182 Days Of Beautiful Disasters

Day 1 ; the formation

'if it's meant to be , it will be'. I fumbled in bed as this poster hung over my head . I looked out the window and there was a slight mist in the air , the subtle kind that blurs nature , and smoothes out its edges . but isn't too thick to cover its beauty .

I put myself into whatever I could wear and grabbed my sketch and pencil, then hurled down to the kitchen, throwing kisses in the air for mom and dad who were having breakfast with my little sister, 'Hanna' , her Sippy cup stated. as I was opening the door, Mom asked , "aren't you forgetting anything Nance ?" . I ran my hand across my pockets just to find my phone missing . "I don't need it anyways , I'm going to the park across the street" . "just take it in case" , mom insisted and a little part of me was happy about it , not because of the care and attention I got from my mom . It was because finally , I could open the notification I received late last night .

I settled down on the wet grass and unlocked my phone . 'Oliver Haden added you' it read . I've heard lots and loads about him, even seen pictures of him . some say he has his head up in the clouds , others say he's really humble . all of which are predictions , but if I get to say one true fact . I'd say he's beautiful.

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