Everything about you is how I'd wanna be

Your freedom comes naturally

Everything about you resonates happiness

Now I won't settle for less

Give me all the peace and joy in your mind

Everything about you pains my envying

Your soul can't hate anything

Everything about you is so easy to love

They're watching you from above

Give me all the peace and joy in your mind

I want the peace and joy in your mind

Give me the peace and joy in your mind

Everything about you resonates happiness

Now I won't settle for less

Give me all the peace and joy in your mind

I want the peace and joy in your mind

Give me the peace and joy in your mind

The feeling of everything is falling is haunting me for a long time now.

I am confused. Nobody had ever asked me about my feelings. Everybody only thinks about themselves. How to survive is the smallest problem for them. They all want to be the best; they all want to be among the others, the poor creatures with no purpose in this life.

There was so much to think about. So much to live through. I should have lost myself along the way. And I'm going all the way to the promised happiness. Maybe without myself. My real self. But I know who I am.

I am a human.

Maybe the only one in this strange and unknown world.

But I am.

The sun was up already, when I opened my eyes to face the day again. I felt the gentle touch of the bed sheets. I saw the snowy glow bursting through the window.

Snowy glow?

I jumped out of my warm bed and sprang towards the window. There was snow everywhere. The cars, the trees, the grass, the buildings were covered in white snow blanket. The view was so incredible, that for a moment I thought that I'm still sleeping.

I was praying for a snow day announcement, while I was brushing my teeth and picking my clothes. I turned on the music and the sound of a familiar melody calmed me down, as it always does.

The arrows of my clock were pointing 8a.m. when I turned the TV on.

I was listening carefully to the calm voice of the newscaster. He was talking about some kind of mysterious disappearance of people in Europe. I was combing my hair. They were like bristles, the same every morning. Though, I loved the color of it. The snowy glow did it's magic. My hair color was like dark mahogany, no sign of the brown that was there just yesterday.

'And for the joy of students' in England – snow day today.' The newscaster smiled kindly.

I was jumping up and down from excitement. My cell started ringing from all the messages. 'Free day today, Ana, let's meet'. I bet all of the messages were like this. I turned the volume of my iPod up and started dancing with the comb in my hands as the microphone.

'I want it now, I want it now…' my voice echoed in the room.

When the song ended, I jumped into my old jeans and warm sweater. I took the cell from the bed and walked out of the room. I was thinking about my friends, while wandering around the house, my footsteps were light, as the music started again.

As I guessed, all of the messages contained the same meaning – free day, want to meet. I typed a couple of people that I'm staying home today, helping mum with the laundry and stuff. I was lying.

I have never had a mother. At least, I don't remember her. I don't remember my father either. Until the age of ten, I was living with my older brother. He was twenty, when he and his girlfriend died in a car crash. They were my only family. Five years later, I am living all alone in a huge house, lying everybody that I have a mother, that my father abandoned us, that I'm the only child. And everybody believes me. I am working on the internet shop, so I got money for living. Still, I love my life. I have friends; they are like family to me. My grades are good, I have enough money, and I am free from parental control. What more could a fifteen-year-old girl want?

I decided to invite Sarah for a sleepover. It was Saturday tomorrow, so we can be up as long as we want. We could watch movies all night long.

Sarah is my best friend. I trust her. She is the only one, who knows that I don't have a family. Moreover, she's okay with it. Actually, she wants to live with me, but her mother is very harsh and over-protective. Maybe it's because she does not have a husband. Or maybe she's born with it.

I walked into the kitchen on tiptoe. I was hungry and the coffee machine was finishing the cappuccino. I took eggs and milk from the fridge for the pancakes, when the coffee machine stopped making the coffee with a loud popping sound.

'Stupid thing.' I left the pastry and walked towards the machine.

I was not quick enough. The thing let out a noise, that sounded like a bang and proceeded with the coffee making. I mumbled a couple of swear words and continued with the pancakes.

- - -

'Hey, Sarah, what's up?'

'Hi, Ana. I was just thinking about a trip to your house. I suppose you are not busy?' Sarah sounded cheerful.

'Oh, no, I called, because I wanted to ask about a sleepover at my place tonight.' I was in a good mood.

'Sure, Annie, just gonna grab a few things and I will be there. Movie night?' she asked.

'Oh yes.'

'Okay, baby, be there in a half an hour.'

'Bye.' And she hang up.

I set up on a trip around the house, leaving a perfect cleanliness in my way. The music never stopped. I love that band. Even the name is inspiring.

A strange thing caught my eye. I was standing in the middle of the living room. A little picture was lying on the mantelpiece. I have never noticed it before. I was sure, that it wasn't there before either.

I carefully took it and stared at it.

So that's how my mother and father looked like when they were alive.