Helooooooo again this is my second story and I am about it. I know that the summery is very vague but yo will understand as the story goes on…

So here it is the first chapter of the boy with the blue hair….

Flora was sitting in her living room with her grandchildren Lily and Adam who were staying with their grandma while their parents were out shopping. 'Grandma' lily asked the elderly lady sitting on the couch. 'yes sweetie?' 'Well I was thinking... Everybody has a daddy right?' 'yes why?' flora asked.

'well I was wondering I have a daddy, Adam has a daddy, daddy has a daddy and you had a daddy. But who's mommys daddy?' she asked questioningly. 'well that is a beautiful story' flora sighed, sitting forward in her chair. She took an old photo album out from the box on the floor opening it to reveal photos from her youth. She sat back in her chair pointing at a photo on the first page. 'I can still remember him now, the boy with the blue hair...'

The boy with the blue hair

Flora was running through the fields on her way to the river.

She was in her pink dress with the lace collar and her hair was pulled back in a very tight, very painful french plait.

She was at the last field before the woods where the river was. The field was full of white daisies. There was a lone white cherry blossom tree at the edge of the field.

Flora was about to move on when something or rather someone caught her eye. He was sitting under the tree.

This bemused Flora as no one was ever in the field. She began to walk over to see who this person was.

The first thing Flora noticed was his hair. It was long and tied in a loose ponytail. It appeared to be blue.

She got to the tree and sat down next to the boy. He was drawing in a sketch pad.

He looked over at Flora. 'hello' he said confused as to why the girl had sat next to him.

'hello. Why are you here?' she questioned slightly upset as this was her favourite place to go when she needed a little alone time Away from her mother who was crazed about her being a proper lady and her two sisters so obsessed with boys it was like torture to be around them. Flora unlike her family didn't care about clothes and finding the perfect man and so on. She just liked being alone to draw and read and look after the gardens. '

Well...I just moved here from the city and I wanted to find a nice place to draw' the boy said.

'what are you drawing?' Flora asked trying to look at his work. The boy hid it behind his back. 'why can't I see?' Flora asked slightly offended. 'it's not finished' the boy sighed. 'well can I see it when it's finished?' Flora asked slightly exasperated. 'sure' the boy said smiling.

'I'm Helia by the way Helia Rose' 'Flora Watson' Flora said smiling.

'so you like art then?' Flora asked him. 'I love art and hope to be an artist someday.' Helia replied. 'do you?' he asked her. 'yes very much so but I love to write and hope to be an author someday' flora replied sighing.

Helia ripped a page out of his sketch pad and handed it to flora along with his spare pencil. 'want to draw with me?' Helia asked her. 'ok' she smiled.

The pair continued drawing and talking until sunset when they heard someone yelling. 'FLORA, FLORA' it was floras mother looking for her. 'I must go' Flora said sighing sadly. She got up but Helia grabbed her hand.

'when can I see you again?' he asked standing up quickly. 'here tomorrow at midday' flora said. 'FLORA' they heard the yell again. 'COMING' flora yelled back.

'I must go' she said putting on her shoes and hastily re-doing her hair which she had taken down due to the pain it had been causing her.

'until tomorrow' Helia said kissing her hand. Flora blushed slightly. 'FLORA!' 'goodbye' flora sighed. Running back up the field.

Well that's it for chapter 1. Chapter 2 will be longer and have more in it I promise. I will not be updating as often as id like to because unfortunately schools back thanks for reading review if you can please BYEEEEEE