365 ways to get to you

Monday

Hi It's Phoebe here, Phoebe lily. I realise you know absolutely nothing about me yet, so let me tell you. I lived in Idaho in a small town called Burley, sure it's not the prettiest of places but it's got a great view from the balcony in my room especially when you're in the market at sun rise it's gorgeous all the soft warm red and orangey colours sum-urging into one beautiful copper blush shade. I'd often wake up some mornings and think the sky's on fire, it obviously isn't but the colours so intense it seemed that way. Except not today. Today the sky is dark navy blue. Close to black but not quite dark enough, it's raining today, I always thought rain was like god crying. I like when it rains here because this town is so dead and dry looking it needs a bit of moisture every once in a while.
It's 06:15 am, and I'm about to go out hunting for some squirrels to bring home, it's illegal to hunt here but I do it anyway because I have nothing better to do with my time. There's a dock' outside my house so I usually grab a boat from there and row my self across the lake and make my way to the woods. I've been going to those woods my whole entire life and I can't stop now besides nothing bad is going to happen while I'm there, nobody goes to the woods anymore. Nobody even has a life anymore, they're to preoccupied with modern technology and like I said I know this place inside out, I know it better than I know my self.
Anyways so I get across the lake finally, I take a breath of that sweet grassy air and take a stroll, as I walk past the huge 10 feet tall trees and reach my hand out slightly in hope that I touch the rough ridges of the bark.
I finally spot the main thing I came for, the squirrels, rare squirrels, red ones! I make sure to take another deep breath in of the sugar yet greeny like air and reach down to my thick dark brown leather boot which is where I carry my pocket knife, once I feel the sharp edges of the knife touching the soft skin of my fingers I quickly grab the blade and sharply throw it at the fluffy tailed creature. I missed and it hurried away.
I then run back to my boat and make my way home, take a quick shower and get ready for school.

Another day at the one place i hate more than my home, so it's now 08:01 am, and I'm currently sitting at the breakfast table thinking about why do adults feel the need to send us there but my thoughts were very rudely interrupted my the rather loud horn of the great big yellow school bus that was sitting outside my home, so I grabbed my bag, threw it over my shoulder and ran outside and then made my way to the bus. When I got inside I felt everybody gaze at me. It was ummm... how do I say this? An uncomfortable experience. I made my way to the back of the bus where all the science weirdos sat, I wouldn't call them friends but we spoke to eachother and that was good enough for me.
I watched everybody else walk inside the vehicle and claim their seats. Most of them sitting beside a boyfriend etc, to be totally honest I didn't care much about sharing my life with somebody else (a boy). That was until I saw Christopher Grey', a new boy that I didn't know one single thing about. He moved here last week all the way from New Orleans. He was white. Pale as paper. His jawline, sharp as a blade. His lips were average but hid top lip which he would often bite, was shaped as like a heart. His eyes. Ughh his eyes were brown with a hint of gold. His nose was a cute button nose. His hair was a soft light brown with blonde highlights and he had freckles dotted all around his god like face, he also had a strong thick neck and nice cheek bones which I never usually notice on a person but did seem to notice on this one particular boy. Not one flaw to be found until he opened his mouth. His words were cruel words of anger. But he just looked so perfect standing there with his big smile. You could tell that me and him are complete opposites.
I have bright blonde Curley hair. A rather large nose that you can see from miles upon miles away. A thin scrawny neck and physique. Large, pale and crusty lips that make me look like im malnourished. And bright blue almond shaped eyes. But my words were wise and not only that but also kind and always will be. But like I said complete opposites. A boy like him would never even bother to learn my name let alone look at me or compare how different we are but did that ever stop me from dreaming. Well after what is about to happen then yes it kind of did but mostly no it didn't.

After the one hour bus journey to school I gulped, took a deep breath and walked out side the yellow bus and said "thank you" to the school chauffeur. And... that's all I can remeber from that day... all I know is I fainted.