ALONE

-FOURTEEN-

After the strange incounter with Ian, Mea curled up in her bed, tangeld in her sheets reading books like no tomorrow. Hope In Hand lulled in the background, and somwhere in her cold house, Cheeto the cat was meowing his heart out over soemthing Mea imagined to be utterly stupid. 

Turning up the music to drown out the cat, she saw a message on her phones cracked sceen. It was from Rey, and it read,'I was wondering if you wanted me to start driving you to school.'  

Mea rolled onto her back with the phone held above her head with her thumbs doing a dance around the keys not sure what to press. Did she really want to burrden him with rides? Would her dad be hurt she didnt want to ride with him anymore? Shaking it all off she pressed in a thanking yes, and dropped her phone into the mess of sheets, rolling onto her side again to continue her endless stack of books. Some for school, the rest for distraction.

All but one had bookmarks hanging out of pages, sticky notes dog earred,a dn pages folded all witch ways. But this special book was one she knew by heart, and if you flipped through it, there would be many things highlighted, underlined and circled. She'd never do it to any other book, but this one was the best by far, and the only one she honestly loved. It was the first book she'd read that got her addicted to books. The first one to connect to her. And the only one she'd ever be able to recite word for word.

Tomorrow was Sunday, and snow was going to fall soon, and coat the mountains edged sides, and the roofs would be painted white with fluffly snow flakes never to be repeaded again. That is the only origionality this world has left. And to Mea it was beautiful. Sure it was cold, and wet and it made people stressed out, but people dont take time to really open their eys and see all the wonderful life around them. They don't see the beauty the world is plauged with, becasue their too bussy trying to create whats already there.

Mea rolled out of her sheets, and slipped on a pair of woren moccaison slippers she now wore as shoes. She drapped her camera around her neck and held it close to her. Walking down the stairs she found Cheeto sitting in the kitchen sink being the strange cat he was. Opeing the door, and stepping out into the crisp autumn air, her breath turned white as it danced and disipated. Mea was going to her 'backyard' which felt more like a forest to take pictures of the colourful leaves in the trees and on the ground. She liked the way the sky filed through the naked branches and how it all seemed never ending, yet every single year it ended. Frost lined the veins of the leaves and the branches of the trees, and it sarkled as she captured it through her lense. If you thought to hard about it, the task seemed pointless, then again if you thought about anything too long it would appear the same way.

Hours of picture taking later, she went inside and made a cup of green tea, adding some mint leaves. Then she plugged her camera into her computer and loaded her photos on looking through them. Tommorrow was Sunday. Another day that she'd probably waste away reading...

***AN-I really like this chapter, and I think this is my strongest book. BUt I feel like nobody reads it.***