Your name is Micheal Hawthorn and you seem to be lost in your own mind again. What exactly about, who know? You have a sister and parents who you love dearly. You are an old and tender spirit, at least that's what people who haven't spent much time around you think. You mainly keep to yourself and while others like you, they don't really know you. Your have fair skin and hair and are usually wearing a t-shirt and slightly form-fitting jeans, suffice to say your not harsh on the eyes.

What people don't seem to notice from your kind demeanor is that you are a skeptic and subtle manipulator with a heavy dosage of paranoia and inclination to go overboard, especially in defense of yourself and those close to you. You may or may not see subtle threats in likely benign things. You keep this side of yourself veiled under more likable qualities.

Ah, now you remember what you were thinking of, your dreams. You can't recall much detail but smears of purple and bodiless voices from far away. You wanted to scream you were so repulsed but you couldn't get away and they also intrigued you. You lie awake but decide to look outside your window. You see the silver light of the moon reflecting the outside of your neighborhood full of nice cookie cutter houses with many small well-kept lawns and various trees. Funnily enough, you live on Scarlet Haw road similar to your namesake, there are a few of these trees in your neighborhood but more common are the purple leaf plums, beautiful and deep in color they're everywhere in your neighborhood, You love them and right now they're in full bloom.

It's a little early, not yet the beginning of spring, a couple days away from it and your birthday. It is March 18th and in two days spring will officially start and you will turn fifteen. You're not sure how you feel about that.

Be The Girl

That is unspecific there are a lot of girls. But you will accept your role as this particular girl who is nineteen and in the middle of college. It is morning but luckily you don't have to get up for another hour.

What is Your Name?

Who the fuck wants to know? You're not complying with all seeing dipshits.

Your not quite sure what's going through your head but you'll figure it out later. Your feeling so jumbled up lately, a nagging sensation that appears doesn't go away, you decide to go for a morning run since going outside usually helps. Oh god relief, as soon as you reach the bottom floor of your dorm and open the door a beautiful gust of wind hits you. Ah, clarity.

You remember your dreams of gold and clouds with the oddest images on them. You see yourself and some friends. But they're all in weird places and carrying odd things. You see yourself running through tall trees; yellow, red, and orange shivering slightly from the wind that's blowing around the falling leaves. Your boyfriend is crying out in despair about something and is next to your brother? … Who is carrying a staff? Ok then.

You're so curious about what's going on. But that's not important you guess. They're just stupid dreams, right? You decide to let it go, haha not. When have you ever just let something go? Ah, you not really into psychology or over analyzing things but it's something to do. You're doing good in all your classes and having fun hanging out with friends but another little distraction is plenty welcome.

Be The Boyfriend

Sure, you are now the boyfriend.

Your name is Connor Bradley and you're someone's boyfriend. You're thinking of your girlfriend and hoping to see her soon. You guys live little more than an hour's drive away and usually can't see each other on weekdays but make sure to visit every weekend. You enjoy a wide variety of music from classic rock to blues. You even run a radio show a couple days a week for a few hours at your college. You can't wait to see your girlfriend, but you know she's going to visit her brother for his birthday.

You'll go with her back home you decide as you live only twenty minutes away when you're both at home. You'll visit your family and see her. You can't wait to see her bright blue eyes and her brother is a good kid so you might visit at their house for a little while. It's nice that her family is inviting or else things could become awkward. You've never had to deal with an overprotective father or older brother. Though you know her father could take you out if you hurt her. In fact, her whole family could do a number on you but other than her little brother's joking they've never felt the need to say it. At least you've still got a couple inches on her brother.

You wonder why they like you. You mean you're a nice guy and all but it's not quite what you expected. though people sometimes say you're a calming influence. You're easy to joke around with and make people feel at ease. It's surely not true but the thought is nice. You know you think you might text her later. And ask if that's ok, you're sure it is but you don't want to overstep your bounds.

You're grateful nothing big has ever gotten between you. People seemed to give you the benefit of the doubt. You obviously would never hurt her or do anything to lose her. You never realized some things might come off badly or rude. But love was love you guess, and a few ups and downs never did any permanent damage. You couldn't live without her. Her thin blond hair and sweet smile; she was smart and beautiful and understood you. Interested in some of the same goofy and geeky things like your shared love of fantasy and music. God, you are lucky.

Author's Note

I hope if you're reading this you enjoy the story and continue to check up on it. I'm hoping to continue it for a while and get better at writing. Also, any advice is appreciated as well as someone who would who could read my story and give me some feedback. A Beta reader to be specific would be quite helpful to bounce ideas off of and restructure my writing before I post it.