ƸӜƷButterfliesƸӜƷ

ƸӜƷChapter 1 - The Tapping On My WindowƸӜƷ

I lay on my bed, wondering what will happen after high school... if I ever pass.... no! Stop it! I've been trying to wean myself of negative thoughts and self pity, both me and my life are kind of pitiful, I'm an only child with no talent, no interest and no- stop it! I know you're telling a story but stop acting like a hurt puppy! Sorry 'bout that, you know what they say- I'm my own worst enemy, I really am a bit self judgmental but I've been trying harder not to be since mom threatened to get me a psychiatrist a.k.a. social suicide. Suddenly, there was a strange tapping noise, it sounded like... tapping on glass. I sat up and looked around, zeroing in on my window, three butterflies -a Monarch, a Black swallowtail and one I've never seen before, it was smaller then the others, pearly white with brown stripes and dots that were accented with a little bit of lavender, blue, yellow and black.- I got up and walked to the window, leaning over my little dresser full of knickknacks to get a closer look, when I did, they suddenly stopped flying and landed on the glass, if I didn't know better I would think they wanted me, their beady black eyes staring at my, weird, I walked back over to my bed and sat down, the tapping resumed. Whats up with those butterflies? I got up again -just curios- and leaned over my dresser, once again the butterflies landed on my window. What were they trying to tell me? I find this a bit coincidental because of my room decor...also a little weird because its autumn and I haven't seen a butterfly since August. I walked back to my bed, the tapping began again and I walked back over, they stopped again. What the crap's going on in these butterflies minds? I reached up, unlatching the window, they butterflies flew back a bit as I slid it upwards all the way, they flew into my room. I watched them as they circled around me and fluttered to my bed, landing on it. I walked over to them, got on my knees and studied them, they didn't seem to mind my presence.

"What are you?" I asked them, chuckling at myself, after all, they are just butterflies right?

Suddenly, they started to glow, they glowed so bright I had to look away, what's happening??? When I looked back, they'd stop growing...and they weren't butterflies anymore!

ƸӜƷAuthors NoteƸӜƷ

The unknown butterfly is described as the underside of the wings of a 4-spot sailor, look it up and check it out :)