2) Zoey's 101
I inhaled some of the ice cool air and shivered. Damn, it's really cold for a summer morning I can almost see my breath, and of course then there's my late ride. Who's making me freeze my ass off even longer, Not cool dude, not cool.
I shook the cold off and began playing playing (well blasting actually) the music on my headphones. I began to quietly whisper the lyrics,
Lay beside me, under wicked sky
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives
The door cracks open but there's no Sun shining through
Black of heart scarring darker still, but there's No Sun shining through
No there's no Sun shining through
No there's no Sun shining
After that line I started singing gradually louder, enjoying the beat of the music in my ears.
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired I stand alone
Could you be there, cause I'm the one that waits for you
Are you unforgiven too?
I swore I heard someone singing the last verse with me, looking behind me and saw nothing. I just shrugged it off. Maybe I'm being a tad bit paranoid, after all I am having a pretty tough week. Not to mention Adrian. He didn't deserve all of this... he is just a good kid.
After a while I knew my friend was a no-show, but I shrugged it off. I figured I'd skip today anyway to see Adrian, even if I had to sneak in to visit him.
After a bit of walking I felt something in my pocket buzzing loudly. My phone. I answered it hesitantly "Hello?" It took the person a few seconds to answer "Hello, this is the police department, we were wondering if you could come in to answer any of our questions pertaining to the Meddlocks."
I had no idea how they got this number but hey, answering some questions wouldn't hurt if it meant the one responsible for this would be put to justice. "Sure I'll be right there, I don't have a ride though, my friend usually picks me up but she didn't show today."
The woman's voice spoke up "Oh, that must be Zoey right? She's at the station answering questions too. Don't worry about the ride either, we'll send someone to pick you up" The call ended and I just plopped myself down on the curb and waited.
What a day.
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The police station was a mess, everything was in chaos. Mixed papers were flying around, phones were ringing off the hook, crowds of people were either, shouting, crying, or a mixture of both at once. I shook my head and went to the front desk.
A man was standing idly by at the front desk looking at a magazine, flipping it occasionally, he paid no attention to me. I cleared my throat. He looked down and glared at me "Are you here for the questioning?" he said in monotone, I nodded curtly
"Take a seat over there then" he grunted and pointed to the chair next to someone farmiliar. Zoey. I narrowed my eyes and marched down there "Where the fuck were you?" her jaw slacked open and gave me a "cute" response.
"What do you mean, where was I, I thought the police woman told you I was here answering questions" she said innocently, her baby blue eyes peeking at me. "What about your phone? You could have called me!" I shouted frustratingly. Her mouth opened with protest but then closed shut "Oh..." was her genius response.
Well, I suppose that's what I get for having a blonde like her as a friend, but typically she isn't like this. Save, when she drinks that is, then all of her good intentions are thrown out the window. I shook my thoughts of the distractions and started to focus on the real problem. She left me out there for two hours and didn't even give me a call or a text, I mean what if I was raped?!
I said nothing to her as I took the seat next to her and started rubbing my temples from all of the noise. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I'd rather be in school right now. That though made me smile crooked. Ah school, the place where hopes and dreams are smashed like your favorite snow-globe, and the real world comes into play.
That is where I met Zoey.
__-8 Year Old Renora-__
The playground scared me. Too many boys and girls jumping and hopping around, besides, even at this age I hated to be around big crowds of people.
I shook my little head and wandered over to a muddy creek, I grinned and started hopping on the stones one by one. I heard chirping and tweeting, even some croaking. Wait croaking? I looked around and found a small toad and I laid my hand on the ground next to it.
The toad eagerly jumped into my hand and croaked happily "I think I'll name you Harold" I said to the little toad and held him safe in my hands. I looked over and saw a little girl sitting near a big oak tree, she was looking up and blowing air at the falling leaves of Autumn.
Funny, I remembered her being so concentrated on doing that, I came up to her and asked why was she doing that. The look she gave me was of total disbelief "I'm doing this so no more leaves will fall and so this tree won't die, I don't like when things die!" She said exclaimed hysterically
I shook my head at her and explained to her that the trees themselves didn't actually die they just go into hibernation "Like bears do?" she asked curiously and I nodded "Like bears do, except a little bit different" That seemed to calm her down a little bit.
"Hey want to see something cool?" I asked her and her blonde head bobbed up and down eagerly" Okay, close your eyes hold out your hand and don't freak out" I put Harold in her hand and she opened her eyes.
She grinned crazily "I love him! What's his name?" she asked "Harold" I told her and her face scrunched up, like she was thinking "Oh and by the way what is your name?" I told her that my name was Renora but that she could give me a nickname, she told me that hers was Zoey.
And for a crazy blonde haired eight year old girl, that name oddly suited her.
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"Miss Penton?" ... "Hello, Miss Penton?"
I was shook out of my reminiscing by a mocha skinned woman with a police officer badge on. "Oh sorry, I was spacing out." I felt my face turn red under her gaze, she just laughed and gave me a small smile. "Quite alright dear, I'm Officer Gaia and I am here to ask you a few questions" with that I followed her into the large room.
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