𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝟏)

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

The harsh wind blows passionately, creating a mesmerizing piece of art with a mixture of green fallen leaves and brown dead leaves. They mix together so perfectly, it's almost like an example of our life in this place.

In this place we lose our since of time and season. Leaves are our only since of reality. When the leaves begin to die and the air begins to hollow into a biting wind, we know fall is coming.

Currently, the air is humid and dewy from the storming rain we've been getting: It's colder in the mornings than the afternoons, and only now are the trees beginning to grow their leaves back.

It's Spring.

My eyes follow the winning leaf until it's retaken it's place on the ground where it originated and my ears cling onto the howling wind.  Either the leaf won or my eye's switched to the winning leaf just to make myself feel better.

"Izzy!"

I spring off of the ground at the familiar high pitched voice calling out to me. I dust the dirt off of my yellow dress before darting into the direction of a grinning girl with bright blonde hair and bright green eyes that I swear sparkle every time they meet the rays of the sun.

I feel a rush of excitement when I near her. I Smile at my bestfriend, Michelle is her name. She's my only friend in this place, the only one who hasn't been afraid to show me kindness.

Our bodies collide and I get lost in her cherry vanilla scented hair, it tickles my nose and I suddenly want to sneeze. "Did you hear? They are serving brownies at lunch today." She tells me.

I smile, rub my nose. "Yes, I was gonna tell you but you seem.. busy." I teased, winking playfully. Her face turns a bright red color and I almost laugh at the sight. "Shut up." She whispers, glancing around nervously.

We lock arms, and begin our journey to the six story bricked building, following the gravelly dirt path leading us up to it.

"How was class?" I ask, making conversation. She shrugs. "Same old, same old." She sighs. "The outside world hates us, and they are protecting us from gruesome torture—Blah, blah, blah," She mocks our professors voice.

"If they hear you, we are both dead." I whisper, looking around nervously, as I bite back a laugh.

She licks my hand and I retract it with a disgusted gag. "You disgust me." I scrunch my nose, wiping her saliva onto her baby blue dress.

She continues to laugh. "Jeez, you need to learn to live a little." She frowns, I roll my eyes at her sudden mood change.

We walk in comfortable silence, until she breaks it. "Ever wonder how life would be out there? In the real world?" Her words come out in a hushed tone, But it doesn't stop the chill running down my spine at the mention