Out she went, swinging her arms as the breeze whipped her golden brown hair around, humming as she did so. Lost in thought, she approached her desired location: a park. A rather little establishment fit with a swing set, slide, and a few monkey bars that seemed rusted over time. Not the most ideal place for a child, but secluded enough for Olive's taste. On the swing set she sat, gently thrusting her feet forward against the ground for steady movement. Breathing in the sweet scent of fall she shut her lids, letting the elements take her in. Being swept over with a breeze that carried the chilly air and fresh aroma. Handle-bars cold to the touch, piercing the warmth of her palms. Only her thoughts could be heard, not even a car or siren. This, was true peace, Olive's prized luxury.
"Olive! Wake up!" David's voice interrupting the slumber of an exhausted Olive. Groaning with drowsiness, she shifted her body away from her father's booming voice that called from her bedroom door. After a few more attempts of repeated shouted, he succeeded in getting Olive awake.
Rubbing her eyes she stumbled to the bathroom, eyes adjusting to the sudden change in lighting. Placing both hands on either side of the sink she glared at the mirror before her. In it, she saw her paled face that screamed exhaustion. Turning on the sink, she splashed water onto her eyes and cheeks, hoping to regain some color back. Succeeding, she continued her daily routine of rummaging through her closet for about 10 minutes to find the "right oufit".
The car eased infront of the brick building that was her high school. Anxiety crept up her neck with a chill, resulting in a shake. "Go on." Her father said, waving his hand toward the door handle. Desperate eyes looked to him from Olive, a stern look of furrowed eyebrows shot back at her. Groaning, she stepped out of the car, backpack slouched over a shoulder. Olive's stomach flip flopped as she took her heavy steps to the door, ignoring wandering eyes laid upon her.
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I'm Gone But You're Still Here
Teen FictionOlive Marianne Parker A girl with blood lust... Her father is dissmissive yet concernced. Anxious yet familiar with the creak of the window signaling his daughter is home. There's a stir, though, when Valerie befriends Olive, a rare sight indeed. H...
