I Rather Be Under The Cherry Blossom Tree

Part 1: That Old Cherry Tree

Run away.

It was morning; the sun was peeking through the clouds, waving it's warmth around. Birds sang happy tunes, trying to persuade me to come outside. It seemed so pleasant, today that is. I felt as though it would be a good start to the week having the birds out and the sun shining down on the earth, spreading it's warm weather as the wind picked up,slammed against my closed window, whispering it's whistled tune.

I woke up to a text from my best friend. 'Run away'

'What does this mean?' I wonder as I sit up in my bed, my sheets falling off my shoulders and then resting on my lap. I ran a hand through my long brown hair, and rubbed my eyes with my spare hand. My eyes water a little and with a brush of my fingers, my hair gracefully flows in the air and then lightly falls back onto my thin shoulder finally settling in the middle of my back with soft curls.

With a sigh, I rub my face again. It's too early to try and decode what she was intending to say. It was probably just a prank to make me panic.

I quickly stretch, and pull my legs over the edge of my bed, bring them out from under my light blue covers. I sit for a while, pondering whether or not I should call her.

I decide to call her.

After about 2 minutes with the phone just ringing in my ear, my heart starts to pick up.

No answer.

That's strange... I think while I close my phone and lay it on my bed. I continue to sit and ponder what she was trying to say and register it all. It was a bit much for my still tired and drowsy mind. A small creak outside my door alarms me and I turn to face my door.

"Ah, Yasmin? Are you awake now? You should really get up now." My mother appears by the door and places a hand on the side while her other hand is on the doorknob still. She leans in more, exposing her small apron that's tied around her. Her blue v-neck shirt is tucked into some white shorts and a small gold necklace hung daintily around her neck. Her short bob cut black hair swished as she tilted her head to the side and looked at me. Her face was gentle, her skin smooth and wrinkle free.

I pause before I speak and look at my phone and then back up at my mom. I thought about telling her about Suzan but then thought against it.

"Ah yes," I reply as I look at my small frail looking legs and give a meek nod. My silk pink shorts hang off of my boney hips and are vibrant against my pale, almost white skin. I wait for my mom to leave. Before she does, she looks back behind her with worried eyes but with a small smile that played at the corner of her lips, she closes the door. I take one last quick glance back down at my phone and I sigh. I slide off my bed and make my way shuffling to the bathroom to wash my face.

'I bet she's fine.' I think as I walk to the bathroom. However...I start to over think as i do my daily routine. 'What did she really mean? Should I be concerned she didn't answer? She normally picks up right away...' I shake my head and slap my cheeks lightly while looking in the mirror.

"Shush Yasmin, everything is okay." I say to myself as I pout in the mirror.

Without another thought about it, I start to washing my face and look at my reflection again. My silky brown hair falls in light waves over my shoulder to the middle of my back. It looks as if i took an hour to curl the tips of my hair, however they're naturally like that. My milky white skin was flawless, small pores and a beautiful complexion. Dark emerald green eyes stood out the most on my face. It's not often you see green eyes. I turn to my side and look at my back and shamelessly at my butt. I stood at a proud 4'11. I get that from my mom's side, everyone is super short on her end of the family.