I walked passed across the plain of red roses and dancing grass. I can't just snap out of that red head jock on my head. He's just so annoying that I can write a novel of 5 million words describing his annoyance in all pages. I wonder if he had someone who did stay for so long holding on his attitude.
"I hate red!", I pointed at the smiling sun above my silvery shining hair. Wait what? It's actually shining in the sunlight and I can't help but love it. That river could have a perfect ingredient for a powerful shampoo for our world.
The world where not only hair is worse but everyone dwelling above it.
"Well maybe, I love red", I stopped at the sight of bunchy red apples on the right side of the road. I reached out to clung my hand on the branch and carried myself to pick that one big,juicy and shiny apple. That one apple that changed my entire life. Somehow.
I was just an inch away from that desired fruit but the branch cannot hold my weight anymore. Little did I know that it was in a slope leading towards a river of blue tulips and green scented mosses.
In a crack, and flick, and boom!
I rolled down on the slope to the river in a splash that sounded so shamingly stupid. Now where's the fruit? It's still in there! Hanging like a laughing monkey looking me down at my stupidity. Lucky wonderful day. Love, Arcie.
"Perfect!!!", I almost screamed in a musical manner. Putting a tune on the words made it sound less frustrating.
I pulled myself up to the river and sat there like a siren. Leaving my feet playing on the clear crystal water. It's just so odd to think of the silence. That it almost made me deaf at the moment.
Somehow, I felt a little creep on my skin but not enough to make me shake in fright. Maybe I was just imagining.
Imagining of the real sirens dwelling on the deep of this water. I just remembered those sirens the Pirates of the Carribean movie back at my world.
"Sirens! Come and get me! Whooo!", My voice echoed through the woods across the river. I playfully close my eyes and prepared for the siren attacks but it didn't. I slowly opened the apperture of my eye to see a new face looking back at me in a curious look.
My jaw dropped as I scrambled at the grass and immediately pulled myself up screaming.
"Gosh! I'm sorry siren! I'm sorry!", I crawled with my back up on the slope still looking at the guy in front of my eyes.
"What are you talking about?", the guy spoke of an angel voice. He slowly curved a smile which made me creep out a little more.
I managed to pick myself up and I slowly backed off at his expression.
"I'm so sorry. Like really.", I bit my lip and gave him a reassuring look.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about", He flapped his arms to play at the water behind him.
"I mean. Where are the others? Your siren club?", I saw he's totally clueless of actually clueless at all. Or maybe he was just pretending so I can't trust him. The last a man trusted a siren in a movie she bit him on the neck and then the apocalypse started. I need a constant reminder that it was just a movie.
I let out a sigh before looking back at him.
He's gone.
"Where is he?", alertness punched me on the forehead. He's totally gone.
"What are sirens by the way?", I snapped turn on the direction of the voice. The guy's now wearing a pair of unusual jeans but leaving his top body naked. He dried his gray hair with a cloth as he gave me a sweet smile.
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The Past Blinded Future
Fantasy"This is what my wishes did to me. I only wish for a happy life. But I never thought that my family would be the payment of this dream I always had." -Mikhail Arcie
