SORRy. You see...I'm not the best of writers...heh.
She looked up with her big caramel eyes, watching her mother's reaction to the ivory letter.
"Mom?" she asked after the silence grew to painful to indore. "Momma, why do you look so sad? I didn't do anything bad. I swear. Don't cry," the girl grew worried as she saw tears roll down her mothers rosy cheeks. Those beautiful dear eyes grew darker, and hatred seemed to flood through them.
"No, Juni. You did nothing wrong. You've been a good girl, and I'm proud of that," her mother put up a soft smile, but her eyes and voice told a different tale. A tale sadder then the saddest song. Sadder then even the soft colors Juni held in her hand.
"Then why are you crying, Mom?"
Two Hours Before POV of Juni
I couldn't help but sigh when I saw the scribbled note on the door.
Hey, Juni. Sorry, I gotta...ummm, work overtime. So. I'll be home at 5. I HOPE YOU'LL MISS ME!
Love, your wonderful mother- Mikan.
Oh, Mom. She worked so hard ever since Dad died. Sometimes I wish I could help, but what could a 13 year old like me do?
So I took the mail and went inside, ignoring the fancy ivory envelope that was addressed to me.
I ran down the hall, full of picture frames that held tiny pieces of memories. I knew all the pictures by heart, especially the one with the two children sitting under a flowering tree. I knew that picture best of all, since I had looked at it in amazement a million times.
Under the tree sat a girl in pig-tails with a wide smile, very similar to the one she shines today. Her eyes were wide, like a deer's caught in headlights. Next to her sat a boy with a mischievous smile. He had fluffy-looking midnight hair, and blood-red eyes that seemed to tell a story.
It was hard to believe that those two children were my parents. So care-free, and happy, it just fills you up with happiness just looking at them. There were other pictures, too. Pictures of different people that Momma has told me all about. There was a girl with short hair and creepy, purple eyes.
There was also a boy with navy hair and a star tattoo under his eyes, and a girl with dull carmine hair was smiling next to him. Mom told me they were her friends at an old boarding school she used to go to as a kid. Tsubasa and Misaki were the boy and girl in that picture, and Hotaru was the creepy-eyed one.
I know Hotaru, since Mom has introduced me to her once. I don't like Hotaru. Hotaru= mad scary.
But that day I didn't stop and look at the pictures that covered the walls. Instead, I ran straight to my room, searching for the leather bracelet that Dad gave to me just before he died.
And just as I expected, the bracelet was there on my desk. The glowing orange rock that was strapped to the leather cord was shining like the sunset, even though my room was dark with the blinds closed.
I didn't want my head to flood with memories, because that's not what I was searching for. But still, small pictures of smiling faces and warm glares popped up in my head. I missed Dad so much, and even though it's been a year, the pain feels as fresh as an open wound.
With great pain, I willed my thoughts to what I was searching for. At school we had to do this stupid project about what interests you most. There are three things that interest me.
The first is dreams (you know, the ones you have while you sleep?) the second is Mom and Dad's secret (Because I knew they had one) and third is this glowing rock. I mean, what rock glows with such brilliant colors even in the dark?
So I thought I would do my project on the rock, but spare my classmates the tragic memories that it brings. I never was the best at writing, so I spent the next two hours wistfully writing down big words and hoping that in the end my essay would make sense. I didn't get much done before the stone's eerie glow pulled in all of my thoughts. It was as if time stopped, but that stone's liquid honey colors still flowed around in it.
It was so pretty... and so, so sad. As if the colors themselves all shined out with the pain of the past guiding them. Like a sorrowful song, the colors screamed out in anguish. To think that I have stared at this rock so many times, and still it catches and holds my thoughts.
"Juni! I'm home!" I heard the door slam shut, and tore my gaze from the rock just in time to see Mom's smiling face in the doorway.
"Juni, you should really open the blinds in here! You look like a morbid depressed little girl sitting all alone..." she started happily, but her voice stopped and her eyes grew duller as she saw the golden rock.
Her expression quickly changed back to happy, but not fast enough to keep me from worrying.
"So, Juniko, what would you like for dinner?" her chirpy voice yelled out as she walked to the kitchen.
"...I don't know...how about some...hmmmm..." I really had no clue, as well as no appetite. "How about some grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato and peppers?"
"Sure. It'll be ready in a few minutes,"
NORMAL POV (cause as you can see, I suck at Juni's pov -.-)
But a few past. And an hour past. And by the time Juni looked at the clock by her bedside table, it read 7:39. What was her mom doing? Not one word in the past hour...now that was pretty strange.
"Mom?" she called out to see if her mother wasn't outside. Her voice echoed down the hall, and Juni heard a soft stiffled sob.
"Mom?" she yelled louder, fear starting to make way to her mind. She got up and walked slowly to the living room, where Mikan was sitting on the couch staring down with blank eyes at a fancy envelope.
Juni had seen her mother receive dozens of these envelopes over the years, but none of them seemed to make her mother as pained as this one.
All of the letters were addressed formally to Juni herself, but her mother never let her read a single one of these letters. They were from a place called "Alice Academy" and Juni vaguely remebers her parents once talk about this place.
"Mom?" she asked after the silence grew to painful to indore. "Momma, why do you look so sad? I didn't do anything bad. I swear. Don't cry," the girl grew worried as she saw tears roll down her mothers rosy cheeks. Those beautiful dear eyes grew darker, and hatred seemed to flood through them.
"No, Juni. You did nothing wrong. You've been a good girl, and I'm proud of that," her mother put up a soft smile, but her eyes and voice told a different tale. A tale sadder then the saddest song. Sadder then even the soft colors Juni held in her hand.
"Then why are you crying, Mom?"
I know what your thinking. "WTF, YOU EXPECT ME TO WRITE YOU A REVIEW AFTER YOU WASTED MY LIFE WITH THIS PEICE OF NOTHING?" Well...it would sure make my day :D
Sorry I have such suckish writing...POV confuses me...but I try my best. I will never. EVER do POV again...so no worries.