The branches snag on my face, causing large, red, scratches to form. I can hear him setting up down by the stream. Even through the violent sound of the water being thrown about, I can recognize his sound. He sounds like home. I love him. He's perfect. Thyro. 6'4". Curly black hair, shaved on the sides. Lean, muscular. Smart. And ever so kind. And he's mine. I love thinking about it. I love talking about it more.
"Coming out or are you going to just stay there and stalk my," he pauses. "Gorgeous tanned self? I don't mind" he ends with a chuckle. I can feel my cheeks turning beet red. How long did he know I was there for?
I push away the rest of the branches, and step into our meadow. Another thing I like to say. And think.
His crooked smile lights up our surroundings, the dimple on his left cheek showing. My eyes are drawn to his wooven straw basket, with sandwiches, juice, and you guessed it, cake. It was my birthday. And I couldn't wait for my present.
"Happy 18!" And I'm wet. My hair. I curled it. Now, it is covered in a thick, pink, sludge.
"Ewwwww!" Then I reach up, grabbing a handful of the sticky goop, and throw it. At. His. Face. He Holler's in discomfort, and pulls out some shampoo and cloths. Handing me the shampoo, he starts to work on his own globby mess.
My auburn hair swirls around the rocks as my head dips into the stream. Little minnows parade by, swerving around my mess of hair. I lather up, and rinse. Brush bristles fall to the mossy ground while I comb. Reaching for a cloth, I try to dry my hair, to no avail.
Plopping to the ground my hand wraps around a cucumber and mustard sandwich, and I squeak. The sandwich hits him square in the nose, and we both burst out laughing. His throughty voice is so soothing. I look this time, and grab the maple pancake and sausage sandwich.
Digging in, an apple juice is sat in front of me, Thyro grabbing his own can while chewing. We sit there in silence, eating, drinking, and content. When we're full, he pulls out some cards. Skip-Bo cards, to be exact. After a couple of rounds, we grow tired. I tie my shoes up, and we pack all our stuff together.
The flashlight shines on our well trodden path, and reveals our tree house. I sigh, happy memories flooding my head. We built it two years ago, in the summer. I climb the ladder, reaching down for our basket when I reach the top. Placing the basket in our makeshift kitchen, I land on one of our, "beds." Thyro enters just after I situate myself, and sits down beside me, hand on my thigh. I'm overly conscious of his presence, and I jerk away, my face a deep, deep red. He looks at me quizzically, but just sighs.
"Sorry. You just scared me." The words come out of my mouth with a fake smile, me knowing I'm not fooling anybody.
He leaves and goes to the bathroom, a tree outside with a makeshift curtain around it. It's perfect because it has a little cut-out in the tree we use for soap and a water jug. He enters, pajamas on, and folds the covers of his bed around himself. "Goodnight Kerris." Oh lord, now I've hurt his feelings. "I love you." My heart soars. This boy, is perfect.
"Love you too."
I leave to change, and relieve myself before bed. On my way to the tree, I hear footsteps. The crunch of leaves alert me. My breathing hitches, and my heart stops. Spinning around, I scan the area around me for my intruder. A squirrel. I'm going crazy. Sighing in relief, I turn my body around.
And scream.
"Hello." There's a man. He's tall, probably taller than Thyro. His smirk stretches across his face, black eyes lighting up with my reaction. What if he kills me!? I'm all alone, nobody will come to me. Oh shit. OhshitohshitohshitohshitohSHIT! Fight or flight. I try to run but he's ahead of me in the blink of an eye. Not even. What the fuck? Who the hell is this guy? Grabbing my petite form, my hair softly swirls around me. And we're not in the woods. Not anymore. Towering above me, is a sky scraper, one if the taller amongst the city. How the hell are we in the city!? Holy shit!
The next moment, my hair is swirling. I brace myself, ready for the next hallucination. That's what it has to be right? A hallucination. It must. Now we're inside. A prison cell. Wait. No, I'm inside a prison cell, the man is outside the prison cell. And before I can open my mouth to speak, my world turns black.
Hey! Hope you like it so far. This is my first science fiction book, and I've only got a chapter done. (Obviously) it is unedited. Sorry for my typos, but I would like to hear all if my grammar mistakes. Thanks! To anybody who's read this far, and on a new book, thanks!! It would mean the world to me if you vote(click on the star at the bottom) and comment(hold a paragraph and chick the orange speech bubble)! Thanks so so much!
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Science FictionYou probably think you're human. You're not. Kerris John. She lives in Alberta. A quant little town. Small. Perfect. Or so she thought. The apocalypse, the one nobody thought would ever really happen, cause that was just in books...
