“Somebody once told me the world gonna roll me, I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, she was looking kind of dumb with finger and her thumb shaped as an L on her forehead…” I yawned as I listened to “All Star” on my alarm clock. I croaked out…
School, its school… woohoo!
“Blu, you better be getting out of bed!” Leona called outside my door.
I snorted and put a pillow over my head. My door making a creaking noise as it opened and I heard footsteps coming towards my bed. I let out a loud fake snore. A tapping foot came through the pillow, “I know you’re awake.”
“No, I’m sleeping!” I began to make obviously fake snores.
“I have a present,” Leona taunted.
The snores stopped and I lifted the pillow to peek, “Is it for me?”
“Yes,” my aunt said, lovingly, “Happy fifteenth birthday, Blu.”
I lifted the pillow and gave her a small smile, “Two years without them…”
“Oh,” she frowned, “Don’t think of it like that, Blu. They are always with you. In your heart…”
“My present,” she raised an eyebrow, “Please?”
She snorted and held it over. I grabbed onto the box, seeing how small it was. I ripped off the silver wrapping paper and my eyes widened when I saw the small white leather box. I opened it and remembered it instantly, “Mom wore this… How did you?”
“I didn’t,” she frowned, “Your dad did.”
“Oh,” I blinked, “I don’t want it.” I shoved it away and she frowned.
“Parents make mistakes…” she frowned.
“Yes,” I said, “But they must sooner or later take the responsibility and outcome of those mistakes.”
“Who’s the parent here?”
She didn’t actually sound angry or confused or sad. She looked purely amused; she wiped it away with seriousness. I slowly pointed the thumb at me and she began to laugh.
I looked at the necklace and sighed. She shrugged and put it by my bedside table. I rolled my eyes as she stopped by the doorway, “Happy birthday to you…!”
I got up and walked towards the door. She began to laugh and sing louder, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”
I grabbed the door and smirked.
“Happy birthday, dear,” she dragged the word out and I slammed the door, giggling. I walked back to my bed.
She opened the door and stuck her head in, “Blu-ooh!”
I went back to close the door.
“Happybirthdaytoyou!” she closed the door as her quick words were finished.
I stopped and stared at the door. After a few seconds and turned away to get my clothes set out. The creaked open, “She’s a jolly good fellow!”
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Take Me Away
ParanormalBlu Storm was the only survivor in a terrible plane crash, where she lost the ones she loved most. With them though, she lost a part of herself. That part of herself was her own emotions. For a year now, she is still numb and lives with her aunt in...
