Willow is not a normal teenager, she's a hippie. When a new student arrives she starts falling for him, but he is way out of her league as he starts becoming popular and she's still a down to earth girl.
She starts losing herself while trying to kee...
I wake up to the sound of the chirping birds outside. It looks like another beautiful summers day as I see the sun beams shining through the window. My room is lit up in a golden yellow colour. Oh how I love mornings, a new day, a new beginning.
I slowly crawl out under the quilt and out of bed, making my way to the closet.
Dressed in one of my favourite floral T's and vintage shorts, I walked down stairs to the kitchen and sat at the dinner table. "Good morning, darling! What another beautiful day." my mother shouts over the sizzling sound of the eggs.
"Where's dad?" I asked.
"He's outside."
"Already!? It's still early."
"He wants to see what colour scheme paint he needs for his new sunrise painting."
My mother brought me a plate of scrambled egg on toast. We have 4 chickens in our back yard and grow our own crops. We don't go to the supermarket because the food they sell are most likely genetically modified and have dangerous by-products that could effect our health. Lets not start about the packaging!!! All that plastic is going to consume our planet. So yeah, that's why I don't eat cereal.
"Did you sleep well, Willow?" She asked me.
"Yeah, except that I dreamt about failing my art project." I replied.
"Must be the dream catcher you made last week." my mom said sarcastically with a giggle.
"Yeah yeah, I haven't put it up yet."
I rolled my eyes and started eating. If you haven't noticed by now, I'm a hippie. Not just me, both my parents as well. I'm not going through a phase or anything, this is all I know. I was born into it. My father is a painter and my mother teaches yoga classes. We're not your typical, average family.
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As I'm walking to the bus stop, I see a patch of wild daisies in front of someone's house. Their front yard is full of weed and overgrown grass. I picked a daisy and gently tucked it into my braid.
The people staying there, are new around here. They moved in quite recently. As I take a few steps further I hear a guy and an older man yelling at each other from inside the house. I couldn't hear what it was about.
When I arrived at the bus stop I sat on the bench and was soon joined by another student I have never seen at school. He was wearing the latest Nike shoes, typical minion of society. They all look the same, although he was really hot compared to the people in my class. He has fluffy, dirty blond coloured hair. It is a bit messy, but still looks very cute. His eyes are a hazel nut colour and his nose has the cutest curve I've ever seen in my life, fairies could use it as a slide.
He then turned his head and looked at me. Shit, he saw me staring at him and probably thinks I'm a weirdo. Don't make eye contact.
