chapter 1

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It is an exquisite night snow slowly floating to the ground so gracefully, the green grass now covered in a lovely white blanket, leafless trees on every side of me. Its so quiet and peaceful not even the crickets are chirping as i sit here and admire my surroundings I realize this night is just perfect.

I take one last look around before getting ready to go inside, I notice hidden in the bushes were a pair of the most enchanting golden eyes.

Usually i would be scared but surprisingly i wasnt those beautiful eyes comfort me. It only took a split second before those eyes disappeared leaving me standing in the cold in a trance.

I finally made my way inside and to the comfort of my bed climbing under to warmth of my big purple comforter questions going all over the place in my head.

Who do those eyes belong to? Where did they come from? Why wasnt i scared?

All night those questions lingered in my thoughts until i drifted off into a deep slumber.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm beeping in my ear. I roll over and Turn it off and start drifting back into dream land when what felt like a fifty pound boulder lands on me "get up, get up time for school" Tia my little sister hollers.

I peek out from under my covers and notice she was dressed already her little blue eyes staring back at me while I look her over. She  her little yellow sundress with her long brown hair pulled up into pigtails.

She is a pain but I still love her. I push Tia off of me and start getting ready. Although my hairs not as long as hers I still manage to do something with it so I pin it back showing off my own pair of blue eyes.

"Hurry up" Tia kept yelling so I threw on some jeans and one of my band tees with my black flats and headed down stairs it was just me and Tia home our parents are always away on business we made a quick breakfast then headed to my truck it was nothing fancy just an old wore out blue truck.

I dropped off Tia and started on my way to school jammin to some Florida Georgia Line.

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