Pale brown freckles dusted her blushed cheeks as she stood in the snow with nothing but a sweater dress and boots. Her curly ash blonde hair that just passed her jaw was sprinkled with glittery snowflakes. She was beautiful. Was, being the key word...
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The murmur of a woman's voice was silenced behind my thoughts and the rain, a shiver ran down my arm as someone stroked it softly. I looked up with swollen eyes to see my mother's face with a sad smile. I couldn't help but wipe a stray tear from her unnaturally pale cheeks. Then I looked back to what looked to be Skipper's aunt. She read aloud a story she wrote about one of her favorite memories with Skipper. The trees seemed to hunch over as the rain poured upon them and the people around me. My hair stuck to my face. I felt so tired. Like the weight of the weary feeling was a weight, too tired to feel, too tired to care, too tired to hurt anymore. Some days I wondered what it would be like to hurt like Skipper did.
The morning sun peeked its golden eyes through my window, a stretched carefully just realizing Skipper was fast asleep on my chest. I couldn't help but fiddle with some of her stray blonde locks. A smile rested on my slightly chapped lips. Soon the cool morning air was filled with the chirping of birds and the quiet hum of my mother cooking in the kitchen. It seemed it was too soon when her grey eyes slowly opened, their sparkle was filmed over with grogginess. Quietly she rubbed the sleep from her eyes then peeked up at me, "Morning," She whispered since her voice wasn't fully awake yet. "Good morning Skip." I found that Skip was the funniest in the morning, "Aye aye Captain." She would joke in a quiet voice.
Her head still gently laid on my chest and I ran my fingers lightly up and down her curved back. "Ya know, I can tell why people think we're dating." Surprise filled my face then I chuckled along with her. I so wished I could call her mine, other than just my best friend. I want her to be my soul mate. Skipper beamed up at me before slowly sitting up and stretching. Her belly showed from under her pajama shirt which was a worn and ripped nirvana shirt. I reached out and tickled her, her loud quirky laughs filled the quiet space of my room.
"Good morning you two," My mother would say with a smile. When Skipper looked away she winked at me and I scoffed. Soon we were eating our breakfast at the table, "Dad leave already?" I asked with a mouthful of pancakes. Mom raised an eyebrow then I quickly finished my bite. "Excuse me, Dad leave already?" Skipper chuckled at my bad manners as she took a bite of eggs. "Yes, he was needed early." Her expression saddens slightly, we have always struggled slightly with money so it meant we didn't see dad as often. Suddenly her expression looked very upset, "Oh my Skipper I'm so sorry. She slowly reached for the maple syrup bottle and butter to take the pieces of bacon off of her plate. Skipper laughed quietly, "It's quite alright Mrs. West." She smiled, My mother often forgot that Skipper was a vegetarian. "Demeter, please." She spoke as she placed the bacon on a plate for my younger sister, Amelia. "Amelia! Hurry up and get down here!" She yelled and I was too late to cover my ears. Skipper laughed even more at my reaction.
My sister was nine almost ten, she loved to play with barbies and do my makeup while I was asleep. She ran down the stairs with a pink tutu and a bright neon orange shirt, "Amelia, you are not wearing that to school photos come on." She shrugged with a smile before grabbing a plate and wedging a chair in between Skipper and I. "Excuse you." I spoke annoyed. "Someone's gotta keep some distance between you lovebirds." Skipper chuckled along with my mother as I glared at her. "Well, what if I don't want a whiney nine-year-old to sit between Skipper and me." I said mimicking her 'professional' voice. "Life's not always fair dear brother," She copied my words, I always said that whenever she started crying over not getting what she wanted. Of course with dear sister instead of brother.
The sound of stomping and screaming children filled my young ears as I looked around the playground for Skipper, It was the second year I had known her. I have moved up a grade last year into second grade. Skipper was the only one who didn't call me nicknames or throw paper balls at me.
With her giggly laugh she waved me over under a tree, I ran over and before I knew it she had tackled me to the ground. "I win." We continued to wrestle until the loud bell sounded for us to rush back to class.
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