Their Paradox #Wattys2017

8."Beanie, city, then the key."

drift·ing

verb

1. to be carried slowly by a current

"He was drifting in a sea of his own problems, the ones he had found himself diving into voulentarily.  "

synonyms: waft

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She's sitting in her room thinking.

The way their hands had fit together had felt so strange. The feeling you get when you take notice of the small things in life. Things such as the clouds drifting mindlessly through the sky.

Clouds are to the sky like pages are to a book, yet it seems so odd to watch them in motion. To notice the little vivid white puffs which look faded as if they were worn cloth, decorations against the blue still life paintings in the sky.

His hands were radiating with warmth. His touch both warmed her and scorched her. Her curiosity piqued as she tried to rinse out thus unnatural feeling that swarmed her gut. She wasn't some coded emotionless drone, she could feel Both happy and sad. Mad and nervous. Yet the feeling was all four emotions combined. Somehow, someway this feeling brought an unsteady sensation coursing through her.

The feeling of deja vu.

"Clementine, the social worker is meeting up with us later this month." Says her "mother". Clementine nods, forgetting her 'mother' couldn't see her.

From the way her foster mom drenched herself in alcohol and floated on a cloud of ash, you would assume that clementine would have been moved to a different place. Here is the thing, even though Ms. Jones seemed high most of the time, she was smart.

She distanced herself two weeks away from alcohol before an interview, knowing they would test her. During meet-ups with her social worker, she insists on going to a fancy restaurant.

Mrs.Kimberly (the social worker) thinks she is being wooed over with money and gourmet food (which is not McDonald's) yet she never really asked to see the house personally. Sometimes when Ms. Jones thinks the industry is getting suspicious, she sends them to her sisters' address and the two would meet them there.

The only thing that could save her from this all, was Clementine herself. The girl who never bothered trying. It's decent in her mind, She's gotten used to things around here. Clementine wasn't going to throw away what she saw was a 'get out of a jail free' card by snitching. Whenever Clem had to move, it included new schools. New schools equal new people and Clementine and new people don't match up as you may have guessed by now.

She got up, slipping on a denim dress with a matching black cardigan, deciding to tie her hair in its regular ponytail. She once again slipped on her black bulky shoes, feeling the heavy weight against her. She slips the keys off the small hook in the walkway. She walks out onto the sidewalk to grab the mail. She walks up the steps before she reaches the rectangular box which holds a container for both the library, pharmacy, and her house.

The labeled had been scratched off by her crack head mother who hadn't wanted many people to know who lived under the abandoned joint of a library.

She slips the key into the lock before turning. Inside was three plain white envelopes. She reaches back further and her fingertips brush against cardboard. She turns her arm to the side to pull out an unusual box, scratching her arm against the metal of the mailbox.

After a string of curses from the stinging sensation, she takes a closer inspection of the box.

It was tied together with a yellow crisp ribbon. On one loose part of the ribbon was a small cardboard tag which read,

"Pull Me, And there she will see, what thee was missing times three. Beanie, city, then the key."

After tucking the envelopes in one arm, she tugs at the binding. It falls in her hand gracefully and the box opens. Inside was a small picture.

A small drawing of a red beanie with a small patch on it. The picture looked faded but it was a very realistic looking piece of art.

But who would send her a drawing of a beanie?

Then she hears someone call her name faintly.

♡ Chapter End♡

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