A/N: This is probably the shortest thing I've written, but I think you guys will like it. Love ya!
~Princess
John woke up on the balcony of his house, slowly opening his eyes. He rubbed his head where he had fallen. As the bespectacled boy glancedat the strange, oily rivers below him, he noticed colours mixing. Glancing up, the sky that greeted him was beautiful, a swirling canvas of darkest greens, blues, and purples. What he had originally taken for stars began moving gently, like they were dancing. Fireflies.
Rose opened the door to her house to find a wash of soft, white light rushing over everything. The smell hit her next. It smelled like rain, but sweeter. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw clouds that seemed metallic and shimmery, pouring down rain in similarly shimmery droves. The water at the shore of her little island glittered like handfuls of glass. Rose sat on the edge of her island, feet dipped in the water, relaxing.
Jade blinked a few times, at first thinking that something was wrong with her vision. She closed her eyes, rubbing them, when they snapped back open. She rushed to her window. A blanket of white drifted slowly down, coating everything in a soft layer of white. As she rushed downstairs and out the door, she giggled. Every winter, she'd dreamed of such an occurance. Jade leapt our into the whiteness, laughing and smiling and giggling. She'd always wanted to see snow.
Dave opened his eyes, terrified, at first thinking that the redness of his irises had suddenly spread to his pupils. He sat up, looking around. The heat was a little more than he was used to, but what surprised him most was the churning, boiling, bubbling lava. He flipped out on the inside, but (of course) kept his stoic face on. He stared into the lava, mesmerised by the moving colors. The oranges, reds, and yellows swirled, taking forms Dave had never seen before. He sat on the edge of the giant record, taking some time to be enchanted by the lava.
