1. Auto Play
The morning dawned pearl grey and still. If it wasn't for the school bell ringing in the distance, I would have slid back into the warm blankets covering my bed. The last thing I wanted was another day of high school to depress me even more than I already was. But, despite my body's eager pleas for the comfort of sleep, I pushed my feet to the wooden floor below.
I slowly made my way across the room to my closet, pulled the door open, and pulled out my school uniform. I plain white collared shirt with a black tie and a simple dark blue skirt. Sometimes, I wished my school would let us add to our bland uniforms.
I pulled the shirt over my head, and the skirt over my slim legs and hips. Neatly, I knotted the tie beneath the shirt's collar with ease. I walked to my dresser and pulled a pair of white knee-high socks out, and let the odd fabric cover my legs. Lastly, my simple black shoes that I found rather clunky but comfortable.
I scanned my appearance over in the full body mirror next to my dresser. Not much to look over though, seeing how everything about my appearance was plain. I never bothered to style my hair, instead letting in hang around my shoulders as it pleased, and didn't feel the need to wear make-up.
I yanked the strap of my brown bag over my shoulder and left without a sound.
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School passed by in a blur. I spent my classes in my own little world, scribbling little drawings into my notebooks where actual notes were supposed to be. I don't care much about school like I probably should. I don't know why I even bothered coming here.
My future wasn't something I was concerned about at the moment. Not because I'm only a sophomore in high school, but because I didn't see myself going anywhere.
I was putting away my books and taking the ones I needed for homework out, waiting for the final bell of the day to ring when a familiar voice reached my ears.
"Hey, Terra!"
I turned at the sound of my name. Cynthia was waving to me from a little down the hallway, her eyes eager for me to answer. I gave a small wave back. She took that as a sign to run over to me.
"Hey," she said happily. "What are you doing after school today?"
Cynthia was a cheerful girl with brown eyes and red hair that stopped at her chin. She was about as tall as me, but with an actual figure unlike my slim everything. I guess I considered her my friend. I know she considered me hers.
"Nothing." I answered.
"Great! Lets hang out after I'm done with work!"
"Sure."
She gave me a huge grin, clapping her hands together. "Awesome! I'll call you later!"
I waved her off as the last bell rang. I didn't really like hanging out with people I knew I wouldn't keep in touch with for very long after high school was over, but it wouldn't hurt to give in once in awhile.
I gathered my things before closing my locker and heading toward the front doors.
Rain was added to the dull day now. It fell in tiny drops, scattering everywhere. I sighed, mentally slapping myself for forgetting an umbrella. I tried contemplating how long the shower would last by looking at the condition of the sky. The clouds were dark grey and looming.
I sighed again.
Great. Just great.
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By the time I reached my apartment, I was soaked. My shirt was partly see-through and goose bumps were popping up on my arms and legs. I managed to keep my school bag mostly dry by hugging it to my chest, so at least I wouldn't have to worry about wet papers.
I threw the bag onto my couch and headed for the bathroom.
The hot water from the shower felt good against my cold skin. I let the feeling sink in as my mind wondered outside reality.
There was always this figure my mind would turn to when I was dealing with a day like this; A day that made me depressed for no apparent reason at all. But, the figure was never completely clear. Mostly a blur of green, purple, and black, and, no matter how hard I tried, the figure would never come into focus. I desperately wanted to know what, or who, the figure is and why I turned to it for comfort. Nevertheless, I always let visualizing the blur calm me, and bring a warm feeling of… happiness?
I wasn't completely sure. But I liked it.
Once my fingertips started to prune, I turned the water off and carefully stepped out of the tub. I grabbed a towel and squeezed the water from my hair, leaving it a damp mop on my head. I patted away the drops on my skin before wrapping the towel around my body and returning to the living room.
Cynthia didn't try to contact me yet on my cell, so I assumed she was still at work. I took the opportunity to lay down and take a quick nap. My body happily shifted itself into a comfortable position on the couch and released tension on my muscles. I felt my eyelids start to droop, until they fully covered my tired, blue eyes.
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"Terra…"
It was the voice again. The voice that made my heart skip a beat every time it spoke my name.
"Terra…"
It belonged to the figure… the one who made all of my troubles disappear.
"I love you, Terra…"
I wanted to reach the voice. I always tried to, but my body was always too numb.
"Come on, Terra…"
Why did it torture me like this? Why couldn't I answer?
"Terra…"
I don't know your name… I want to answer!
"Terra…"
Let me answer you!
"Be happy, Terra… Terra… Terra…"
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RING RING RING
I jolted awake, slightly panting, my eyes wide.
RING RING RING
My phone…
I grabbed it from my bag and flipped it open.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Terra! I just got off work."
"Oh, hi, Cynthia."
"I just have to run home and then I'll be over, okay? It's still raining so maybe we can watch movies and do homework together."
"Sure. Sounds good."
"Great! I'll see you in a bit!"
I heard a 'click' from the other line, and snapped my phone shut. I let it drop to the ground and wiped the little drops of sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
That voice… so familiar and comforting. I only hear it in my dreams, but I knew it belonged to the figure.
The green figure…
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A/N: This chapter seems kinda boring, but that's to show how Terra looks at her life. Plain.
The chapters will get better as the story moves along.
Thank you. c: