15th of July.
My mind was blank. I had no idea what to write. I stared intently at the blank piece of paper that sat blandly on top of my desk. My head was in my hands, my elbows leaning on the top of the desk beside the sides of the piece of paper. The clock clicked over to 3:15. I'd been at this for hours already, trying uselessly to write down something. I grabbed the task sheet again, reading it over once more. How was I supposed to know what a Pentadactyl limb was? I'm not a freaking scientist. Looking at all of the biological terms on the sheet, I chose the most familiar one and began to write anything that fluttered into my mind. I didn't care if it was all really wrong, I just didn't care.
By the time I got half way down the page, I decided to stop. I threw the pencil down and let it roll off the table and land on the floor with a quiet "clunk." Pushing back my chair with a loud scraping noise, I huffed out a breath and headed downstairs to take my mind off the Biology assignment I was going nowhere with. When I got into the kitchen, I bounded straight to the fridge and pulled the door open. I stood there for a while with my head in the cold compartment, contemplating what was good and worth eating. After a while, I grabbed a bright red apple and let the door fall shut behind me as I walked into the lounge room and sat on the couch next to where my phone lay on the coffee table. I took a bite of the fruit, chewing with my mind floating away on a stream of memories.
All I could think about was Luke. Everything I saw was his beautiful smile, his shining blue eyes, his pierced lip, his funky blonde hair. My mind was always full to the brim with memories of him. Nothing I did ever stopped it. He was on my mind 24/7 and I did not mind one tiny bit. The memories kept me sane. Somehow, after all this time, I didn't even care that he had broken my heart and thrown everything away, I just cared about him and how I loved him too much to care.
A knock on the front door made me jump more than I should have. With my apple held tightly in my hand, I ran a hand through my freshly brushed hair and pulled the door open. My eyes went wide with surprise and happiness as they looked the person over. She stood 5'8", just an inch taller than me, her luscious blonde locks were pulled up into a high pony tale with random strands falling around her face. Light pink listick coloured her naturally full lips, a pair of small glolden hoops dangled gracefully from her ears.
"Holy shit, Poppy!" I almost screamed. My hand released its grip on my apple, allowing it to plumet a small distance before I realised and jumped to grab it. I started jumping with excitement, taking her presence in. Realising I was leaving her to stand awkwardly on the front door step, I ran into her arms and squeezed her with everything I had. A big smile was drawn onto my face and my eyes closed shut as I breathed in her familiar smell. It had been months since I'd seen my sister and I realised then that maybe she was thing that I needed all along to keep me alive.
"You going to let me in, Rhi, or just hug me on the doorstep all day?" I giggled, stepping back from her. I took another bite of my apple with the goofy smile still on my face as I turned around and led her into the house. The lights were all off except for the one in the lounge room. Sun rays spilled through all the windows that coated just about every wall of the house.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as we sat down at the dining table. Crossing my legs beneath me while I took yet another bite from my apple, Poppey looked at me with amazement and shook her head.
"I came to see my little sister. For some un-known reason I was worried about her. Would you stop mouth raping that apple and talk to me." I put the apple down on the shiney, light brown table and mumbled an apology. She chuckled and ran a rather orange-tan hand through her hair.
"Oh wow. Did you get a fake tan? I did not think you were one of those people." Poppy shot me a warning look as I laughed at my comment. She hid her hands in her lap under the table, diverting her eyes from me momentarily.
