I woke the next morning from the light shining through the branches of the trees. I stretch my arms and look around. I fell asleep here last night. Would my mom have been worried about me? What about my dad? Would they have let me do the things I have if they were here? The sun cought my blonde hair carefully. It was matted. I looked back to the place where I had slept in the hay, the ground had an imprint of my body. I pulled out my phone. 11:47. I scrolled through my contacts as I did every morning looking for that one name.
Niall Penguin. That was his contact name. I took a deep breath and waited while the phone wrang and wrang. I knew there would be no answer, I just called to heaar his voice, his laugh.
"Hello hahahaha its niall!!!" He said while laughing. I remember recording this. "AND PRESLEY!!" I scream in the background. "Were ummm... Hehehe, busy living life... SO CALL BACK LATER!!!" He scream into the phone, laughing. "Yeah!!!" I add in at the end. The message ends with both of us breaking into laughter. Then cuts off with a beep.
I sigh as the message is over. I remember that day, 3 years ago. He was 19 and i was 17. We were face painting, while he was talking I would mess up. I smile at the ground and pick up my bag from the ground. I look down and have dirt covering my black jenes. Time to go to the store anyways.
I begin to follow my path through the golden hay. I make my way down and loo at myself in the small stream. My hair was matted and My clothes and face had dirt on them from sleeping on the ground...I looked like a homeless rice farmer with my black jenes clinging to me and my overly large plad shirt buttoned un-evenly. Dirt everywhere. I slip off my bag and throw my brown boots off and into a pile. I bend on mt knees and reach for a handfull of water. I cup my hands and dip them in the warm crystel water.I rub my face ridding of any remnants of makeup.
I stand up strightly and look back to my reflection. Something shimmering cought my eye. It was a small silver fish doing flips out of the water. The shine of its fins reminded of the hints of silver that danced in the depths of his dark blue eyes.
Thoes eyes... Thats what I'll never forget... They were saphire blue, always laughing with delight as they view the world as a farietale. When he was his best mood they were always bright... When he was in the dumps they would always turn smurf blue. When he would be sad, I would call him smurf because of it.
We would always make fun of eachother. My nickname was plum, From my purple eyes. We would always study eachother. Just look. His blue eyes. My blonde hair. His smile. My crater dimples. His blonde hair. My purple eyes.
He was always facinated with eyes. Mine more then others. I have Alexandria's Genesis. Its where when I was born my eyes were blue but as I aged they would turn purple.
I wanted to be an eye doctor. Niall and I have always had a fasination with eyes and the structure of a face. He on my face. And I on his.-
I snapped out of my train of thoughts when I heard a loud car horn. I looked up and realized I was already out of the clearing ,out of the woods and onto the main road.
"WATCH WHERE YAR GOIN WILL YA?!?" An angry red man screamed from his to small car. His thick Jersey accent showing through.
I nod and continue walking home to my tiny, and I mean TINY apartment. One room with a kitchen and bed. I had to share the community shower. I wouldnt say I was the richset person alive, that would be a complete lie. I was one of the most poor. I had holes in my warn out chucks and leaky water from god knows where from the room above me. I was almost home, when I saw something on the ground.
Missing persons report. There was a girl to be about 16 with red hair and green eyes. Her name was Blue Eagle. What a cool name. I stare at the paper some more, shove it into my pocket then continue home.
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I stepped into my front door. It smelled of a mixture between sweet perfume and sock... I walked through the tiny room, the floor squeaking every step of the way. I kicked off my shoes, and threw my bag. I walked to the bed and ploped down with a loud squeak.
I pulled out my phone, and hold it with my arms stright out above my head, while I scroll through twitter. I look over to the clock and see the time. 1:00... WORK. Well... job more like it.. I love water, im always in water. But I cant be a life guard anymore. Not sense then.
Now I just clean the pool before it opens, as you may tell the pay sucks. But my boss gives me extra so I can eat. Not unless I make him angry... And thats just what he was going to be if I didnt hurry up and get to work.
I jumped up and to my closet. I pull out my red bathing suit and yank off all of my clothes. I rummage through looking for shorts. I pull on my suit and begin pulling up my pants. My phone blared its annoying ringtone. I wobble to my bed and put the phone between my shoulder while I pull up my pants. "Hello?" I say fast while holding the phone correctly and pull on my shirt. I run to grab my shoes from the door.
"You're late..." My boss says patiently. I gulp.
"Im on my way!" I respond as politly as I can to the grubby man.
"You had better be." He warned carefully.
I roll my eyes and head out the front door.
