Little Flower Girl

Chapter 2

Waking up in the middle of the night wasn't an ideal thing to do on a school night, especially for Lillian. She sat up in bed, staring into the darkness that surrounded her. Lillian fumbled around for the light plug that had been unplugged when she fell asleep. After a few minutes of poking the wall with plug, she gave up and laid back in her bed. Lilly let out a sigh before kicking her feet up and over the side of the bed and pushing herself off of the piece of furniture. Lillian made her way over to her desk in the darkness, and felt around blindly for her laptop. Lillian gripped her hand around the side of the laptop and picked it up before making her way back to her bed.

Sitting backwards on the bed, Lillian scooted her way back to the wall and sat up against it. She opened the laptop and searched around for the power button before holding it down and allowing the keyboard to light up. Lillian tapped the small empty spaces on her laptop anxiously waiting for it to boot up. The message she had received earlier completely slipped her mind as her desktop background greeted her, and the small icons that crowded the left corner of her screen appeared one by one. Lillian's index finger slid across the small touchpad to the icon labelled 'Google Chrome' two tiny clicks opened the webpage. From there Lillian began to check her Facebook, noticing the still open message box in the bottom right corner. Lillian's mouse hovered over the text box filled with empty words. Giving another small click a blinking line indicated that she could start typing.

"Hey," Lilly typed, before holding down on delete and erasing the message. "Hello," she typed once more before repeating her previous actions and erasing it. Lillian continued on like this, typing different ways to say hello from, 'Howdy' to 'ayeee lmao.' Lilly finally simply gave up and closed out of Facebook and switched over to trusty Youtube. Lillian wasn't very sure what she wanted to watch to make her fall back asleep, so she simply resorted to watching videos consisting of people dying and bleaching their hair. Lilly twirled her own hair in her fingers as she watched the video, enthralled by the different hair colors and hairstyles these girls managed to pull off. "God, I wish I could do that to my hair," Lillian whispered to herself as she clicked on another video consisting of a girl with a rainbow-ombre and long curly locks.

Watching these videos almost made Lilly feel conscientious of her own faded and frizzy hair. Lillian felt that familiar feeling that she had experienced earlier before her nap. Lillian's eyes felt heavy as if weights had been placed on them and she struggled to keep them open, long lethargic blinks distracted her from paying attention to the video playing in the background. A few minutes passed as Lillian struggled with this battle of trying to stay up but feeling exhausted. Lilly shook her head as if to wake her up, and suddenly it felt like her eyes were bugging out of her skull. Lillian felt wide awake but it was almost like she could feel the bags under her eyes darken and become more prominent.

After this sudden burst of energy, Lillian spent hours watching video after video; travelling deeper and deeper into the website as she continued watching the different videos that appeared in the suggestions. Through the closed curtains rays of sun peeked over the trees and through the thin fabric. As time continued to pass by Lillian's alarm clock finally rang in her ears drowning out the sound of the video she had been watching. Lillian closed her laptop without shutting down the videos and pushed it to the side of her. Lilly groaned as she pushed herself up from the bed and forced herself to begin getting ready for school. Lillian's mother lightly knocked on her door, peeking through with rollers in her har.

"Oh! You're already up, good morning sweetie," Her mother softly spoke before shutting the door and walking off in order to get ready herself for the day ahead. Lilly pulled on her clothes and attempted to comb down her frizzed up hair. Lillian turned away from the mirror she had been looking in and began to pick up her dirty clothes, jumbling them into a ball and tossing them into her hamper. Lillian looked around the floor, her flowercrown pushed off into a corner: the flower petals bending and breaking off in various ways. Lillian picked up the crown and shoved it in her drawer filled with various different dead petals and broken headbands. Lilly shut the dresser drawer and walked over to her closet that sat slightly ajar, pushing the door further open and turned on the closet lights.