(Usually when I have story ideas, if one interests me enough, I'll hop straight onto powerpoint presentation and start mindmappping. I had the idea for The PlaceBo Effect a few weeks ago. After making a powerpoint presentation and designing some characters using the draw tool, I decided to make a rough draft for the story. I'm currently procrastinating on my main writing project lmao .-.
Can you guess what the story will be about? )
Chapter One
Ever since Simmi and Timmi were young, their mother had told them stories about how she was a psychic, who would see visions of the future. She couldn’t control them, or ask them to come, but when they came, she understood what they were and so she listened to them. She told them she always kept them to herself until one day she met a man who she felt comfortable sharing anything with.
On the weekends, Simmi and Timmi would stay at their father’s house with his girlfriend, Jet.
He would tell them stories about the past too. He told them that he was once a great warlock, who practiced dark magic. He said their mother never really truly understood him and although she understood that there was magic, she could never understand what he would do with it.
Simmi and Timmi would love to hear these stories until they got older. None of the other kids believed in magic and didn’t want to hear their stories. The twins thought their parents were spinning them to believe stories like the tooth fairy.
As the time went on both parents spoke to Simmi and Timmi less about their days as a witch and a warlock. The sisters soon forgot who their parents once were.
Simmi and Timmi had turned eighteen then, they had graduated from high school and had been accepted into the university they had both wanted to go to.
Timmi would be majoring in music technology and Simmi would be majoring in art and design. The pair had drifted apart in those years, after agreeing once again that they had nothing in common.
Timmi was bossy and dominant. She knew how to get her way. Even though Timmi was the younger twin, If Simmi was there then she had to be doing what Timmi had said, or that was how Timmi saw it.
Though Simmi saw things differently and she had her own dream. She had these hunches and was very intuitive. She saw the world differently and she wanted to contribute back the good that came to her. As the twins were raised together, Simmi began to believe that Timmi only knew how to take.
They saw each other every day, it was unavoidable considering they lived in the same house. Simmi stayed civil and made friendly conversations in front of their mother, not always understanding what the war was for. Timmi would often try to save face by replying, but she would often sound bitter and snarky in return.
Their mother assumed that Timmi was going through something. Perhaps it was a phase that she would grow out of. She didn’t notice any loneliness in the girls and they both appeared happy and focused on their start at university.
Timmi was different at her father’s house, where she did not need to play pretend. Timmi got on far better with her father, who was quick to sift out Simmi’s fake civilities. He demanded openness and honesty, and he didn’t want his girls learning how to be actresses. No, they had to be honest.
“Aw, well just tell Simmi how you feel Timmi,” their father egged them on one day in his living room.
“I just think it’s crap you could even say I only care about myself Simmi, of course I care about you, I’m your twin after all.” Timmi had told Simmi.
Simmi had looked up at Timmi, who towered above Simmi as she sat on the sofa. Jet was waiting by the living room door and made eye contact with Simmi. Jet had a caring nature like Simmi, and her presence was comforting. Sometimes Simmi felt she was betraying her mum by liking Jet, but it was hard not to like Jet.
“You don’t act like you care,” Simmi had responded feeling in her every right to say the words she said.
“Well, I can’t see how I do, you say I’m bossy but I’m only giving you advice,” Timmi continued.
“Advice? Well, I don’t want your constant advice, Timmi. I’m nothing like you nor dad,” Simmi moaned, and that was enough for dad, who sent the girls to their separate rooms.
The girls continued to drift further apart. They had begun studying at the same university but had never spoken once on the school grounds.
Simmi had found her own friends. Ari, Plato, and Theo.
Ari was a dark-haired young woman with blue eyes, who was medium height. Her hair draped down to her waist and she wore flowery bangles. Ari was known to have a constant smile, she studied art and design in Simmi’s class and besides art she loved to be in nature or anywhere where flowers laid. She always made sculptures in art class and she was often quiet, listening to music through her headphones and only taking them out on occasion to compliment Simmi's sketches.
Plato was taller than most people and he had developed a strong build after spending his evenings at the gym. Besides his body, Plato was known for his golden blonde hair which glowed in the sunlight, and his brooding brown eyes. Plato had taught Simmi that it was wrong to try to read a book by its cover, because Plato was nothing as he seemed. He studied art and design too, but he studied in the classroom beside hers. He was fond of photography and the girls hardly saw him until they entered the canteen for lunch. He would usually wait for them at the table closest to the window.
Theo was an unlikely addition to the group. He looked like most other young adults did, he had beautiful mousy brown hair and always wore stylish glasses. He had joined the group one day after noting the empty seats on their table. Theo studied computer science and he had no artistic talents. He enjoyed viewing art, but he had no idea what to do with a pencil, even his handwriting was bad.
Some months after the groups had formed in university, Simmi and Timmi bumped into one another in the university hallway for the first time.
It had become easier for them to avoid each other since beginning university. They had stopped eating dinner with their mother, using coursework as an excuse and they had stopped staying at their father’s home as they were busy with work.
Timmi was unrecognizable in the university hallway. Her hair was matt black and draped back into a high ponytail. It no longer matched Simmi’s natural dark brunette hair. She had studs of colourful jewels up and down her ears and a gem in her nose. She was dressed in all black and grinned ear to ear as she walked through the halls with her friends. Duke, Tris, and Ruff Ian.
Duke had become Timmi’s boyfriend fast. He looked nothing like most of the other university students. He had bleached white hair and had funny shaped teeth, they weren't overly unattractive but they weren't enterily straight. He was dressed in baggy black jeans and old sneakers. He wore a tight black shirt which fit tight on the muscles he had. Like Plato, Duke also worked out at the gym. Duke was a sports science major who was never outspoken. His mind raced at one hundred miles per minute, and he always had something to say. Timmi was completely and blindly in love with him.
Tris was Duke’s best friend. He studied sports science also, in the same class as Duke. He was tall with short dreadlocks and dressed in all black just like the other friends did. After spending some time with Timmi and Ruff in the music sector, Duke had become a good music producer. He was also a good cook and besides the time he spent being active and making music, he spent with his family and Duke.
Everyone called her Ruff, but she insisted on being called Ruff Ian. She was a self-proclaimed ruffian and she wanted everyone to know. She only found it fitting that her first name was Ruff, but like Ruth and her surname was Ian. Ruff studied music and she thought it was destiny that the four of them had met. She said the day she met them she had felt forcefields pulling them towards each other.
Timmi and Simmi locked eyes with each other in the hallway.
Timmi snarled her face and then turned to look at her boyfriend Duke. Simmi rolled her eyes and shoved her hands in her pockets. They walked straight past each other, and the animosity lingered in the corridor, from soldiers on the battlefield.
