The Moon's Looking Lovely, Isn't It?

I sigh as I wake up and turn the alarm off. Rubbing my eyes I look at the clock,
"six"

I whisper to myself as I get down from the bed and walk up to the brown framed windows. Seeing the sun rise from beneath the forests and hills, I admire it and stare for a bit long, the skies turn into a hue of pastels of pink and yellow. The blue slowly takes over those colors and my routine takes over me. It's the first day of school, High school. A bit exciting and a lot of uneasiness, shaking those feelings off, I tidy up the room and change into my school uniform. Tying my hair up in a horse-tail, I stroll down the stairs,
"Good morning, love."

My dad greets me with a smile on his face and his wrinkly eyes,
"Good morning, dad."
"Sit and have some breakfast."

Sitting down, I dip a piece of bread smeared with butter in the pumpkin soup and bite into it.
"How's it?"

"Better than mum's"

He laughs and his eyes get a bit wet before he blinks those thoughts away.

"I know right! Excited about school?"

"Very, a bit nervous, though."

"Ah, that's expected. Don't be worried, though, it'll go fine, okay?"

"Hmm."

We continue eating till the clock turns 7 and I leave for school after kissing him and my mum's portrait goodbye.

Walking down the narrow trail with tall Sal trees on either side, I hear the swallows sing and the wolves woof. It's nice living in a cottage on the hills and in a forest. The air's fresh and the plants decorate the hills even more. The sun's rays reach here but it's cool and pleasant. Skipping down the trails, my eyes fall on a group of butterflies hovering over a pasture of sunflowers and lilies. I smile at them and continue walking down the path and upon reaching the blue and white painted school building, I take a deep breath and smile to myself whispering 'it'll be okay' in my head as I enter the school. All the classrooms are painted in a gradient of orange and pink pastels with vertical white strips running from the ceiling to the bottom of the wall. The colors compliment the students' pastel red shirts and their white jackets. At last, in the extreme end of the corridor of the first floor, I enter mine. Looking at the seating list stuck beside the blackboard, I walk to my assigned seat, beside the window and sit down while keeping my bag down. None of the people in the classroom have noticed me, chattering their thoughts away. I wait for my seat-mate, Lucy Fernsby. Her name reminds me of my mums', Lucy Fletcher. I turn to the window and look at the burning ball of flame adorned with cotton like clouds. A sea of blue resides in the back-ground. Here, there are so many more cottages, shops etc. The land here, embraces the small plants and bushes. The cottages are endowed with pretty, little, flowering creepers. There's a water-fall in the distance. Not see-able but the falling of the water from the high mountains to the plain land creates a sound that of a roar. It's calming, though. It takes me some time to notice the reflection of a girl on the glass. She's standing beside the bench and looking at me nervously. Her brown framed green eyes are a lot like my mothers', except hers' are fidgety and uneasy and mum's were always happy with a fire of excitement burning. My mum also had glasses, brown with black stripes. I avert my vision from the window to her,

"Hello."

I say, greeting her. She replies back with a softer "Hello".

"Ma-Marie Fletcher?"

"Yes. Lucy Fernsby?"

"Y-Yes."

I smile at her and pat the empty space next to me. Her eyes soften and become wet. Her eyes suddenly turn into a sadder version of themselves. She blinks those feeling away before sitting down and smiling back. Relief and a different kind of happiness embrace her eyes, something which I cannot make out of. It etches some questions in my brain, but for now, I shake them away as our class teacher walks in and shuts the door behind her,