The obscurum

Embarassing

Chapter 1;

This was it the most embarrassing day of my life, I have officially peeked in high school, this is the worst it’s going to get my best friend Sara ‘accidentally’ screamed to the world that it was incredibly f*****g strange to have a so called family meeting in a cemetery in the middle of the night. Of which I think I already knew, but none the less she carried on hollering and somehow became pissed that she wasn’t even asked to come! My family have always been strange but this tops it, this weekend is going to be my 18th and for some reason my entire family is meeting in a cemetery to and I quote “have a chat” with me and so this is why Sara is in a hissy with me because she wasn’t invited and when I exclaimed that it was family only I thought she was gonna combust, “I’m more your family than your actual family” she said walking off in a huff as if that made her point more substantial.

I find it strange how a small 4.8ft girl can be so aggressive yet so graceful all at once, she really is entrancing and quite honestly she’s stunning too, not that I fancy her or anything but it would be hard to miss how insanely beautiful that girl is she has long wavy golden locks that fall to her waist, expressive lips and big grey eyes that you could just melt into and let’s just say there is no beating her puppy dog eyes because you. Will. Lose. Me on the other hand I am a lot rounder than Sara and have long brown curls that fly around my face, my lips are full and look like b****y inner tubes and my eyes are big, green and if you ask me look a lot like vomit in certain lightings, I’m surprised anyone has the nerve to ever look me in the eyes. Anyway I decided to try and forget about this hall way incident and try and get through my day without any more unusual stares than I normally do get.

I went to my next class which fortunately was my favourite, not because I like the actual lesson because who truly loves history but because of who I sat next to, Deacon, the hottie of the school or at least that’s what I thought anyway; he was beautiful, he had bright blue eyes, brown short waves arranged on top of his head, a strong jaw line and lips that looked completely kissable and let’s just say I have been obsessing over this boy for way longer than what seems healthy. He was debatably the best part of my day. And it’s not even like my obsession with him is totally amiss because when we talk in class I do get the feeling that there something else there, with him to. I mean I’m not one of those girls that think they can get any guy they want but hey, I’m not ugly or anything so there’s always hope.

When class ends I sit back for an extra minute to watch him stand up and walk out because his manly figure is definitely worth the wait; when I get out the class I find him waiting for someone by the door, he turns towards me and I just about die from excitement. “Hey Nixie, what’s up?” he asked “ah nothing much Dee, what about you, how you doing?” I replied. “um yeah I’m good, you know I’ve been thinking your name sounds a lot like Pixie which is funny because you really look like one too, all small and cute” he smiled. “You think I’m cute?” I stammered out quickly; ahhh Jesus it came out before I could stop It, I totally just ended the flow and now it’s gonna get all awkward for f**k sake! “Uh yeah I do you should know that by now with all the flirting I’ve been laying down for the past like 6 months ha-ha” he said. “Oh! Well, you know I didn’t really let myself think of that as flirting but…..” “anyway” he replied quickly “the reason I stopped you was to ask you if you wanted to come out with me this weekend, Saturday night at 9; we could go to the cinema or something, anything you wanted?” he said in the most delicious accent that just made my heart melt, he was still the new kid here, he came over from America which of course gave him that dreamy accent that I loved so much, but oh my gods I couldn’t believe it Deacon Miles wanted to go out with me! ME! That ended better than I thought!

Ah f**k but wait “ahh Dee I would love to but I kinda have this family thing that night, I’m so sorry,

any other time I would be totally up for though” I said annoyed “oh right yeah okay no problem, I think I heard about that actually, you have a weird cemetery thing going on right?” that was it, it has officially turned back to the most embarrassing day of my life again! “Yeah…something like that, I gotta go, see you around dee.” I practically ran down the hall “see ya later PIXIE” he called. Ordinarily I would hate someone calling me Pixie but coming from him it kinda felt nice. He really was dreamy in a nerdy ‘I’ll make love to you’ kind of way, not the ‘I’m gonna jump your bones’ kinda way, which is a nice change of pace from the boys my age.

