Lia's Pov
I felt the wind ruffle my hair as I ran. I loved the feel of my navy blue tennis shoes against the forest trail, my coal-colored waves falling against my sweat-soaked back. I could hear the wind whoosh as I ran. The early morning sky is slightly pink and orange with the crescent moon shining; Along with the few shimmering stars still visible. I could practically taste the sweat as I continued on the path. My lungs felt like they would burst at any moment. As I flew past the luscious light green leaves of late spring. I could smell the sweet fragrance of the nature that was surrounding me. I loved this smell. It was so fresh and clean. But my favorite sound was the silence. No cars, loud children, or other annoyances this early. I always loved this time of day and I didn't feel so out of place. But it was when the world woke up that it wasn't so right anymore. I always feel out of place during the noise. I had surreptitiously walked outside for my morning run. Being the only morning person in a house with two-night owls gave me the skill of walking without much sound. And being a quiet person I tend to be invisible to people. I also loved this time of day because I could be alone with my thoughts along with the sounds, sights, smells, and touch of this trail. The sound of my labored breathing brings me back to reality. I stepped onto the base of the hill even though my legs protested. I climbed up the steep hill feeling my calves burn. When I finally get to the top I look up to see beautiful orange rays coming up over the hill. The sunlight illuminates the dew on the leaves of the surrounding trees. I love this view. But I always dread the time when the sun has risen and the moon has disappeared. It means that my favorite time of the day is over. I checked my apple watch on my wrist telling me it was exactly 6:00 am. That meant I had run five miles in twenty minutes. I felt myself smile at the accomplishment I had only been running for two years. Before I had only gotten up and watched the sky change from the silvery bright of the moon and stars. To the golden glow of the sun. I smiled, it meant I was getting faster. Suddenly the alarm on my watch went off, jolting me from my thoughts. I needed to get home or I'd be late for the last week of school. I couldn't believe that my freshman year was already over. I was so excited for summer and my fifteenth birthday on the 15th in a week. I am also excited because my birthday happens to be the day when two rare astronomical events will occur: the Churyumov- Gerasimenko Comet and the blue moon. The funny thing about this is that both of these events occurred 15 years ago on the same day. The day I was born. Or at least that's what my adoptive family tells me. My real family died twelve years ago the week after my birthday. Before I knew it I had run all the way home without realizing it. Strangely it had only taken fifteen minutes to run home. I didn't dwell much on it as I took a quick shower and quickly picked out a navy blue tee and khaki shorts. And my favorite navy blue ballet flats with the ruffles on the left side. I quickly looked in the mirror to see my very fair skin, my oval-shaped face, my deep blue eyes, and my raven-colored hair. Then I grabbed my locket and fasted the silver chain around my neck. It was a beautiful light silver that seemed to glow with its stunning designs of the phases of the moons with a few stars. When I was very young I remember being told by my real mother to never take it off. Thinking of my real mother made my heart sink. I still remembered that we had the same eyes and ivory complexion. I turned it to look at the back. Where my name is Lia is engraved on the polished silver surface. I can still recall her teaching me ballet at a very young age. My name seemed to taunt me with these memories. But I had to stop dwelling on the past and move on. I did have a good life now with my adoptive parents. Kate and Derrick were the best they had been like family ever since I was two years old. They had been close friends with my parents. Kate and Derrick were the best parents I could ask for and I knew they loved me despite being overprotective sometimes. But sometimes I could never stop wondering about what might have happened to them. I went downstairs to my parents and asked dad to drive me to school. Not long after dad drove out of the driveway I fell asleep.
It was an afternoon at about one o'clock. I always knew what time it was because my mother had taught me as a child. To tell time by the position of the sun. And I saw a sign depicting Milan's best fashion. Oh no! I thought not this dream again but next to the fashion house was a big brownstone made of exquisite sandy brownstone. Just how it has looked for the past 10 years. All these years I continue to have the same dream. Every time I have this dream I see things through her eyes. I walk up to the top floor whereas I always see the bedroom of the blonde. Her room is different, they must be moving I thought because her room is empty except for her huge yellow canopy bed. The girl is waiting for me. She's tall with an oval-shaped face, and bronze skin. She/I am looking in a mirror! She/I am putting what looks to be clothes in boxes and suitcases. And once there full she/I tapes them up and then walks down a Pearl-colored staircase. She/I take them outside and puts them in a moving truck.
Lena's Pov
I got up very enthusiastically because today is my last night in Milan. My family and I are moving to a small town in Maine for my Fifteenth birthday. I am so excited! Don't get me wrong I love Milan but it's the only place I've ever known. I want to experience new things. I pull my gold locket from underneath my yellow tee and begin to trace my finger through the engravings of the sun. My nervous tic. I am excited but also nervous about what the people at my new school will think of me. I barely register walking back to my room and lay on my bed. I'm so tired! I was up all night thinking about my new school. I barely realize that I'm falling asleep. The first thing I notice is a black sedan on the road. Suddenly I'm pulled into the car. I can't see who is driving, The only thing I see is the girl in the passenger seat. On no! Then I zoom into her body. I see things from her perspective every time I dream of her. Why do I keep dreaming of this girl? Every month I get this dream. It's been happening for the past ten years! She has very fair skin, her hair is as dark as night, She is five foot six. Exactly my height. Her face is oval-shaped. But I have never seen her eyes. Anytime I have seen her, her eyes are always closed. Or I see things through her eyes. I have seen her blue bedroom. I have seen her running through a forest trail. Suddenly the car veers left on a driveway. She/I jolts awake! She /I look through the windshield to see a sign: Kennebunkport High School. My heart stops dead in my chest. That's the school I'm going to attend in two days! Mystery girl goes to my new school! That's what I've called the dark-haired girl since I don't know her name
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Bright Darkness
FantasyLia Harper grew up with her parents best friends. after her parents died. In a small Maine town. but what she thinks she knows will be tested. New girl Lena has already become like a sister in a day. They understand each other so well. It's almost...
