Seeping Into Reality

Snow

There she was, staring at her book with a lost look in her stardust purple eyes.

Plain and simple, I hate her.

I don't understand how the teacher could not possibly think something is up when her creative writing papers are about fifty pages long...

But that's not the issue I have with her.

I've resented her since we were kids. All because of what she did. And I hate her more now than I did then.

Olympia looked around in amazement, as if she were seeing something no one else did. Which was absolutely ridiculous. No one can see ghosts. Its just a pile of crap people make up in order to scare people or to try to make friends.

I didn't realize how angry I was until I snapped my pencil in half...whoops...

During the rest of the day, I saw Olympia wandering around the hallways in some sort of daze. As if her reality was a dream.

As if. Like, let's be real here, if there really were fairies and dragons one would thing everyone else would be seeing them too.

But walking home, I saw her look out of the bus window like she just saw that a dinosaur had just crushed the school. What was wrong with her?

I didn't even want to know. Olympia wasn't there for me, so why should I be there for her?

Getting home, I turn on the TV and settle into the couch with my backpack on the floor. Flipping through channels, I don't see anything that'll hold my attention for more than thirty seconds. Come on, who in their right mind would want to watch an hour long documentary of Fantasy Prone Personality and how it can affect people? Definitely not me. It doesn't matter to me in any way, shape or form.

I began on my homework shortly after, which was done in a matter of minutes. Lack of homework means extra time to do whatever.

I gazed out the window to see the first snowflakes of winter falling to the ground. I smiled at this, knowing that my favorite time of the year had arrived.

I must've lost track of time, because my dad walked in after what had felt like moments.

"Hey Snow," he called from the door. I heard him taking off his coat and putting his keys down on the table next to the entrance to our house.

"Hi dad," I got up off the couch to greet him. "How was work?"

"Stressful and busy," he says with a bored tone. "Do you know how many people showed up today?"

"Dad, I wasn't there. So how should I know?"

"One-hundred and fifty-six." Eyes wide, he adds, "too much work for Janelle, myself and the other three employees."

"Crabby Authors is a growing business, you should start to expect that." I told him.

"I get that, but anyways, how was school?" Dad smiled.

"Same as yesterday." I've always used this excuse because I never wanted to talk about anything personal with my dad. It just hasn't been the same since mom left...

With a swift nod, he walked into the living room and sat in his normal chair. "At least the school days aren't getting worse." He commented before changing the channel to ESPN.

I sat down on the couch again and read my book, because not another word was going to be spoken between us until the game was at halftime.

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Hey lovelies! I just want to give a huge thank you to sarahbellum499, I wouldn't have been able to write this without her input and suggestions before starting this new story. She helped me with bouncing ideas back and forth, so I just wanted to say a quick thank you to her.

Hope you all enjoy the rest of Seeping into Reality!

~Makayla Hegg