Satan Worshippers

ENTRY ONE:

Hi, my name is Gothica. Weird name, I know. It represents a 'gothic' personality. Your thoughts might be somewhere near. "Pfttt!" Yea, well, same here. Although its MY name, something that represents ME - I'm not really fond of it, for obvious reasons. But my sister - twin sister, does not think that. She thinks I'm crazy. She thinks that this name rocks. Tell it to the judge. She only likes it because her image goes with the name! Most twins have the honor of having a different name, even if their face is the same - but, sadly, even my name has been stolen by my sister...

Let me explain. My parents are, weird as this may sound, Satan worshippers. Slaves of the Devil. People - no, <I>parents</I> who <B>approve</B> of bad, evil, anger, revolt, misfortune, sin, blah - you get the picture. So, near the time of our birth, they were in trouble - my parents, that is. My parents were in trouble. BIG trouble. The entire load was on daddy, here. What with a pregnant wife (expecting twins), trying to get off the streets to a swanky little apartment, trying to get off crack and other drugs, in search of a reliable, consistent job with good enough pay to support a family of five (Dad, mom, Satan Jr., Me, and twinie, here), money to send Satan Jr. to school, and trying to find items and stuff that twins require right after their birth, it would seem to a normal person that daddy was doomed.

But, somehow, he managed to survive, along with us. Till this day, I dont know how he did it - or what he did for this matter, but he did. End of Topic.

Anyways, so just an hour before me and Gothica were delivered, the ''''''mighty'''''' (note the number of apostraphes) Satan, himself, ordered a sacrifice on behalf of a good future for the twins, and a prosperous marriage. So, obviously, either me, or Gothica, had to be sacrificed. Mom was terrified. Therefore, they chose to name both me, and twinie here - Gothica. Obviousely, their thoughts were somewhat like, 'After one daughter is sacrificed, with the same name and face, as the other, we'll be left with one of them - minimum hurt. We'll get to see the SAME face everyday, and get to call the same NAME too.' Actually, i think these are more of dad's thoughts then moms. By the way, this was decided right AFTER we were delivered.

Now about Satan Jr.; I hate calling him that. So, I call him 'Stan'. Take out an A, you know, spruce his name up a bit. He appreciates it. He told me he feels uncomfortable when referred to as 'Satan m'boy" or "Satan Jr! Dinners ready!" He's quite a gothic, himself. He's also a drug-dealer. Surprised? Well, mom and dad were on the scales of...thrilled. They offered a 12-hour sacrifice, thanking Satan for such a responsible and admirable boy. 12-hours. I didn't get lunch OR dinner, that day. Stan said sorry to me. I told him it happens. He's a pretty good brother, aside from being a good son. He beats up boys who dump us, who take advantage of us, and who are simply too stubborn to admit they like us. By 'us' Im refering to me and Gothica. Ha! <i>Me and Gothica!</i> See the irony in that? No? I don't either. Most people do, and think its their job to point it out. Stan also helps me with my homework. He helps me take care of <i>teachers</i>. The principle has no clue, really.

Now, moving on - my twin sister - Gothica. We both share the same name, physical features and identity, but so what? We dont share the same dreams, hopes, attributes, and our personalities are totally different. Gothica is, as many twins are, my opposite. She likes to torment boys she has a fancy towards, which I think is a freakishly disturbing way to show them she <i>cares</i>. She has no shame - she almost dresses with as little as she can and - in her room, at night - she sleeps naked. I get chills just thinking about that creepo. Unlike me and Stan, we both sisters aren't really tight. We try to avoid each other as much as possible. We interact very rarely. On occasions, on which we have to, we just...do. But thats just a one-time thing. Later, its me and Stan, infront of the tv, and its Gothica, and the food, infront of the refridgerator, yelling where the milk carton is, although on closer discovery, it was right under her nose. And if you tell that to her, she'd reply, "So who looks under their noses, not I!" Oh, and I'm thirteen years old, if you're wondering. Stan is 17. Mom is pregnant. AGAIN! Big Whoop. I should have mentioned that earlier, but it didnt cross my mind until now. Their planning to call it either Demona, or Emona - for a girl, and Emostilastix for a ... uh ... boy. Demona = DEMONa and EMONA = EMOna. Moms name is Claudia - creepy, owner-of-spooky-haunted-house kinda name, if you ask me. Dads is Draco - totally vampiree. Just telling you stuff that cross my mind here. Well, I hope thats enough background information.
Putrid gasp,
Gothica.