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Whatever Happened To My Hand

I wake up to the sounds of my sisters screaming at each other in the living room.

They're fighting, again. Hope this time it isn't about a man.

"You're such a jealous bitch! You had to tell him I had a plastic surgery? " Gina accuses her sister.

"But you told him about my eyelashes first!" Racheal roars back.

"I didn't you stupid! That was Lyndia. Besides, who can't tell your eyelashes are fake by simply looking at them?" Gina fires at Racheal.

I hear Rachel's heavy footsteps as she lunges for her sister. "I'll kill you!" There is more screaming as the tussle begins.

It's a fight for the handsome Dean. And not even the winner gets to have him. Only a day spent in a new school and all girls are obsessed with him.

I ignore the sounds of chaos and stroll to the tinny bathroom attached to my room. The girls below smash and toss things as the battle each other and I hear the sound of every move. Their fight is quite intense!

"You're going to kill each other, idiots! Stop it!" Mother attempts to quech the fight. But the sounds of blows persists.

I dry myself and step back into my room to dress while listening to the chick match downstairs. Who cares if they end up hurt, they both deserve it.

"I'll kill you! You awful, ugly thing!" Racheal yells.

I hear footsteps running on hard floor towards the direction of the kitchen.

"Don't you dare take your fight in there!" Goes Mother's panicked voice. Her footsteps are much slower as she goes after her waring daughters. Now the sounds resonates clattering of metal and glass shattering.

"Put that down Gina! Please, put it down!" Mother sounds to be begging.

"I'm going to burn her face off! Don't you dare stop me, mother! You know it's what she deserves!" Gina snarls, panting. Sounds like it is getting really ugly. Someone needs to stop them. I dress faster.

"Gina! Put. That. Down!" I hear a deeper, masculine voice commanding. Yeah, Mr. Milestone is finally awake.

There is a faint clang like something metallic connecting with the floor. It sounds more like it has been lowered down than being dropped.

"I can't believe you! You're always siding with her!" Gina wails.

"You were both fighting, no one is siding with anyone. Now go back to your rooms and get ready for school, we will talk about this when you come back." Mr.Milestone orders and I hear footsteps leaving the kitchen area. I just hope I'll still find my breakfast safe.

As always, I ascertain that my glasses are in my backpack before heading out. Only mother lingers around the living room by the time I finish descending the stairs. She doesn't speak to me and I know better not to try talking when she is this upset.

I enter the kitchen and I'm honesty perplexed by the mess the fighters left behind. It's like they fought with everything that was on the way.

A pan half full of hot cooking oil and a few french flies in the bottom sets on the path to the fringe. The pan is on the floor but the oil inside is still hot. Now I see what Gina was being ordered to put down. She did put it down, yes, but on the floor? Spoiled idiot! And who on earth takes hot oil from the gas cooker so as to burn their own sister with it? It's a cowardly act!

I skip over the mess on the floor to get to the hot pan. Too bad I don't get to see the wet bar of soap on the floor before I step on it the slithery floor around it.

Both my feet give out and my hand goes flailing as I try to take control of the forward fall. I manage to put my hands in front of me to catch myself instead of clashing my face against the floor.

There is a splashing sound when my right hand goes through a thick liquid before my palm connects with something metallic. I don't think that is the floor.

I'm not hurt from the fall so I turn my head to see what my right palm landed on. Horror of all horrors greets my eyes. It takes sometime for my mind to process what my eyes were actually witnessing. But even after waiting several seconds nothing about the facts of the situation change.

I keep gaping at my right hand. It is immersed deep into the hot cooking oil and my palm rests on the surface of the pan. Yet that isn't the strange thing that has left me perplexed.

Apart from not feeling the heat or pain, the part of my hand in contact with the hot oil has turned into a glimmering, golden metal. Am I dreaming?

I still feel the hand through, as if the metal part works with the rest of my body like normal, human flesh. The metal part resembles my hand in every way, like an identical but metallic duplicate.

I slowly withdraw the hand from the oil. The metal part quickly turns back into flesh. I sit back, dazzled. Did that really happen? It isn't a dream and there is no science that can explain it.

"Did you lack somewhere else to sit?" Mother snaps from behind. I did hear her coming, but my mind is working slow right now.

I pull myself up and pick up the pan by the handle. I place it on the kitchen counter.

"Did you hear your sisters fighting?" Mother asks. I know she wants to release her frustrations by insulting me. I better get the out of here.

"No, I was probably a sleep." I say picking two apples from the fringe.

"You were asleep at 6:40 am?" She asks in a sharper tone.

"I was tired." I answer and hurry out.

I mull over what had happened to my hand in that hot pan as I tread on the pedestrian trail. I'm not lucky to have my own car or a parent who would let me ride with them.

I think I'm the only student who has to foot everyday to get education. No one has ever stopped to offer me a ride and that is because of the infamous reputation my family seems happy to nurture.

Dean's exquisite, sports car passes by me and I'm reminded of what took place in the school cafeteria yesterday. That jerk!

I suddenly remember I had forgot to put on my glasses. I hastily dig them out of my backpack and put them on.

Dean's car has just pulled up ahead and the gorgeous man inside is staring at me through the side mirror. There is no way he would have seen my eyes, unless his sight is just as powerful as mine. We have the same weird eye colours, there is a possibility that he too can see more.

Since I don't want another confrontation with him, I slow my pace so he will have drove off by the time I get close. The car still patiently sits there with him now checking something on his smartphone. I can't see what it is he looking at through. My eyes can see through tainted windows but not very clearly.

I'll have to bypass him or get late for school. I keep walking and reach the car. I see him put away the phone and gaze at me through the open side window. I pretend not to see him.

"Hello, beautiful! I was wondering if you would like a ride?" His voice his husky and I can't help feeling a bit flattered. But I know better.

No one ever offers me a free ride. And I don't look attractive in any way. I'm in my buggy clothes and they do a good job of hiding every curve.

"No thanks, my feet will manage." I decline and keep walking.

"You know you're the ugliest of them I have ever seen!" I hear him yell at me but I keep going.

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