Beyond Small (Book 1)

Chasing a butterfly

Bloom's POV

A strong light blinded me. When I opened my eyes I was in a green field. The sky was clear and blue, the fields had flowers and the air was perfumed by its scent. There were butterflies all around.

There was no one to be seen around me. Peace everywhere, flowers everywhere. It was what I use to daydream. I always dreamt to live in other world, a world like this.

I saw a beautiful butterfly it had white wings. It came in my hand and I noticed it's wings were sparkling. I went following it, running through the woods.

When the butterfly disappeared, I was completely lost. There were trees all around me, tall huge trees. Then I heard a voice calling me, "Bloom.....Bloom...... wake up."

I had seen another dream and I loved it. My mom woke me up. "It's getting late for school" she said. I quickly got up, changed my dress and went upstairs.

I had my breakfast and packed my bag. Then I went to school with my brother Max. On the way to school all my bro talked of was chocolates and cartoons. Although I love his baby talks.

Finally, I left him at his room and marched towards my classroom. I had brown eyes and black medium hair. I had tied it up in a ponytail.

I was not afraid what others think about me and I went towards my bench and sat down.

I greeted my friends. Some of them were close to me and some were the ones who hated me but still I thought them as my friend. I knew how bad they talk about me but it was ok as I know that they are always gonna interfere my life.

Throw comments, judge the looks and all that was now causal to me. As I looked back I noticed eyes staring at me. I had always hated attention but this was an exceptional case.

(Hate talking about classes)

The school was over and I went home with my brother. "How was your day?" Max asked me. "Boring as usual" I replied in boredom. "I had fun" he said and told me about his whole day.

I don't know why but I love my cute little bro so very much. I went home and started doing homework.

Talking about my dad, I haven't seen him not even a single glance or photo of him. Since I was born I had only seen my mom around.

Whenever I asked her about my dad she used to burst into tears. I never understood why. I couldn't see her cry so I just stopped asking.

Max came around asking to play with him. I didn't denied. I had fun playing with him. We laughed a lot.

And then, Mom arrived. Her eyes were red full of tears. She didn't speak a word and locked herself up in her room.