Fun Summer

Where I was

The sun was up, and it was finally the last week of school. The Summer was ensuring we didn't forget it was here.

I always thought if Summer was ever a person who controlled the heat, the nature...EVERYTHING during Summer season, that it would be a girl. A girl with sun-kissed blonde hair, tanned skin, always dressed in a bikini printed with blue waves, a PERFECT body. Like those wild cats from school.

But how wrong I was.

My body was sitting in front of my maths teacher Mrs.Hall, but my mind was climbing a tree.

"TALE!!!"

I only realised Mrs.Hall had been calling me the 5th time she said my name.

"Sorry Mrs.Hall."

"Goodness. Now, take these forms to the office."

"Yes Mrs.Hall."

I took the forms that spelt 'Freedom' in bold capital letters and literally flew out of that dungeon.

But off coarse, my mind, body and soul decided to pick THAT DAY, that FATEFUL MONDAY, that ONE DAY OF THE WEEK, that ALL KIDS HATE, to wag class and go outside after delivering the forms.

How ironic that the worst day of the week, ended up being the beginning of a life I'd only had my parents read to me from fairy tale books when I was child.

I found myself wandering the winding roads that led down the 'School' hill up towards the 'University' hill where my mum worked as a lecturer. Off coarse, I almost immediately realised that was a bad idea, and changed my coarse to walked AROUND the University towards the hill cluttered with shops.

But then I realised that the shop keepers might notify my mum. Everyone in this town knows everyone. Nothing stays a secret in Hillwood.

I slowed down. I certainly didn't want to go back to Mrs.Hall, I had finally tainted my record of 'the good girl'. I couldn't step foot near the university, I was already much to close to the main roads. The shops were filled with nosy parkers, and I certainly couldn't go home or to the valley.

I turned to my side, and immediately found myself staring into a dense forest. Off coarse. The trees. I stepped off the tar road, and swished through light green grass. Reaching for the first tree I approached, I lay my hand against the cool trunk. It was a pleasure, as the day was quite warm.

I stepped through the arch of trees. Green leaves rustled beneath me. Green grass grew beneath the leaves themselves. I noticed a cluster of mushrooms. The white flowers famous in Hillwood lay scattered like stars in the night. The tall trees created walls of light green, dark green shadows and light and dark brown. A small wind shook the peaceful stillness of the woods.

The scent; fresh leaves and slightly moist bark. It smelt wonderful. I felt a deep sense of belonging. I was finally in my sanctuary.

At the time, I was wearing dark brown jeans and an old white shirt stained with the pigment of leaves and smeared with dirt. My brown boots brought up the leaves as I walked. My thick and bushy brown hair had been tied into a very loose ponytail with great difficulty. It was far from the sleek, silky and smooth model hair. Not even like the beautifully thick and curled hair like some models I have seen.

Strands of hair fluttered before me as I gazed up to see a blue sky glowing through the holes between the trees, leaves and branches.

I continued my little trek through the peace. Winding around trees; not sure where I was going. I was really just following a little voice in my head...'Keep walking' it said to me.

Then when I found a clearing, devoid of trees, I realised that the voice was now laughing.

'You actually listened to me.' it giggled.

'What the heck?' I immediately thought.

'Geez, THATS the thanks I get for leading you to this lovely little place.' grumbled the voice, before it disappeared all together.

My mind was silent. No voice.

"That was weird." I said out loud. It echoed around the trees that surrounded the large clearing. No one jumped out to greet me. Good.

I walked to the very middle of the clearing, and spread my self across the soft light green lawn. I turned my head, to have a little white flower kiss my nose. I smiled and gently reached my hand to touch it's soft petals.

Then I looked vertically into the 'roof' of the woods; dark green, light green, brown, and light blue. I loved this little clearing already.

"How lovely..." I murmured to myself. Then I began to hum as I closed my eyes blissfully...

"Hello?"

I quickly sat up, startled to have the peace shatter like glass. I looked around; no one.

"I'm right here!" the voice called again.

 It was that of a young boy. Maybe around my age. I stood up and looked around, spinning.

"Heellooo."

I realised the voice contained trembling, like it's owner was struggling to keep their laughter in. I narrowed my teal eyes.

"Well, since you STILL can't see me...what's your name?"

"I prefer to converse with people I can actually see thanks."

"Awww you aren't any fun." a chuckle followed, "I like the naïve type."

"Well I'm far from naïve thankyou." I snapped with gusto, then began to march back the direction I came.

And that's when the supernatural aspect of Hillwood came into full play. A bright light exploded in my face and temporarily blinded me. I held up my hands to block my eyes, when I found they were tied. Tough, rope like roots bound them. I tripped over something hard, and went flying into the trunk of a tree.

The wind was knocked out of me, and my hips ached. I lay against the side of the tree trunk, gasping.

The forest seemed unaffected. Bird's continued to sing, critters made little noises against the earth.

I looked around slowly, then stood. My legs wobbled. My body ached.

"Perhaps that'll teach you to leave whilst talking to ME."

That's when I finally saw him. He walked out from behind a tree.

He had gorgeous curled brown hair. The locks fell between his eyes that were coloured dark green. He grinned deviously at me.

"Who are you?" I murmured, clutching my aching sides.

"I am Summer." The boy said, pointing to himself, an arrogant grin on his face.

"Isn't that a girl's name?" I mumbled.

The boy let forth a terribly ugly frown that spoilt his beautiful face. "Idiot. My NAME is Zoran. But I AM Summer. Like, Summer itself. The REASON Summer exists. Understand human?"

I started laughing. Off coarse, I was sent flying into a pile of grass, leaves and twigs.

And that's the start of the REAL story, off Hillwood and Zoran.