Leo Blue POV
I woke up every morning these days thinking that I'm in my own bed, but open my eyes to remember that I can't have that! I live in a small white room, with a small white bed on the corner, a singular window right by the ceiling, and the drawer in the corner where I keep my books, dry shampoo, and deodorant. Yes, I have hygiene products.
Being a prisoner reminds me of how I imagined Alexis Blue's life when she was trapped in a blank book. It's boring.
I would usually sit on the chair with a book for hours on end while letting my hair grow. I loved my collection of books. Books are like a magical portal. A portal that leads to special part of your imagination, where you get to go on a stroll with the writer to experience what you never experienced. This book that I've been reading is trying to teach me a lesson, but I can't put my finger it. It's either a lesson in homeless people, or a lesson in being obsessed with falling in love while forgetting that your own brother is lost in America somewhere.
I don't know, but the words say, I follow the mysterious girl down into the very center of the cave as she held the sparkling and firery candle high up making her blond hair shimmer. "So you're to tell me that my brother is hiding in the center of the cave with bears? Are you sure he's not dead just yet? He's so short and little! Bears will claw out his whole brain within two seconds." I tell her, but she only turns back around and says is her soft silky voice, "Not if he became one with them." She does her beautiful spiritual smirk and begins to hurry down the cave stairs. I sighed and follow her, hearing her yelling out random words like "It really is groovy in here!" Yep. She discovered something, and with her spiritual energy, I trust her more than I've ever trusted someone before. I might even trust her more than my long hair.
"No, don't do it!" I catch myself saying. "Don't go in there! Your brother is dead!" I peek into the end just for a few seconds to make sure that the youngest kid did survive, he did, and I didn't mind spoilers too much.
What's this book called anyway? I flip to the cover. Oh yeah, that's right! The Hippie Kids.
It's a great story about homelessness. By choice. Why the hell would someone run away from home because their scared of their own Father? Makes you think.
"Hey." Says the guy from outside the door. I look up at him and say, "Hey!" With a smile.
"What would you like to eat?"
"Uh, maybe barbecue, or maybe burritos!"
He then boardly says, "It sort of seems like you should pick a salad."
"Um, that's not really important I think because I don't plan to starve."
"Okay, come with me."
So I follow this kind and lovely man to the steamy kitchen area. He hands me a beautiful light blue broom that was just about at tall as me. "Oh, thanks! You're so kind! This would look lovely in my cell."
"No." He says is a way that a teacher sounds when a losing patience with a student. "The floor. Clean it!"
I know I've been in prison all summer but he can't Cinderella me!
"No!" I tell him.
He turns on his heel to face me and says, "What did you say?"
"Yeah, you heard me! I hate this prison, I hate the tiny cell, I hate everyone being repetitive and boring, and it's all because of something that I didn't do! Heck, I'd rather be homeless like the Hippie kids!"
