eyes. While to everyone, I was the little freak show that looked like I wasn't real even though I was classified as perfect, they treated her like she was perfect enough to be called human. They couldn't get enough of us. Enough of her. They were rumors that they had thought a sort of sibling rivalry would begin between us because of people's opinion on us, but that was impossible. Mika was the light in my life. Through all the socializing and stares, she was always so bubbly and happy, making me feel more human than anyone could. She was also quite naive and a bit dumb I think but it didn't matter cause I would protect her. Yes. It had felt mildly intoxicating. I, Crassius Aurelius, who had been pampered and fed all his life and couldn't even care for a goldfish for

It was dark, Mommy always liked it dark.Vanessa hid somewhere in the closet, because hiding under the bed was too obvious and the lighthouse was big enough to have many of it anyway.She kept praying that Mommy would get tired after the first three closets, that Mommy would want to rest for a while so she could run out.She had no idea how long it took anyway. The closet was slowly losing oxygen and she wasn't breathing properly anymore. The urge for her to run out and gasp for air strong but she held it down.Finally, after a while, she heard nothing, then there was a snoring sound, like Mommy had slept off. Slowly, she walked out of the closet, making sure she was careful as she tiptoed out but then her fear heightened at the darkness of the house and she began to run.She didn't care how fast and noisy she was. She didn't care if Mommy heard her from above. All that mattered was she would be outside and the game would end.Her heart rose as she saw the door, a small happy squeal l

Hours after I've had ten cotton candies, two boxes of popcorns, three ice cream cones and one hotdog, I wasn't sure how I was still walking. I was trailing behind Caramel though I'm next to Cream, my hands on my stomach as I say "If I go on one more ride, I'm definitely puking my guts out" "Glad you learned your lesson" Cream's words has me looking up at him a I snap "Well, why didn't you stop me?" He looks at me and though his face still has no emotions, the poker look has me feeling stupid as he says "Would you have let me?" I open my mouth, nothing eventually leaving my lips before I clamp it shut, muttering under my breath and turning forward. Caramel is still bouncing from one booth to another, his face so impassive that it reminds me of the time I decided to go on a bumper ride. Mel hadn't wanted that but I did, so he agreed. I later found out why. Turns out little Pumpkin doesn't like hitting other people which is literally the whole point of a bumper car "Isn't he going

After the whole amusement park thing, we spent our Sunday with us going jogging for about an hour (it's surprisingly compulsory) and then spend the night listening to Doc play the piano.It's also been a week since Chocolate last spoke to me, not that I'm complaining, not that I'm hating on him, no, his life wasn't my business.Did it hurt? No, of course not, I didn't care.Besides, there was Caramel who for some reason was always with me, and there were times when he was, that Strawberry would just join us sitting with a book in his hand.Not that it ever ended nicely because he would find some stain on my nose and flick it off while I see a spider on his book and throw it to a corner, but whatever it was, Caramel was always there to sperate us without us butting our heads.Cream was with me too, sometimes. There was this one time I was eating chocolate pudding, courtesy of Chocolate who wanted to show his appreciation of Hailey, his stuffed animal and I got a smudge at the corner of

I had impulses, and I fed them. It was really as simple as that, but I knew sometimes it was a bit of a headache when I did what I wanted.The aftermath of my impulses.As Vanilla runs out of the gym, the first urge I have is to laugh, because I thought it was rather funny, the look on her face, but then I realize that Coach Ace is staring daggers at me though I know he wouldn't dare touch me and then, well, half the school is looking as well.And then there's an angry Strawberry who would dare hurt me.He just walks to me, he doesn't stomp like he usually does. His eyes are sending me death glares but he gives his hand out to me.I take it as he helps me stand before he drags me out of the gym. I follow him. I know I shouldn't say anything, not yet, but when we're in the guys locker room and he's throwing me to the wall, I laugh "Did you see the look on her—?"He punches me. This time, I know this isn't just his usual murderous rage that I am for some reason always attracted to.This