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“Adam I swear to fucking god, our train is in 30 minutes, give me my damn phone back!” Adora exclaimed, tackling her slightly older twin brother and reaching for her phone. He was significantly taller than her- although, she was still 5’10- and he held her phone just so she couldn’t reach.
Adam snickered, shoving Adora off of him and running inside the kitchen. The twins’ cousin, Mara, stood behind Adam, and just as he was about to turn around, snatched the phone from his fingers. Adam looked dumfounded. Mara simply stuck her tongue out at him and handed the phone back to Adora, who took it and smugly folded her arms.
“You guys are horrible to me. I’m so glad you’re leaving,” he rolled his eyes, flicking his sister in the nose and picking up her bag for her. Adora snatched it from him. God, her twin was irritating. However, as annoying as he was, it still hurt to leave him. They’d never been separated for so long before. The longest ever was at camp when they were 10, where the cabins were split up by gender. They both cried like babies that night at not sleeping in the same room, and the counsellors ended up getting so annoyed with them that they moved Adora to the boy’s bunk.
“You say that now, but I bet you tonight you’ll be crying because your little sister isn’t in the same house as you,” Adora teased him, shoving him playfully on the shoulder. Adam shoved her back harder, resulting in another one of their play fights.
“Adora, we’re gonna be late!” Mara exclaimed, pulling her cousin away from Adam. “C’mon. We gotta go say bye to Razz, she’s not coming with us.”
Adora, Adam and Mara all lived together in a small shack in the countryside of Etheria, in a little town called Arxia. They lived with their Grandma, Razz, who had taken custody of all three of them. Their parents had been tragically killed in a car accident on their way to one of Adora and Mara’s dance recitals, back when they were toddlers. The kids were heartbroken. The three of them were inseparable after that, growing up more as triplets although Mara was the twins’ cousin.
The girls had a dance background, ever since they were 3 or 4. Both of them dreamed of growing up and being on Broadway, with Adam as their casting agent. They’d had this dream forever. After graduating, both applied to the most prestigious arts college, Brightmoon Academy. The best of the best went to Brightmoon, such as Micah and Angella, the two most amazing actors in the world. Adora had always wanted to be like Angella. Adora and Mara both travelled to Brightmoon to audition, and surprisingly, both made it in. They were absolutely /thrilled/.
Attending Brightmoon meant moving to campus, and leaving Adam and Razz behind. It was hard to accept. Mara even considered denying her offer- but Razz had shouted at her for even /considering/ the idea. It had been months since them, and time for them to go. Their first day at Brightmoon was in a week, but they wanted to get settled in first, and maybe sneak in some extra practices before starting classes.
Adora walked up to her Grandma, and leaned down to hug her. She felt tears threatening to leak from her eyes. Razz was the mother figure she never had- and she was eternally grateful.
“I’m gonna miss you so much, Razz. Thank you. Make sure Adam takes care of you, okay?” She asks, kissing her Grandma on the cheek.
“Of course, Mara dearie. He makes good pies, you know.” She chuckles, brushing Adora’s hair out of her face.
“I’m Adora, Razz. You go say bye to Mara, okay? I’ll put our suitcases in the car.” Adora nodded at Mara, and picked up their suitcases, signalling to Adam to come with her. She carried the luggage outside, noticing Adam glaring daggers at her back.
“I feel you staring at me, Adam. Just admit it, you’re gonna miss m—“ she started, stopping herself when she realised he was crying. “Hey. Come here.”
Adora pulled him into a hug, and Adam burst in to tears. Adora knew Adam had separation anxiety, and a crippling fear of public transport. It was understandable, considering how their parents died. They’d both had years of therapy after that, and sometimes still attend it.
“I’m gonna be fine, Adam. I promise you. I’ve got Mara with me, and I won’t be travelling much out of campus apart from this. So stop worrying, okay?” She spoke softly, comforting her twin. Adam nodded, letting out a couple of shaky breaths.
“Promise to call me everyday?” He asked, breaking from the hug and wiping away his tears with the back of his hand.
“Duh. Me and Mara’ll be in the same room, too, so you’ll get both of us.”
Mara walked out of their house and closed the door, frowning a little, but perking up when she saw the twins.
“Were you having a Grayskull hug without me?” She gasped dramatically, and the twins giggled.
“Come here. Our last Grayskull trio hug for a while.” Adam laughed, bittersweet. The three of them hugged tightly, before Adora caught the time on her wrist.
“Shit, Mara, our train’s in 10 minutes. We gotta go.”
They all looked at each other. This was it.
“I’m so proud of you. Both of you. You’re chasing your dreams. And you’re gonna be amazing, okay?” Adam smiled, releasing the girls from the hug. They both sniffed, but walked towards the car anyways.
Adora and Mara drove off to the train station. They boarded the train, and started the new chapter of their lives.
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Catra applied the final stroke of her winged eyeliner and smirked at herself in the mirror.
“Scorpia! Look, I did it myself!” She grinned, recording the last part of her makeup tiktok. Her best friend, Scorpia, burst in, admiring her friend’s work.
“Well done, Wildcat! I’m proud of you. Are you gonna post it now?” She asked, referring to the tiktok she’d just recorded.
“Sure. I’ll make it a stream announcement. You coming on?” She asked, writing her caption. Scorpia nodded.
‘gonna b streaming sum overwatch with scorp, come join us !’
Catra had just recently started twitch streaming after getting somewhat recognised on tiktok. She had just over 1 million followers on her account, ‘catragomeow’. She started tiktok as a way to cope with her trauma. She’d downloaded the app out of boredom, but found herself getting addicted. She started to make content, and to her surprise, people actually liked it. People sympathised with her, related to her- and honestly, some of her followers made her feel more loved than her ‘mother’ ever had.
Catra had grew up in foster care, under the name ‘Catrina’. She eventually was adopted in to a home with two other people, by a horrible person named Shelia Weaver. Sheila, or ‘Shadow Weaver’ as the kids had named her, was the shittiest person alive, in Catra’s eyes. She’d hurt Catra, Catra’s foster siblings, everyone. Shadow Weaver’s abuse caused Catra and her foster siblings, Lonnie and Kyle, to shut themselves off from everyone. All through high school they never had anyone, but each other.
However, like some miracle Catra’s birth parent’s had sent from wherever in the world they were, Catra met Scorpia. Scorpia helped Catra with so much. She was the one who helped her pick her new name, so she didn’t need to deal with the panic attacks she had when someone said her birth name in a certain tone. Scorpia also helped Catra cut her hair. She said it would open a new chapter of her life, and so nobody could tug on it the way she used to. Shadow Weaver had ruined her, and Scorpia helped build her back up.
She wasn’t fully healed, but her tiktok and streams with Scorpia helped a lot. She did weekly streams, and they helped both Scorpia and Catra pay for college. They streamed video games, and sometimes played with some of their subscribers.
Catra did covers sometimes, too. Singing was a coping mechanism her therapist recommended to her. She thought it was dumb at first- but she really enjoyed it. Despite her tough persona she attempted to put on, most of her covers were Taylor Swift songs and cheesy love hits. Only her closest friends heard her sing, however. She’d recorded covers before, but never had the guts to post them. People on ‘straight tiktok’ called her embarrassing anyways, so why add to that?
Catra was slowly healing from everything. However, she wished she had a person to love. She loved Scorpia, of course, but she wouldn’t date her. Catra wanted someone she could fully be herself with, and not judge her for anything. She was working on letting herself be vulnerable. Maybe, a special someone would let her.