The Sacred Instrumentals

School. . .

"Mooooooooom!" I complained as my mom, Silvestia Hawp, dragged me out of my emerald green hammock, accidentally hitting my head on the carpeted floor of my room. I groaned and attempted to sit up, yet my head was hurting all over the place. I brought my hands up to my head and covered my bright hazel orbs. I felt a soothing hand creep onto my forehead with concern.

I swatted the hand away from my forehead with my right hand and the hand of the other person quickly retreated from my head. Then more hands grabbed my hands off of my face and I could finally see who it was in front of me. The two people in front of me were my parents, Silvestia and Ryder Hawp were crouched down in front of me, holding my hands in their hands.

Silvestia was a woman of about thirty-five years old, which was about as old as a lot of the other citizens of Wilderwood were in their generation. She had Caucasian skin that was partially tanned from all of the time she spent outdoors, tending to the school gardens. Her cinnamon hair covered her left eye and went down to her elbow. You could only see her right eye, which was colored a brilliant gray-blue color.

Today, Sil was wearing a dull gray T-shirt that had dirt and grass stains on the front and back in splotches. Her khaki shorts that she was wearing today was a change since she normally would wear a pair of light, brown cargo pants so that she could fit all of her tools. Her shoes that was a mixture of sandals and track shoes were painted brown so that they wouldn't get damaged with the stains of dirt.

Then there is her husband Ryder. Ryder was about the same age as Silvestia but he had a darker tan on his Caucasian skin. He has grass green colored eyes that seem to be watered every day. There was a layer of raven black hair on his head that was windswept over his right eye. It was just long enough so that it covered up the white scar running down his right temple.

Ryder was wearing a sea blue tank top that had designs of whales, squids, and other legends that were passed down the generations of the Hawp family. Ryder was a believer in the fact that these animals are alive somewhere, just not in our hometown of Wilderwood. His greenish-gray pants sparkled with the beautiful gems that the other citizens donated to us so that we could make them better things. He just took a handful of the tiny gems and sowed them onto his clothing.

"Sil, I think that she doesn't wanna go to school today." Ryder whispered to Silvestia from behind the back of one of his hands.

"Well. . .Joy has to go to school today." Silvestia said in as finalizing a voice as anybody can do while maintaining a whisper.

Then I whispered to my parents, "I can hear you guys." Their faces morphed into looks of knowing since they did know that I knew what they were talking about. Then, my parents stood up from the crouched position they were in before, Ryder held his hand out for me to grab. I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up, using Ryder's weight to balance my own.

Sil and Ryder walked out of my room, leaving me with my forest green walls before I could go to school. I didn't know why my parents made such a big fuss over the day when we get paired with an instrument and a melody. Music just isn't my thing.

Yes, I know that you are thinking: Why don't you get to choose your own melody? Well. . .that's because they have knowledge about your personality from when you go to school. It makes them know what mood you are normally in and that contributes to the melody and instrument.

I paced over to the window by my hazelnut colored desk and stared out into the canopy of clean, fresh, inviting air, aloft above the small town that we lived on the outskirts of, Wilderwood. My hands reached over to the lever on the left side of the window and pulled it down, making the window slowly creep open and let a continuous blast of mellow air into my room.