I'm unlike any other girl in my neighbourhood. I'm even unlike my own sister, Susan, even if we are family. I was always the quiet one, the lonely one, and the smart one. Okay, scratch that "smart" bit. Me and my sister are the smartest teenagers at Porkbelly Tech. My interests are like my sister: science, technology, and ...*sigh* ...Gil Nexdor. But I have something that couldn't match Susan's interest: creating stories and art. I took advanced Literature classes at the Institution and passed, though barely. The truth is... I never have time to create anything on my own. My mind can make up all kind of stories, featuring princesses, cowboys, even talking appliances, but where am I? I'm always stuck in a big metal laboratory, surrounded by inventions that nearly destroyed the town, multiple times, thanks to my care-free little brother, Johnny.
Even my appearance isn't like my family. I always curl my scarlet-red hair into a swirl, kind of like a cinnamon roll, and I always clip it together with a crescent moon barrette. The moon also appears on my creamy-yellow t-shirt, smack in the middle of my rib cage. I guess also prefer to wear baggy blue pants, rather than a mini-skirt, which is what Susan wears regularly. I wish I could name myself a different, because Mary Test doesn't suit me at all. If I can rename myself, I could be Moon, Thorn, or Violet, just not Mary. But that's my name, don't wear it out. Sometimes, I stay up until late in the night, in my bedroom, listening to my sister snoring, admiring the moon and stars, shining bright outside, out in the never-ending navy-blue sky, from outside my window, thinking to myself.
It was early in the morning, about seven. I silently got up from my mattress, and placed my glasses on my face. I stared out the window, and I just woke up long enough to see the moon settling below the city's buildings. It was so beautiful, and I knew nobody on this planet could've moved the moon, if they tried to. I placed on my sapphire earrings I carved out of a jewel mine from school, and pinned them to my ears. They sparkled into the final moonlight of the night as I proceeded to dressing myself and traveled down the staircase for my day.
I was turning a sprocket with my five-eighth wrench, as Susan was welding the metal together, on our newest invention, the Attention-Attractor A57. It simulates the brain-waves of the target to manipulate his/her short attention span. To put it in short terms, we can make someone look wherever or at whatever we want. Why can't we just make something else to get Gil's attention, like a dress, maybe? I just shrugged my shoulders, and continued onto my work. A few minutes later, my little brother, and his canine friend, came bursting into the lab, as I broke my hand on the machine from fright.
"WHAT THE F--?! Johnny, could you let us know when you're running in here?" I yelled, as I felt my now-injured hand.
"My bad," Johnny replied, then turned to Susan. "Anyway, I need a thingie that can turn one thing into another."
"You mean, a Transmogrifier?" I asked.
"Whatever."
Susan just finished her welding and lifted her helmet. "Ha! We didn't even make one, and if we did, we wouldn't give it to you!"
"Oh, really?"
"Really?"
"Let's just call it curtains for this, Sue, and make Johnny a Transmogrifier." I suggested, and Susan gave me a death glare. If looks could kill, I'd be dead by now. Her face is telling me to shut up, or die.
"How about no?" She finally replied. "I've been working on this since I was little, so - -!" SINCE SHE WAS LITTLE?! Are you joking? I'm not allowed to do my own things, but YOU ARE?! My face was turning scarlet, as it was matching my hair.
"YOU'VE been working on it!?" I shouted. "If that's true, then why I helping you?"
"Because I asked you to, you idiot!" Susan shouted back. Our eyes were meeting, with anger and jealousy (me.) "I never get to do things on my own!"
"Neither do I, but you don't hear me whining about it, do you?"
"That's because all you want to do is write stupid stories!"
"What's wrong with that?"
"I believe in true fact! I believe in history, not the supernatural and fantasies, like you! Quit being such a child!"
"I'm not going to argue about this. I'm leaving!"
"FINE!" was all I heard from Susan, when I turned to face the door from the lab, and walked towards it. I tripped as soon as I reached the door and slipped on some spilled chemicals and landed in a capsule, on my head. I felt a goose bump, from where I hit my head, heard the door lock on its own, and looked around. The inside of the capsule was familiar, it was the capsule we used to materializer our failed inventions, and the massive machine was charging.
Wait... WHAT??!
"MARY!!" Susan was yelling on the other side of the door, using all her might to open the door. "MARY!!"
"QUIT SAYING MY NAME!!" I shouted, at the top of my lungs. "SHUT IT DOWN!!"
"WE CAN'T! THE PROCESS HAS BEGUN!" I placed my hand over my heart, in shock and despair. I was going to die, and my little fight with Susan, was the last thing that I ever will do. At my despise, a orange light was forming above me.
"Mary," Susan placed her hand on the glass window of the door, her eyes full of tears and sorrow. I placed my hand on hers, and cried too. "I'm sorry." I smiled, and nodded, and shut my eyes. I hoped for the worst, and felt tears falling from my cheek.
"I'm sorry, too." I felt an intense burst of electricity, and vanished from Earth...
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Susan was looking through the Materializer door, clear, salty drops, falling from her eyes, for she just saw her own sister, being vanished from existence. Johnny and Dukey placed each hand on each shoulder, comforting the crying teenager, ash she continued to sob.
"Mary..." She said, through huge amounts of sobs. "...What have I done?"