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Sunlight filtered through the large, slightly pink tinted, window against the mosaic wall. The blue, green, and purple walls shimmered in the light, which also looked slightly pink. The walls had been decorated in mosaics since I was able to say the word mosaic. Every summer flower in my room released a beautiful odor and pollen, which caused me to sneeze awake. After several more sneezes, the fit finally slowed down.
"Alvarie, are you feeling okay?" my mom called up to me, her voice genuinely concerned. Despite my love of flowers and the abundance of them in my room, I'd never been able to eradicate my hay fever.
After pausing for several seconds, making sure I was done sneezing, I told her that I was perfectly fine. "Stupid hay fever," I murmured.
Small taps at my window alerted me of someone's presence, someone I hadn't seen since two winters prior to this summer. He'd be very surprised at my amazing change in looks and personality. Well, I still looked a little like I did, but now I was much more mature looking.
After debating whether I should let him in or not (he did ignore me for over two years), I cracked the window a little. My voice was enraged as I spoke, not daring to let him see me cry. "What do you want, Frostbite?" I snarled through my teeth, remembering the pain.
The pale boy shrugged, an apologetic look gracing his face. If the pain wasn't burning in my chest as we spoke, it might've softened me. However, even after two years, the hurt and anguish made my blood boil beneath my perfectly (and naturally) tanned skin. His eyes looked up to meet mine, and I felt an urge to punch him from where he stood. Somehow, I resisted.
"Uh, the others have missed you, Pixie. Jamie and Sophie-"
I cut him off, fully aware of how rude it was. With my tan hand held up, I looked official and so not like me. Usually I was the most cheerful, bright-eyes little girl a person would ever meet. But with him standing in front of me, I'd lost all my cheeriness that he was very familiar with. "You are not allowed to call me Pixie anymore. My name is Alvarie."
He stared at me in utter shock. I'd never used a tone even remotely similar to that one in my entire life, or at least for as long as I could remember. My first memories were of the days my parents finished all the legal adoption rights and were signing papers. I was four years old when someone finally adopted me. All other potential parents said I was too perfect, almost inhuman. However, my parents wanted exactly that.
"Alvarie, Jamie and Sophie have really missed seeing you around. And the other kids… I think they miss you almost as much." His frosty blue eyes held mine, as if he was mentally begging for forgiveness.
I was still heated up by past times, so I closed the window and shut the blinds. Slowly, I leaned against the wall and slid to the ground. Sobs shook my entire body and made it difficult for me to breathe properly. My nose burned from the tears in the back of my throat. All my pain came pouring out in those many, not to mention long, minutes. I lost track of time as sobs overtook my whole body.
Finally, after what I estimated to be half an hour, the crying slowed intensely. There was a soft knock at my immaculately carved wooden door. My mom walked in, carrying a tray of spritz cookies and chocolate milk. She set the tray on my desk after pushing my school stuff to the side. She didn't know how much it hurt; she and my dad went straight from high school sweethearts to a married couple, leaving out the details in between.
"Hey, Alvarie, you okay?" she asked, sitting on the ground next to me. "Thinking about him again?"
I nodded my head, still gasping for breath. "Sorta. It still hurts."
My mom slipped her arm over my shoulders and let me lean against her. Her warmth enveloped my, causing the fire of anger to cool down and warming my frozen heart. It was amazing how someone had such amazing effects on someone else. Even if she wasn't my real mother, this was the closest I'd ever get in my life.
After several minutes of comfortable silence, I stood and walked over to the tray of cookies. I grabbed one with bright red sugar on the "petals" and pink sugar in the middle. My mom had always been able to decorate things in absolute perfection, letting me help sometimes.
"I have to get ready for work now. Be careful, okay, Pixie?" my mom asked me, not really expecting much more than a nod. That was all I could give her, considering I had a mouthful of cookie. She gave me a quick kiss on my forehead before heading off. "Love you."
"Love you, too."