Blue Mirth

Spectacular

Hi! I know, it's a surprise that there's an author's note here, considering I haven't been writing any notes. the thing is, I feel like author's noted are too repetitive. so, I decided that I'm gonna write one every five chapters. 

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Until chapter ten....

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Ivy Lisa

I stare out the window of the car at everything we pass by. I watch as the street lights, the large multi-purpose field, and a couple of malls are left behind. This town is tiny, with only three or four malls, six football fields, and one town hall, where all the town meetings and events are held. We leave the city and I sit back into my seat. I think about falling asleep, but how embarrassing would that be? You don't just hit the snooze button when someone's with you. I glance at him and noticing that he's too focused on the road, I pull my hood a little closer around my head. I snuggle into a curled-up position and stare at the road ahead. Nobody's on the road right now, which is surprising because it's Thursday. Most people usually skip going to their schools or colleges or workplaces for the sake of long weekends, and go to Emerald City for their mini-vacation.

Emerald City is where all the fun is. It's next to Cerulean Ville, and, we're heading there. Emerald City, while the busiest place on weekends, is also where I work. "So, why you going to Emerald?", John asks, glancing at me and then back at the road. I come out of my jacket-cocoon and sit cross-legged. I don't want to seem rude. "Um, I- I work there?", I say, like it's a question. Not a lot of people know where I work. Only The Trio, and now John. He looks interested.

"What? Where?"

"At the Lush."

"That theatre?"

"Yeah."

He whistles in acknowledgement and looks sideways at me. There's slow traffic in front of us – Oh... so that's where the world is right now, stuck in this jam – so I don't have to tell him to mind the road. "That's cool.", he says, his voice a little quiet. I'm not a fan of quiet voices, because they creep me out and get me worried. So, I open the window and increase the volume of the music. "I guess so. Don't tell anyone that okay? That's supposed to be classified information.", I shout over the harmony. He smiles at my loudness.

"Sure."

"Do you work?"

"Not currently, but I really want to."

"What do you want to do?", I ask, interested now. He considers this for a few seconds and then answers, "I don't know yet. I was thinking maybe Starbucks or Target or something. But that just doesn't seem good enough."

"Starbucks sounds fine for someone who's still deciding."

"Yeah, but what after that? Where do I want to go in life?"

"I don't know. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?"

"Something that lets me travel. I want to see the world. Get away from here."

"This place isn't so bad, you know?"

"I know. But I feel like I'm going to be stuck here if I don't act fast and come up with a plan."