(the song I've linked is kinda a longtime thing me and Hannah play when we edit/work on these books)
Larenna dreamed of her dream boy. It was a great dream, especially since she had never been asked out. Hell, it was a great dream until the ringing began. It happened every day except for the weekend, a day off to dream away without interruption; her alarm clock. The poor thirteen year old already knew her dream guy would vanish as he did every day other than the weekend at 6:00 AM. Her sea green eyes awoke to a start. She got up, still rubbing them to adjust to the morning light gleaming through her windows.
After she got dressed, she brushed her ratty hair, the mousy brown color knotted from a good sleep. Larenna's mother called for her. "Coming!" said Larenna.
It was Friday, Larenna's favorite day for the fact of no homework, and the excitement for the weekend to come.
She sat at school, staring at the clock impatiently, waiting for what seemed like forever for school to get out. Her leg shook and tapped anxiously and her ears accepted nothing from the outside world, all that tried to brake the barrier only reflected off. As the teacher spoke, his words weren't anything but a TV show running in the background on low volume as your attention was turned to somewhere distant.
The end of the day killed any last energy, a mind whose gas tank was empty. Nothing could be soaked in at the end of the day except for the wave of thoughts about the weekend. The coziness of the couch and relaxing as long as possible was a desire that never could be filled all the way.
Durina, her best friend, broke her out of her thoughts. "Renna," She called out from a few desks away, too far away. "Renna!"
"What?" Larenna snapped, irritated with the interruption of rest.
"Someone's in a great mood," Durina rolled her eyes and scoffed with a hint of laughter. "Might as well not ask if you wanted to hang out then, if you're so terribly in misery." A smirk crawled across her face.
Larenna immediately shook up into a different face, a face of happiness. "Of course." She smiled.
*
Matt was early to school, as always. His gray hat was over his dark brown hair, as always. He lingered off to the side, only speaking to those who spoke to him first, as always. He smiled with a welcoming fire, a flashier white than other smiles because of how it reflected against his tan skin, as always. Most everything in his life was as always. He wanted something new, a difference, but it never came. It gave him less emotion. Only Lark, his best friend, could make him crack a smile, or laugh. It wasn't fair. He wanted something fresh and new, but it wasn't there. He couldn't seem to find it. At least he had sports. Football and basketball were his life, and he always got the slam dunks, the goals, the praises. He got the looks, the intelligence, the girls. He was a boy's wannabe, and he didn't even try, nor want to be. The girls all loved him, yet none of them attracted him. Why were they all the same? It seemed the faces were all the same, shades of each others, ones that wouldn't change. A drawn through post-it-note pad that you could press your finger on and run through the pages, only slight differences to each page, none distinguished among the others.
He did have his hazel eyes on one page, one that wasn't part of the original notepad. An entirely different girl, one worth the sight. Durina. The name itself was a song, the beat that kept his heart pumping. Her hair was a dirty blonde, brown, and rusty color that coordinated perfectly with her teddy bear brown eyes that sparkled with rays of the sun, a mix of milk chocolate and gold. No fools gold within the mixture, only a golden brown that you could get lost in, a gold mine that you wanted to search and find and possess.
