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The smell of dust lingered on the rain splattered pavement after the storm passed two days later. Tessa sat curled up on her house's porch swing that swayed back and forth with the wind pushing it softly. She held her copy of Artificial Colours in both her hands, her eyes scanned the text as she read about  Erin and her odd  artistic mess of a life. 

Tessa always liked reading with the smell of rain still fresh. She'd never known why exactly, either it was the cleanse of the air that prohibited her breathing in oxygen mixed with a high amount of carbon dioxide, because of all the factories and cars burning fuel. Or the fact that it calmed her, it reminded her of a home away from home. 

She sighed, throwing her head back so it rested on the cushion of the swing, before inhaling a deep breath that calmed her aching lungs. Tessa was tired, and stressed. Many events and reasons caused her exhaustion and caused her mind's disruption of relaxation that day.

 She had to babysit her cousin, Jules, and she hated every single moment of it.  The small dark haired, five year old was the perfect definition of a spawn of Satan. With her hair tied into pigtails that sat at the sides of her head, her curls spurting over the plastic band that held her hair back, and with her big, bright, blue eyes, she looked like a little angel. 

But even angels have devils within them, and she was one big bowl of messed up, pure evil. 

Jules almost killed Tessa a couple hours ago.  Maybe Tessa was over-reacting using the word 'kill', it was more like 'severelly injure to the point of almost dying'.

The two of them were baking cookies for Tessa's other cousin,  Jared.  Jules didn't know Jared, frankly because he wasn't related to Jules in any way, since Jules was from Tessa's mother's side. While Jared was a relative of hers from her father's side.

"Yo, Tessie?" 

Tessa stayed silent, her head still rested on the cushion that rested on the porch swing, her eyes were closed and she mumbled a low reply. After she heard the rustle of fabric brushing against itself, and felt a slight touch on her forearm, she opened her eyes and yawned. "Well, isn't someone tired?" 

She glared into Jared's grassy eyes, and pointed at him. "You," she seethed. "are dead to me."

His eyes remained steady and calm, like a willow tree's leaves, the lightest shade of green on sunny days, and the strangest shade when it's raining. He swayed backwards and forwards with the swing helping the movement even more.  

Tessa felt her blood begin to boil, and ached to yell and unconsciously, stab her cousin with her pointer finger. 

"And why is that," he began, and leaned onto the space next to Tessa on the swing. "cousin?" He smirked and stretched his legs out in front of him. 

Tessa slapped him behind the head and narrowed her eyes. "Don't you 'cousin' me. I almost had my hair set on fire because of you!"

Her eyes blazed with annoyance once he simply shrugged.

"Not my fault you can't bake to save your life-- hmm... too soon?" He asked innocently, tapping his fingers on the side of his face, near his jaw. "but, it's true. You truly can't."

"And you obviously don't understand the part were I said 'because of you.'," she retorted and crossed her arms across her chest.

Tessa shivered as a passing wind sent goosebumps all over her arms,  she untangled the small blanket she brought out with her when she left the warmth of her home, and exited to the coldness of the winds. She wrapped the striped, patterned blanket around herself and inwardly smiled.