User blog:LillyDaNinja/Cooler Than Me: Isis' outlook on Ebony (Government's Fright Expansion)

 If I could write you a song And make you fall in love I would already have you up under my arm.

“Ebony!” I called, but she ignored me completely. Or rather she glared at me and turned away again. There was none of the familial love between us, rather a feud- Ebony hadn’t wanted to live with my mother, and we both privately wish she had never moved in and that we could have remained blissfully unaware of each other.

 I used up all of my tricks, I hope that you like this.

“I made you a cake!” I would say every day on her birthday- I always did, in my yearly failed attempt to get her to notice me. The cake, my mother admitted, was always magnificent, and she made dessert for a five star hotel, so she would know; I’d always leave the kitchen feeling immensely proud of myself.

 But you probably won't. You think you're cooler than me.

Then all pride would be stripped away when she snatched the cake away from me without even a thank you. Then again, my cousin is still a jerk towards me, even more so than before. She’s so fickle, when she’s in the other workers’ company she’s an angel towards me- when we’re alone, she’s…

…A complete git.

You got designer shades, Just to hide your face

She wears professional clothes, doesn’t really look at people, sometimes wears shades to mask her eyes- she doesn’t look directly at people just in case they ‘burn her eyeballs’ as she used to tell me.

 And you wear them around like you're cooler than me.

And then of course, she struts around like she owns the place. Well, she does, but still, she shouldn’t be that pompous- Ministers are meant to be polite, aren’t they? And you never say "Hey" Or remember my name.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She still ignores me, whenever she can. I’ve said hey to her more times than I can count, and every time she’s never said anything back, unless I’m stood in an office. She shuns my texts, blocks my number, and sometimes rejects owls- she never replies to them anyway, so I don’t know if she ever saw them. She sometimes even looks at me and asks who the hell I am.

<p class="MsoNormal"> And it's probably cause you think you're cooler than me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She thinks she’s two cool to be seen with me, never says so but I can read her body language like she made a bloody dictionary about it. She thinks she’s the coolest person in the world, can handle everything… and is letting innocent people die at the hands of these shadow things.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I wouldn’t.

You got your high brow, Shoes on your feet

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She wears heels. I can hear her coming and often give her the same treatment, hide my face with a hat and vacate my office, hiding behind folders. Well, she deserves it, doesn’t she…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">When she raises her eyebrow she looks like she’s about to yell at you- which is often your signal to run like hell for your hearing.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I haven’t lost it yet…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I’m close.

<p class="MsoNormal"> And you wear them around Like they ain't ****.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">People comment on them to me, saying how ridiculous they look. I flinch and hide my eyes- is my cousin really wearing those darn heels again? I don’t know if I’ll ever see them off her feet. Does she sleep in them? I think she could marry them if she had the mind to.

<p class="MsoNormal"> But you don't know the way that you look, When your steps make that much noise.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I think that her footsteps could rouse the deepest of sleepers. Because she doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, she never notices how many people look at her strangely as she goes down the hallway.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Shh I got you all figured out, You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She likes the attention, the paparazzi- I think she might be doing nothing to see all the world leaders get dramatic over her. I think. If everyone’s not looking at her she feels ‘ignored’, another thing she used to say to me

<p class="MsoNormal"> Behind your make-up nobody knows who you even are Who do you think that you are?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She puts on make up like it defines her, I don’t think even she knows what she looks like under it, I think she’s afraid of not looking flawless, just in case the press come in for interviews and pictures.

<p class="MsoNormal"> If I could write you a song And make you fall in love

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I do wish familial love existed between us- that way we could get along and collaborate. She never wanted me at the ministry anyway, but there were no more candidates for the job. I’m sure she’s looking for an excuse to fire me- and if you call that love…

<p class="MsoNormal"> I would already have you up under my arm. I used up all of my tricks,

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I don’t know what to do anymore, tried every trick in the book but she’s still a complete git… maybe my cousin is simply a bad egg with a thirst for ultimate power.

<p class="MsoNormal"> I hope that you like this. But you probably won't. You think you're cooler than me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She always said, ‘I’ll always be better than you…’ I thought she was joking… but she sure does think she’s cooler than me- I’m waiting for a chance to kick her butt and make her see she’s not as wise as she believes.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I think that chance has come, today.

<p class="MsoNormal"> You got designer shades Just to hide your face

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She wears those shades, so she doesn’t have to look at me. Always has, and something tells me she always will… she needs to be taught they just make her look like a complete idiot.

<p class="MsoNormal"> And you wear them around like you're cooler than me. And you never say "Hey"

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She won’t be ignoring me anymore…I think it’s gonna have to be an inside job to make her see that we do need help.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Or remember my name. It's probably cause you think you're cooler than me. <span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Garamond","serif"">

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She’ll never ask who I am again, no more being goddamn rude to me when we’re alone, when she sees I was right. All along.

<p class="MsoNormal"> You got your high brow, Switch in your walk, And you don't even look when you pass by.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She  doesn’t look at anyone, but once I’m finished she’ll be looking apologetically at each one of us, regretting the fact that she  was wrong for once, and it’ll be us giving her the cold shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">

<p class="MsoNormal"> But you don't know the way that you look When your steps make that much noise.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She’ll stop wearing those heels because she won’t want to be noticed, won’t be so loud and proud. Maybe she’ll feel like me.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Shh. I got you all figured out, You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She wants everyone’s eyes, and that’s the only thing I’m sure won’t change. This personality is totally permanent…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">…will she try to mend it?

<p class="MsoNormal"> Behind your make-up nobody knows who you even are Who do you think that you are?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She’ll never stop wearing make-up, that bloody fashionista… nobody’ll recognise her without it- except me, and I’ll laugh at her and tell her exactly what an idiot she’s been these past months.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Cause it sure seems (cause it sure seems) You got no doubts (that you got no doubts)

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She’s sure she’s right, she has no doubts that she’s doing the wrong thing. It’s the reason behind her strut- all of it. Maybe when she’s proved wrong…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I wish.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I wish so much that she would become meek. When will that happen?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">Never.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> But we all see (we all see) You got your head in the clouds

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">We all know we need help.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">My cousin’s a bigger dreamer than the children in kindergarten…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She thinks we don’t need it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She just won’t accept that we know nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal"> If I could write you a song And make you fall in love I would already have you up under my arm.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I wish I had a better relationship with her, then maybe I could have made her see, and saved some of those witches and wizards’ lives. Not all, but some. And now I feel guilty for not opening up more.

<p class="MsoNormal"> I used up all of my tricks, I hope that you like this.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I hope that she realises she needs me, and starts to like me. I really hope, so that we can save at least some lives.

<p class="MsoNormal"> But you probably won't. You think you're cooler than me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">Who am I kidding? She never will.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I’ll face it, she hates me, that’s the way it is.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">And I hate her, just because she refuses to save lives of innocents.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I praise the Anlobe.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">I praise it.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> You got designer shades, Just to hide your face And you wear them around like you're cooler than me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">She won’t see, walking around in those shades like she’s supreme… she refuses to hear our opinions. I will hear them for her. I’m close enough.

<p class="MsoNormal"> And you never say "Hey" Or remember my name.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Garamond","serif"">But as for us, best to accept we’ll never get along.

<p class="MsoNormal"> It's probably cause you think you're cooler than me.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Song written by Mike Posner. Enjoyed it? Please tell me so!

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