The Idea Book

Savi Imperfection

This is a totally random idea. I don't know where the heck it came from, but it's here. Enjoy :D I wrote this on my iPad, so I can't use italics. Or I haven't figured it out yet.

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Knock...Knock...Knock...

Serenity Jones groaned into her pillow as a knock sounded at her door. Her boyfriend, laying beside her, kissed her hair and rubbed her back gently. He gazed at her tearstained face and kissed her again. Just under a week ago, she had given birth to their baby two months early, and the newborn died the next day of a heart failure. The death of their child had left her heartbroken and terribly hurt, but the young lady had stood strong in front of everyone...however, when the couple got home, she burst into tears and cried herself to sleep, as she did every night since.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The young man rolled out of bed and tossed on a pair of jeans, checking his watch as he zipped up. What could anyone want at four in the morning?

Knock, knock, knock.

Darren Bell hurried to the front door, not wanting Serenity's sleep disturbed any more by this rude stranger. He looked curiously through the peephole, but all he could see was the house across the street, and lamppost, a tree, and the dark night sky. His forehead furrowed as he unlocked the door. