The Dreamer, the Observer, the Wise, the Liar, the Lover, and the Hater.

I stared past the window and into the outside world. There they were, the ten Evan sisters. Some blonde, some brunette, and some black haired. There was Dolly the dreamer, Sandra the realistic, Georgina the observer, Alexandria the outgoing, Willow the wise, Clarice the comedian, Cindy the liar, Miria the honest, Loix the lover, and Nadia the hater.

Dolly wrote in her yellow colored notebook, her hopes, her dreams. Sandra frowned as she saw, or rather, believed she saw the ignorance in which Dolly lived in. Georgina stared past the birds and into their nests, how they would feed their newborns, while Alexandria talked, no--- flirted, with her next door neighbor, twirling her long black hair. Willow sat in the corner of their colorless square house, talking to her younger sister, Clarice, while she only ignored her making witty remarks about Willow's advice. Cindy was trying to convince her mother about the fact that she had broken her glass window, her tall mother only nodding, while Miria convinced her father otherwise. And lastly, Loix, in the backyard garden, making love to her enemy, while Nadia fought with hers.

I felt like God as I watched them, like I had control over them. Like somehow, I wasn't part of the world that they lived in. I lived in a whole other world, with other beliefs, plants, animals, and most importantly, people.

Sometimes I would walk past them in the hallway, sometimes we would even talk, but I knew I was never meant to be part of their group. While they would talk about birds, I would think about birds, oceans, and trees. They could never think more than one thing at a time, while I could think a million. I was a whole different species, yet , I was the same. I was all of them at once, Dolly the dreamer, Sandra the realistic, Georgina the observer, Alexandria the outgoing, Willow the wise, Clarice the comedian, Cindy the liar, Miria the honest, Loix the lover, and Nadia the hater.

In the end, their beliefs hung on thread, while mine were carved on iron. Their ideas manipulated and their actions planned. But they were all that I've ever wanted and not wanted to be. They were human.