Mary's P.O.V
I trudged through arrivals, lugging my bag in one hand and my phone in the other. Brrr. London's weather was no joke. I yanked my cardigan tighter—who even put this on me?—and scanned the crowd for Mom. There she was, waving like crazy.
I forced a smile. Just get me home.
Mom hugged me tight. "Sweetie, you look freezing! Get in the car."
In the car, Mom chatted about the weather and my flight. I zoned out, staring at the grey skies.
"How was Dubai?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Hot. Normal."
Mom laughed. "Glad you're back in London, eh? Heard you got promoted to a higher class?"
I hummed. It's too rude, right? She's just trying to make conversation, I thought.
"Mom, I'm tired, okay? Just get me home," I said, emphasizing the word home so she would understand.
"Okay, baby," she replied, focusing back on the road.
I slept through most of the ride. I was so tired I could barely feel my head.
I woke up when the car stopped. Blurred London streets turned into our driveway. Ugh… home.
Mom looked at me. "You okay?"
I stretched. "Yeah."
I grabbed my bag and stepped out. The cold hit me instantly. Inside, I dropped my things in the hall and looked around.
"Woah, your house is beautiful," I said.
"It's your house now, you know," Mom replied with an awkward laugh. Yeah… that sounded weird.
"Go down the hallway. The third door to your left is yours. Your sister's is opposite, mine is the first."
"So what are the other rooms for?" I asked.
"Umm… you know, for visitors. Go freshen up and come down for lunch."
The room was big. Woah.
I looked at myself in the mirror—a pale-skinned girl, tall, black hair… Coming here was a mistake, I just can't prove it.
I changed into a simple plain blue gown for what I already knew would be a gruesome lunch.
"Was about to call you!" Mom's voice rang out. "Maya, come help with the table. Mary, grab the juice from the fridge."
Mom's actually a great cook. She made roast chicken with potatoes, veggies, and juice 🥤. Sigh… guess I gotta eat.
"Mom, I don't like veggies," Maya complained.
"Just eat, Maya. I know you like it," I said, huffing slightly.
She scoffed. "Are you talking to me? Mom, let's just get this over with. Why did you ask for her to come back? I don't see any reason why she's here."
"Whatever. I like veggies, so I'm starting with that," I said nonchalantly.
Maya looked at me like she wanted to strangle me. I smirked.
I know my sister hates me, but seriously, why is she acting like a bitch? Even though… I know she is.
Mom kept asking questions I didn't really care about, so I zoned out for most of the conversation.
I suddenly felt someone glaring at me. I looked up.
Ha. Maya.
"So… how's school?" I tried to start a conversation. Keyword: tried.
She just stared at me like I was a ghost.
Yeah… I'm done.
I quietly excused myself and left the table.