To The End

Chapter 1

 Chapter 1

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Flirt   [flert]  (v);

1. Behave as though attracted to or trying to attract someone, but without serious intentions: "it amused him to flirt with her".

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I looked out my window simply because I refused to look anywhere else; everything was a bore and just not worth wasting energy on- being stuck in a car for hours with nothing but a dead iPod and tasteless gum could do that to you. It was a dull feeling; looking outside at all that space and being stuck inside a metal contraption we mere mortals know as cars. There was nothing to do and ‘I spy' got boring ten minutes into the car ride... We were now one hour into our car ride. In short, the dullness of the trip was getting so bad for me that suddenly the ever changing pictures of the trees and greenery outside didn’t seem to bother me and I didn’t even have the sudden urge to puke out that cheeseburger I had so forcefully devoured not one hour ago. You can’t blame me, that cheeseburger tasted as if the fry cook dipped it into a waste bin, fried it in urine and then rubbed his ass with his hand before putting it together- with that same hand. The forest outside, however, wasn't half bad anymore. I actually started to get intrigued and engrossed with the blur of green and brown unfolding in front of me. Though, staring out the window happened to be taunting my ever so creative mind. If I wasn’t insane already, watching the trees outside mix into each other was enough to make me go mental. A thick sheet of glass that let me see outside was keeping me from being where I wanted to be the most. 

Outside the car.

To make things even worse, somehow along the way I had tangled my earphones together in a knot and if you must know I had been trying to undo them since we stepped out of the airport in London. There was almost nothing I hated more than tangled earphones, but I had given up on them and instead fiddled with them aimlessly. There really wasn’t any point in trying to undo them anyway; after all, my iPod was dead.

After letting out a long and rather obvious sigh, I continued to twirl my white earphones around and rested my head against the cool glass. For some reason my creative outlet, also known as my brain, was intrigued by the many shades of green and brown nature could make. I hadn't seen any proper images yet though, the car was simply moving too fast.

The car was so small my knees were tucked under my arms but what made the car feel even smaller than it physically was, was Drew my brother sitting next to me on the other side of the seat. Drew was one year older than me but more often than not we were mistaken for twins. Maybe it was because we shared the same chestnut brown hair, almost the same colour as the trees outside. It could’ve been the fact that we also had matching chocolate brown eyes that occasionally had specks of green in them, something that always seemed to amuse me; I never really got into science or the whole gene, DNA thing. But really I think it was the fact that we both strangely resembled our mum way more than our dad. Her with her perfect pointy little nose and plump lips so rosy pink, as a girl I was lucky enough to inherit it. For my brother? Well his looks won the heart of most of the girls in his year, and my year, and the year under me too. His name might as well have been ‘chick magnet 101’.

Staring out the window, complaining about that disgusting cheeseburger I had, fiddling with my earphones and telling Drew off for tapping his foot annoyingly continued for so long that the sun was beginning to set and I possibly could’ve looked like a grape drying into a raison. My eyes were falling shut and my palm was repeatedly slipping from my face until Drew nudged me rather violently shaking all the nerves in my body and forcing me wide awake. He did that often when he was excited. I don’t even know if he knew that his biceps were big enough to crack a desk in half if he high-fived it. Frustration washed over me because I thought that I would finally be able to sleep but then I returned my gaze to the window to find that the trees and blurs had been replaced by a building, then another one, then several more. My eyes scanned a sign that read: ‘Welcome to Liemville!’ and surrounding the words were a bunch of cartoon bees. It was odd to say the least and if the tall, flash looking buildings in the distance weren’t there I would’ve thought that our parents had sent us to a hillbilly school in the countryside.