Observer

Water

Beverly closed the lid of her laptop and placed it on the side. She closed the room door, switched off the light and climbed into her bed. Little drops of water dotted the pillow. Each raindrop, slowly soothing her into a deep sleep.

Light blinded her eyes as they opened, the curtain was closed but it was so bright outside. She checked the time on her illuminated phone screen. "7:40am. Saturday. Oh. I can't believe i was up so late"she sighed and scrolled on her screen. A bad habit, waking up to a screen instead of going outside. She looked through Facebook and Daily mail. Again she chuckled at the pathetic attempt of news and she then did some online shopping. "Nothing new. Yet they send me thousands of emails" muttering to herself she slipped off the side of her bed and dressed herself. Beverly looked into Amethyst's room. The purple bed duvet was rolled messily on the floor. She closed the door and went into the bathroom. Washing her face and brushing her teeth, she then decided to look in the mirror.  Salty residue was around her eyes and underneath a droop of dark bags. Nose dry and face pale. It looked like she was half dead. Again she washed her face and moisturised it.

Opening her cupboard, piles of clothes poured out and instead she decided to choose the outfit she wore yesterday. Black jeans, blue and white striped jumper and pair of leather tennis shoes. Tying her hair into a tight bun, the curls twisted around and stretched. The curls straightened and once again her hair was in the classic bun. Being a mixed race child meant that your hair was curly, skin uneven and you wanted to have straight hair. But that changed she wanted her curls back, she wanted her brown beautiful skin and she didn't want to be like everyone else. She walked downstairs where Amethyst was munching on soft, dark Belgian cookies as she looked at the tv. "Hi Amethyst. Get ready for swimming!" Beverly  gestured towards the swimming bag and threw it to Amethyst. "Get changed. Come on. Now"Beverly urged Amethyst to change into her costume. Beverly exited the silver sitting room and sat in the kitchen.

Click. The kettle popped and the water boiled as a teabag containing berry granules floated in the water boiling water. Beverly opened the cupboard and picked up the other packet of cookies. Beverly stirred the hot herbal tea as she bit into the cookie. The tea burned the back of her throat but she still gulped it down. Chewing it the Belgian cookie and the tea tasted awfully strange together. Beverly twisted the cookie around her mouth but the two flavours repelled each other. She spat the cookie into the bin and spilled the tea into the sink.

Beverly and Amethyst packed the swim bag and Beverly's father came down stairs. "What have you both eaten?"he asked concerned about Amethyst mainly, she was swimming and she needed the energy. "Cookies and milk."Amethyst looked at their father, he smiled and said "Come on you guys come into the kitchen for a real breakfast." Amethyst looked happy but she then added "I'm not really hungry. I just want two sausages" Beverly's father cooked the sausages and beans with toast. She pushed the plate and said " I already had breakfast." Beverly's father left the plate there he didn't question her for he knew she was going to eat lunch later. Beverly had been eating, but her lower abdominal region felt as if a knife was being slashed across it. Wincing in pain she went to sit on the plush sofa. She began to fade away slowly but she shook her head. Weariness of sleep drifted away. She had stayed up too late online but she knew each weekend even though she promised to herself that she wouldn't go to bed so late she did.

Amethyst, Beverly and their father climbed into the car. Black, solid seat instantly scorched her skin as she sat in. " ouch. These seats are so hot.. Can we open a window?" Beverly asked her father as Amethyst sat in her car seat. "Yes go ahead" he pushed a button and the cool breeze entered the car. It was refreshing, they reversed out of the stony driveway and headed down the road. Amethyst was talking to their father about swimming as Beverly looked at the passing figures and places. Thick glass canvas was painted with bright chromes of blurriness. It let you decide what was reality as the freshly painted picture was ripped and a new painting was framed. Beverly pinched her fingers in between of her forehead where a huge amount of pressure had built.