I had just turned sixteen when I found that I was unequivocally in love with myself. It was factual, substantial, and after going through my memory banks I also found that it was destiny. I was born and I will die by myself. I never had a brother or a sister and the dogs I had grown up with grew senile and were put into a never-ending sleep. And what was wrong of loving myself anyways? I wouldn't want to ever give my hand to anyone in a union, I needed my hand. And what if the one who possessed my hand were to take and early death? Buried with my hand? I didn't think so.
My grandfather had laughed at me when I had told him of never wanting to be married off due to my undying love for myself. Narcissist, he called me. But I didn't love myself for my looks. If anything, I would've despised myself for my looks. I was average what with my foreign looks and unruly hair that always managed to mangle itself into tangled webs of mud. Maybe he was looking for conceited? Grandfather never was the brightest when it comes to words, old age tends to do that to you. Regardless, I stayed quiet and walked off to my room for the remainder of that day.
That had been nearly a year ago. Almost exactly a year ago in fact. In this entire year so much has happened that I wouldn't be able to retell it in my admirable way of making it interesting. It was a rather boorish amount to retell and life goes on with me as Petri. Just Petri. The Summers part of me got lost on the ghastly ship ride out of the long states, but life goes on as I have already said.
“Pete.”
“Tree.” I muttered rolling in my bed only to peek for a small moment before closing my eyes once again. “It's Petri.”
Cerb gave me a look. I never really understood his looks in all my time of knowing him, all I knew is if he wasn't nodding it wasn't good and if he wasn't furrowing his brows it wasn't terribly bad. Cerb was what I considered of boy of nineteen yet a man of a billion. He was cold and kept to himself most of the day, rarely talked unless he wanted to scold you or request something of you, and I've never gotten requests before.
Obviously I was going to get scolded. Again. And by the way his eye squinted down on me I could tell it wasn't a particularly nice scolding.
“A birdie told me you skipped out on cooking today as well.”
A birdie told him. And if my hunch was correct, which it was, this birdie he's talking about is Elm. You see, Elm was what most people called a massive snitch. I'm not so mean however, I have a much better term for Elm.
Fucking owl of a bitch.
Elm was a bit younger than me, she'll be turning sixteen in a few months if I remember correctly. She tends to sneak up on you without a sound, almost as if she's teleporting from place to place. Small chin-length mess of blonde hair always hid her eyes which is why it always shocks me when I turn and see her beady eyes locked on me.
“You can tell the owl I had it covered.” I mumbled under my breath turning to the side and seeing Cerb moving across the dressing room. The girl's sleeping dorms as he had referred to it when I first came to.
“You still skipped your duties.”
“You ate something didn't you?”
Cerb sat down n the foot of my bed, not looking at me but certainly thinking about what he was going to tell me. He was so fatherly towards everyone despite not being much older than most of us.
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Mongadol Alley
Teen FictionI'm Petri. Not Petri Summers anymore, just Petri. And while many will laugh at me for my immense love for myself, I am what has gotten me to where I am, I don't need anyone to tell me otherwise.