Luckily, the day ended quickly enough and I ran out of there before Sara had the chance to pounce on me and force me to take her to the cemetery again and anyway, I had to pick my niece up from school, or at least that was my excuse. My niece Winnie looked a lot like Sara except she was taller, had short hair and unfortunately shared the same eyes as me, we were best friends and it helped that she was only 2 years younger than me so it wasn’t a massive age gap. I and she have always stuck together, we’ve always felt a little off from the rest of our family like how they seemed to radiate darkness and we just fell into the slightly grey area between good and whatever they were. I wouldn’t call them dark but there was definitely something very odd that neither I nor Winnie could understand and neither of us particularly wanted to either.

“Nix, Nix I’m here” I heard Winnie call pulling me from my odd thoughts, she clambered into the car and gave me a one handed hug “you know I hate it when you call me that, my name is Nixie NOT Nix” I said “yeah but you let me get away with it because well I’m me and you love me!” Winnie exclaimed. “Ha! Whatever you little biatch. Wana go grab a coffee before we return to hell?” I questioned hopefully using our nickname for what others may call home. “Sure it will save us half an hour of t*****e I suppose, let’s go!”After our drawn out coffee we decide to head back to hell and let’s just say the drive home sucks, we sit there just thinking about what is in store because we both know what happens daily for us when we get there, more strange looks from the corners of eyes like our entire family is waiting for one of us to open our mouths and gremlins rip their way out of us , Winnie lives with me, in fact my entire family lives with me it’s a massive house each part of the family with their own wing and it seems that none of them ever felt the urge to leave the nest unlike me who wishes every day for high school to be over so I can get the hell outta dodge, not that I could ever leave Winnie though, I would wait for her, I could never leave her with this pack of dogs, not a chance.

We open the door and go our separate ways each going to our designated wing of the house calling after each other to arrange meeting tomorrow after school and doing something more time-consuming than today. I reach the room in which my family like to congregate most in, knowing that I have to go through here to reach my room or in other words the safe zone; I take a deep breath and open the doors to the lounge gingerly walking in and looking around by the fire place and by the old mahogany arm chairs that have been polished within an inch of their lives and the posh oak book shelves that cover the dark room. No one, thank the lord, if there is one, I belt it to my room before anyone has the chance to see me.

It was always strange to me how the entire house looked like something straight out of a horror movie, with actual towers on either side of the house, I haven’t even seen the entire house that’s how large it was, there was rooms that just seemed to creepy for me to venture into that I just didn’t; my curiosity levels have always been at an all-time low, especially living with a family like mine, I mean who knows what you might find hidden in the dark corners. The entire house was suitably painted dark burgundy, grey or black and everything seemed to be from two century’s

behind our time, there are paintings all-around of a random woman which the rest of my family seem to worship, apparently one of our ancestors from 800 years ago changed the world according to my dad not that I gave two shits about a someone who has been dead for like a million years. My room on the other hand is at contrast to the rest of the house, my room is painted white with light flooding in from the windows creating an airy feeling that I loved so much, my family aren’t allowed in here, as after many conversations with them they finally agreed that I needed my own space to grow and develop properly or at least that was the crap I offered them I just didn’t want them in here killing my mojo. I had a double bed, a wardrobe, set of drawers, a dresser, and a big ol’ mirror and en-suite in my room and it was still massive; that’s what I liked, room to breathe it is greatly appreciated in this house for sure. I also have a big picture frame which includes my entire family in of which wasn’t my choice to have placed in here, my family is quite big compared to others, I’m one of 5, the last one to be correct that’s how Winnie is only 2 years younger than me she comes from the oldest; Radek, then there’s Claus, Tabby and Tris, Oh! Then me, Nixie, I truly think my parents Serena and Jim gave us these shitty names because they hate us, and want us to get bullied for the rest of our lives but what can you do I’m stuck with it now, although I have thought very hard about changing it when I finally leave this sand box of a town. I was thinking Clara, nice simple and short.