-1Chapter One
- Part one-
The sun beat down, breaking through the barrier of clouds that had become very common these cold winter days. It served as a ray of hope. Hope for what? I couldn't say I knew. Hope that these awfully mundane days would give way, and maybe spring would make me blossom into a new person, and the world would bend to my will! Optimism can be quite annoying on that level, can't it? Though hope was all I held that day, it had to be because of the sun. That magical orb of light. It was the magic, fascinating and beautiful.
Then of course there's that pessimism, the sun did not gain energy from magic, but from science. And thoughts just like those were what cause my science teacher to hate me. He never exactly said he hated me, nor was he specifically mean. He was in fact, overly nice, but I could almost sense that he wasn't being friendly, not really. He was tolerating me, yes, and he was doing his job. But I could almost feel the hate radiating from him. It was nauseating sometimes. It was also welcoming, at least I would know the truth.
I sighed and leaned against the rough brick wall of the school building of which I will not claim as mine. It was not a school one would claim if they weren't a delinquent or attracted to those kind. Unfortunately for myself, I happened to have on of those school time crushes, it was slightly impossible not to, every girl did, and as much as I deny it, I'm not an exception. It just so happens, I'm kind of the girl everyone goes far away from, even these "hardened thugs". Worst of all, I guess I let them think that was ok, by not responding, and just lifting my head up to the sky and drifting to far off places.
Speak of the devil, I thought as I saw my very crush walk down the school path, obviously just out of detention. He must have been on his way home. Luckily, I lived too far away to walk, and had to wait for my mom to pick me up. I watched Gregory slightly as he walked, taking in the form of his broad shoulders, and lean body. Hair that changed color nearly every week, and was currently a strange white, not as attractive as the pink. He some how pulled it off. So he was, blatantly, hot, dirty boy hot. Which is quite why he was out of my league.
So I may not have been ugly. I wasn't too short, too tall, height problems didn't plague me, neither did weight problems. I had a nice shape, a dancer's build, but I only danced when I was alone. Part of my low profile. Ok, so I'd like to be known for something other than being different . Like I had a neon sign saying: " STAY AWAY" attached to my forehead, everyone I came in contact to was uncomfortable, and seemed to strain to be around me. Even my own mom, she tried not to come too close to me, tried not to talk to me, all while maintaining that perfect mom reputation with all of her friends. Not to say she was a bad mother, she was nice, and she fed me, clothed me well, even tried to make conversation every now and then. We were just too different. I should get around to asking if I was adopted. I'm afraid to answer really would be yes.
As for the rest of me, I was plain, at first glace. And all I got was a first glance, " Don't look her in the eye, she'll freeze you" kinda glance at that. My hair was bouncy, and lively, so yellow like the sun, it almost shined. Which was nice, I liked it, no one else seemed to. My mom thought it needed to be cut, remarks formed in whispers I could hear said I should dye it. Blonde was so out. For these hardcore color coded hairs, red, blue, pink, black. Blonde was too Barbie. Who needed their opinions? Every normal child, and while I tried not to be normal and tried to ignore it, tried to keep myself over confident so they wouldn't notice I was lonely. I didn't like to be alone. No matter how close I got, I'd always be alone.
So, they leaves my eyes. My problem. I never looked anyone in the eye, and for once was quite glad they didn't give me a second glance. I was happy to have bouncy hair that strived to move over my face. I had one green eye, with a tiny pupil, it was a beautiful green I admit. Very pretty, but it was over powered by a pure black eye. It just vibrated off my ivory white skin and other light features. I knew people noticed, and I knew they wondered. I didn't know what they thought.
" Rosalind, honey!" my mom called brightly from her car, waving at me, " Come on, dear!"
I walked over to the car, throwing my book bag first through the window and letting it fall onto the floorboard, then I climbed in, " Where were you?" I asked curiously. We didn't talk much, but if I asked a question she at least answered. That was nice enough.
" I was shopping with some friends," she said offhand as we drove off onto the roads, " I just kind of lost track of time. But just wait till you see what I got you! I just know you'll love it. A friend of mine suggested it for you." she glanced over at me self consciously, " Before you ask which friend, not it's not a boyfriend, or one you have met. He's kind of- oh what's the word I'm looking for? She inquired, like I should know. So I thought of a word to help her.
" Umm… secretive?" I asked with an upraised eyebrow. A man. Secretive. With my mom. That's nice. Now the only question left was, if he were the one who had suggested the special gift for me, he had to know me. Or know something of me. My mom knew little of me, and I didn't supposed she'd be talking to me to her super secret friends. I guess anything was possible, still though, the fact remained she didn't know what I liked. Neither did I. So that was fine, I'd be grateful for the gift, I knew.
" Well, thanks mom," I looked out the window at the trees buzzing by, a blur of green, and than a shock of vibrant blue in the clearings. We lived a way out in the country, which is why it was too far to walk to my house. It was a nice place at least, wooden and polished, well kept. I did most of the gardening, keeping the flowers nice and watered, and I enjoyed it. The flowers didn't cower from me, they flourished under my care, even on these cold winter days. I loved them for that, I could talk to them for hours, ten to each petal separately if I had to.
" Rosalind, you know your birthday Is coming up. You will be seventeen, won't you?" my mom asked, shattering a peaceful silence I had come upon. It took her a few times of repeating what she had said to bring me out of my place, way up in the sky where I got lost and out of breath, exhilarated in the thought of flight up there. With wings. My greatest dream.
" Oh!" I had almost forgotten that, growing older didn't please me, so I never looked forward to it. Maybe if I ignored the days and months, they wouldn't come. But ignoring thing didn't make them stop.
" I think… I might know just what to get you too," my mom tentatively said, " But you'll have to wait to know what that is, I have to arrange things, talk to people, and… just think of the best way to approach this," she was acting slightly strange. Something was going on.
" That's great mom. But don't go out of your way for anything, you know me," not really, but she knew enough not to use this phrase right now, " I don't like big things, just get me pretty flowers, and I'm happy," I smiled at her and met her startled gaze for a second, then she quickly snapped her neck back to the road, " Mom, I just don't want you troubling yourself."
" It won't be any trouble! It was be quite easy…" mom tapped the steering wheel nervously, glancing at me from time to time when she didn't think I would notice. She must've thought I was off again, but I was around more often than she realized, " It's something that had to be done…" she muttered, though she must have thought wrongly again that I couldn't hear that low tone she used.
Ok, that's it… I'm splitting up the chapters cause they're long and I'm retyping them from my computer, so I don't wanna retype it all, and you don't wanna read it lol.
