As babies, the famous Twelve Zodiac Signs are sent down to Earth, for safety, as a war in the skies took place. Fourteen years later, these twelve teens are attached by the string of fate, and end up going to the same high school together. It's ha...
"Things that people normally heal from, damage them inside . This is the price you pay when an immortal being takes on a weak, fragile, mortal vessel."
"Indeed sir, it is quite a shame..."
Sagittarius's POV
I'm sitting in the car with a bagel in my hand. My mom toasted it for me and shoved it in my hand, but not a single bite has been taken. Why you ask? Because I can't eat it.
My body won't allow me.
Some of you may be confused, and so am I actually. I don't know, this has been happening for a while, and I can't explain it. I get this sick feeling in my stomach on school days, or just days where I'm leaving home. For example, if it's the weekend, even if I don't have school, but I'm still going to a gathering or something, I can't eat breakfast. It's a weird phenomenon, but my mom never questioned it.
Maybe because I never told her, and give my breakfasts to Gemini in the mornings.
I've tried to eat, I really have, but my body doesn't allow it. I start to feel sick, and gag even. The most I can have is two small bites. After that I can't take it. Kinda makes me feel like a ghoul (If you get it, I love you.)
We pick her up every morning for school, because her parents are always working. It's easier that way for her so she doesn't have to spend money on a bus.
I guess people don't question it, because a lot of people don't have breakfast. Maybe they just figure I'm trying to lose weight because I'm a teenage girl. You know, stereotypes.
As a child, I was constantly belittled and taught my voice didn't matter. My so called friends did everything they could to embarrass me, and that included dumping a bucket of goo on my head during a play.
Maybe this added on to my already fragile mind. I also happen to be an over thinker, so that doesn't help.
"Hey, you."
I jumped a bit, slightly surprised as my mom was letting us out of the car. As I opened the door, I realized I hadn't been breathing. Did I forget again? I start trying to put my breathing pattern back in place, but it just makes me feel like I'm suffocating. Rolling my eyes, I yawn, and I can breathe again.
"Thanks mom, love you!"
Gemini didn't say anything to her, just staring as she drove off.
"What's up Gem?" I asked, fidgeting with my coat sleeves.
Gemini's eyes bore into me, glaring as if she could see my inner thoughts and soul.
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