My name is Lucy Fields. I live a charmed life with my mother. I'm roughly 5' 1" and have dark brown eyes and dark brown hair that's "mermaid long", I'm what is considered "petite", and I have medium skin with freckles. I hated my freckles. My house is a white bricked two story home in a nice neighborhood that is surrounded by woods that have the most enormous green leafed oak trees, and if you travel deep enough into this forest you'd find a clear, man made pond with Koi Fish. I always went there when my mom and I weren't getting along very well. I'd lay down in all the green grass beside the pond and write stories, and songs, and poems, or sketch. It was my favorite to go there when I couldn't sleep and just listen to music. My mother is a hairstylist and photographer, and I have a part time job at a local clothing shop in town. I'm a Senior at West Lake High aged 17 years old. Or at least this was my life. Before January this year. Let's start there.
"Lucy, come down for breakfast! You don't want to be late!" my mom called for me. I sighed and looked into my vanity mirror, the girl in the mirror with her beach wavy brown hair and mascara covered lashes looked pretty enough for school and work afterwards. But she sure wasn't ready to go blend in with the 1,200 other kids at her high school. I got dressed in my black leggings and oversized long sleeve maroon t shirt and my grey scarf and ugg boots as fast as I could, I really didn't want to be late. When I walked over to check my reflection again I took a deep breath to get ready for the day and made my way down stairs focusing on the sound my steps made against the hard wood floors. I grabbed an apple and a protien shake out of the fridge and looked at my mother. I was the spitting image of her with full lips and high cheek bones. I'm so vain, I thought.
"I work until 11:00 tonight, closing shift," I said to mom.
She nodded and kissed my forehead and asked, "I'll have to take the car for a photo shoot today baby doll. Do you mind walking?"
"Not one bit, I'm leaving now! I love you!" I called over my shoulder as I walked out the front door.
The bell rang at 3:45 to release us from school. I picked up my books and speed walked to my locker to grab my black back pack. It was always so heavy. I carried a million unnecessary things, lotion, extra clothes, underwear, snacks, you name it. I hoisted the bag over my shoulder and pushed my way through the sea of kids to the door to make it to work by 4:15.
On my way to work from school I walk through our small cities down town. I pass a locally owned bakery, a yogurt shop, other cute little boutiques. One thing I loved about that walk on that particular day was the cloudy sky and crisp air. This was the ideal January day for me. I pulled my thick black cardigan out of my back pack and put it on to fight off the wintery bite of the air on my arms. Today hasn't been extrordinary, but I will definately file it away as a good day, I thought. When I got to work I clocked in and started recovering the clothing in the store becoming lost in my thoughts for the next couple of hours.
