Sam loved being out here at night. It was so peaceful. Quiet, except for the sounds of the natural world around her. Dappled moonlight filtered in from the trees above, only leaving outlines and dark shadows beneath the canopy of leaves, but adding to the mystery and myth in the everyday world.
Sam shivered beneath her blanket. As she reached down to check the time on her phone, the porch swing moved and creaked. The chain connecting it to the house was old and dusted with rust, but it fit with the character of the house. The whole place was rundown and out of use. Sam liked the isolation. It helped her think on her day, her plans for the future, the boy she thought was cute that day, and sometimes nothing, she would just sit there, enjoying the forest from this rundown swing, on this rundown porch at this rundown house.
It was 7:53, Sam should get home soon or her mother will be worried about her. It's not like anything could happen here, This place was as quiet as ever. Nothing went on in Beacon Hills. Sam started on her way home, slipping her ear buds in to quiet out her thoughts. As the music blocks out all other sound with the mystic, ancient music, she lets her imagination transform the landscape. She is no longer walking home in a simple shadowed forest, she is in an enchanted land, on a quest to return to her homeland with secret knowledge that can save her family.
She allowed this fantasy to play out in her head as she walks toward her home. As she nears her it she notices a recurring shadow. It was large and unidentifiable Her imagination overlay retracts. She takes out his earbuds and calls out.
"Hello?" she called out, her heart rate began to pick up. She could feel the sweat on her palms.
There's never been anyone out here before. Why would there be now? Sam shook her head, trying to shake loose some fear, and continued on. Though, there was a slight hop in her step hurrying her on. She murmured to herself that there no one was out there and that she was going to be fine.
She made it home safe and sound. Sam wasn't sure what to make of that 'shadow, but she wasn't about to let it ruin her night. Her senior year was starting soon and she had to put the last touches on her summer essay since she didn't want to make a bad first impression in her english class.
Sam checked in on her mother, Rose, she was almost always in her room watching television. It was her escape. Sam couldn't blame her for it. Rose had injured her back when Sam was only a few months old.
Sam found her in bed, as usual, eyes glazed while watching television.
"Hey Mom, I'm home," she said softly.
Sam's mother looked over, her expression bland, but midly positive. Rose shifted to face her daughter.
"Hello dear," Roses voice thick with her pain medication. Sam smiles back softly and replies.
"Anything i can get you Momma?"
"Oh, no dear, It's fine," Rose replies before turning back to her shows.
Sam can never talk to her mother when she is like this. The only times she is fully lucid is when she is working with the flowers. Rose's grandparents opened a plant nursery when they were young and it's been in the family ever since. As Rose only deals tends to the flowers, that leaves all the other work to Sam and several other employees.
She didn't mind the work. Sam found plants fascinating and constantly looked up information online. She made a hobby out of taking care of exotic plants. She had some rare specimens in her own section of the greenhouse. She didn't really take school very seriously and wasn't planning on going to college. She was content with the working at the flower shop for the rest of her life. Maybe she'd go on a trip or something when she was older, but for now she'd stick to the flower shop.
AN: Hello everybody, I'm testing the waters to see if there is any interest for me to continue on with this story, please leave a review so I know people want me to continue. Thank you for reading and be sure to have a fine day.
