Discolored

Chapter 2 - Early Morning

 Authors Note: Hello, all! So, this chapter rather descriptive... It's one of those chapters that needs to be there so that others things are properly set up to happen in the future (if that makes any sense, haha). So, if at any point you think "Ugh, why so much description of things??" That would be why. Thank you for the reads!! <3 -emylouwho

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 A few rays of morning light flooded through Becca’s bedroom window, washing the room with streaks of sunshine dyed purple due to her slightly transparent curtains. Her three, cream colored walls turned lilac, letting the light bounce off of her sand-colored carpet. On her one lime-green wall, pictures surrounded by floral frames hung neatly to the left of and around her white door. Under the pictures was a lightly stained wood desk, with papers in neat piles upon it. Her ceiling fan hung still, not expecting to move until late spring. The only sound, as Becca lay sleeping, was the distant whir of traffic from the early morning rush.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a ukulele melody resonating from Becca’s phone. Groaning, she rolled herself onto her side, blindly fumbling for the source of the noise. Locating it, she flipped the device open, disabling the alarm. With a silent yawn, Becca stretched and sat up, running her fingers through her bangs. Even though every fiber in her being was begging her to lay back down and continue her slumber, she pushed her brown comforter and pastel pink striped sheets off of her. Having every intention of starting her morning routine, she dragged herself off her mattress, only moving a few feet before she heard her phone go off again. Sighing in frustration, she walked back over to her nightstand and picked up the device, furrowing her brow at the unidentified number on the text.

Hey, darling! :) Meet me outside in 20? - Rhys

Becca raised both of her eyebrows, suddenly feeling the electric buzz of motivation course through her. Now fully awake, she practically flew out of her door to wash her face. 

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Grabbing an apple out of a bowl on her kitchen counter, Becca pulled on her button-down coat. Quickly, she glanced down at her outfit: a white, long-sleeved shirt with thin, navy blue, horizontal stripes, paired with dark wash jeans and a thick black belt around her waist. Slipping on her pair of black Uggs, she slung her backpack over her shoulder. As she approached her front door, she glanced over to the right into her mother’s office.

The lamp light was still on, as was the screen-saver on the desktop computer. Her mother was slumped forward, her head on the desk as she snored quietly, her glasses lopsided on her face. The resemblance between her and her daughter was recognizable, with the same hair color apart from the lack of gray in the teenager’s locks. They also had the same face shape, but Becca’s mother’s features were worn and tired from constant late nights trying to find some means of employment. After being laid off six months ago, she started religiously scouring newspapers and the internet for an office job that paid well. A few interviews had gone on, but no luck regardless. After thinking for a moment, Becca walked back to the kitchen and laid out the things needed to make a cup of coffee. Rationing the amount of beans out into a measuring cup, she set everything in front of the coffee maker. Smiling to herself, she scribbled a quick message onto a sticky note.

Hey, Mom. There’s some cereal in the pantry if you need it. I figured you’d want something to wake you up. I love you, and hopefully I’ll see you when I get home.

XOXO - Becca

Satisfied, she made her way back to the front door. A bought of wind hit her as soon as she opened it, making her shiver and squint slightly. Whatever sunlight that had been flooding into her room before was covered by thick, gray clouds, giving everything a slightly gray tint. God, I hate the winter, she thought to herself. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked across the road, smiling as she located the boy she was looking for.