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Chapter two
Differences

Cathleen's POV
(A/N what, wondering who is this one too??? He he he, just be patient and notice the details :)

I put some more lipstick on my perfect pink lips. And smiled to the hottie in the mirror. Then I collapsed on the bed and reread the words on the piece of paper.
The instructions.
I already knew them by heart, but it never hurt to recheck. I put the stubborn lock of hair back behind the ear and it slipped again making me repeat the same move.
I hated that I had to cut my hair so short (it was just above the shoulder and it used to cover my whole back!)... But then again... Dorian knew better. I sighed heavily as I watched the piece of paper transform into ashes...
Good thing the Californian sun was one of the hottest, I won't get too bored with the sun bathes and things... and my honey blonde hair looked lovely in the right light...
besides, I heard that European girls were considered exotic and I was HOT. I had the perfect body and the perfect face. And I had the perfect mind.
Dang...
I lied on my back just contemplating my perfection... sweet thing.
I got in England a few days ago and had all the information I needed... and now I was heading to a small town Californian high school.

I got out from the hotel room and with the most perfect purse, designed by me, I headed to the airport. I had sent my luggage yesterday so I was free of it.
"Miss, miss..." I heard someone call, but I didn't give it any attention. "Miss, can you please give me some change... I'm really hungry..."
I had to turn now to glare at the owner of that small and childish voice, just to make sure it didn't have any dirt on the hand with which he caught me by the folds of my dress.
I sighed relieved as I realized she (it was a girl) had her fingers clean.
"What sweetie?" I asked lowering my head.
"I'm hungry..." she sniffled a few times. Tears trickling on her face. "Can you give me something... you just look so kind..."
Yeah, I know. I know I have this talent too. Aren't I perfect?
The little sad girl put her other hand on my dress, for more drama effects, I assumed.
I pushed her and she fell down.
"You idiot!"
I hissed. Her other hand was dirty! UGH.
"You just stained my dress! Idiotic child!" I almost yelled, glaring at that obnoxious insistent little brat.
I was so angry, I felt like burning her alive.
"Now be gone! Before I do something bad to you!" I exclaimed, making her cringe. I turned and saw that an old woman was staring unbelievingly at me.
"What?" I asked menacingly. She looked away.
"That's what I thought..." I said lowly.
I knew my blue eyes could blaze with inner fire when I was pissed off.
'Just calm down, Cathy... you don't want to stress yourself out...' I soothed myself and then smiled again.
As I was walking enjoying the sun I saw a small freckled girl with her mommy sucking a candy. I smiled to her and slowed down to stroke her cheek.
While continuing my way I heard her mother saying, "What a nice young woman, isn't she, Dee?"
Of course I am. I smiled to myself and contemplated the possibility of making the extremely serious man in black waiting at a door to pop his eyes and say something nice to me...

Denny's POV

I glared at the two moving away backs. My brother and Leslie were walking together to school. Though I could pretend that WE were walking. But since they didn't notice the fact that I stopped after I hit an idiot rock and almost killed my toes... it would be naïve to think they wanted me there. It was the third day of school with Keaton, and though I was infinitely happy he was back. I was also pretty upset with the fact that he and Leslie were building a relation ship that was developing fast into something much more than friendship.
I watched as they soon disappeared after the corner.
Perfect.
I sat on the ground not caring about my jeans and shutting my eyes, grimacing at the pain. One good thing about my school was that it didn't have a uniform.
My foot hurt like hell. I got it out from the black sneaker and threw the latter on the ground close to me. I moved my toe... at least it was alive. I moved it some more, but it hurt so I groaned.
I was going to be late. And I would have to limp ALONE to school, walking normally was out of question, it hurt too much.