Eternity's Garden

Chapter 4; A Smudge On The Face Of The World

(AN//: Hope you enjoy this chapter! This song doesn't belong to be, it is Katy Perry's "Not Like The Movies")

I violently hit the snooze button on my alarm clock and peal the bed clothes off my body. I sit up and debate whether or not I should have a shower, but after deciding I should – I grab my scrunched-up uniform off the floor and head to the bathroom. After a long boiling hot shower, and changing into clothes and throwing a beanie over my head instead of brushing my hair, I pick up my keys and drag my feet out the door on the three kilometres walk to school.

Once arriving I trudge wearily to my locker, grabbing out my English Literature folder and head off to class knowing full well that no one will be there yet. With twenty-three minutes until the bell, I pulled out a brown leather covered notebook and started humming. After writing down the music to the tune I was humming I started to put words to it.

"Snow-White said when I was young,

One day my prince will come.

So I'll wait for that date.

They say it's hard to meet your match,

Gotta find my better half.

So we make perfect shapes.

If stars don't align,

If it doesn't stop time,

If you can't see the sign,

Wait for it.

One hundred percent,

Worth every penny spent.

He'll be the one that

Finishes your sentences.

It's not like the movies, oh,

But that's how it should be, yeah.

When he's the one,

You'll come undone,

And your world will stop spinning,

And it's just the beginning..."

I hear a light clapping sound coming from behind me. I turnaround slowly, not knowing who the person is. A short, olive-skinned girl from my lit class is smiling at me and giving me what can only be described as a 'golf clap.' Her large brown eyes widened as if she was caught doing something she wasn't meant to do.

"I'm sorry. I just heard you singing and-" I cut her off and smile at her.

"Don't worry about it. I was just writing some stuff." I keep smiling and put my note book away. The girl's mouth drops almost to the floor. I blink my eyes at her and tilt my head to the right – in my usual overly confused gesture.

"Rosaline? As in 'The Infamous Rosaline?' who was at Maddie's party last year and was the undisputed champion of... Never mind - What happened to you?" The girl squinted at me and scrutinized my appearance, only now recognising my speaking voice.

"What? Rosaline Juliet Brayven, at your service." I do a small bow and smile at the girl. She blinks twice at me and her darkly lined eyes bulge almost out of their sockets. I don't understand why this chick's surprised at me. I sing all the time in class – must be the fact that I'm early. I did leave the house at 7:30 this morning instead of 8:00.

After seeing shocked faces of my English Literature classmates and a very quiet, unresponsive Violet, she must have realised that arriving early is a big thing for me – since I never do. At recess I head with Violet to our spot, only remarking on the weather, (blue skies and not a cloud in sight!) and then Ang sees me.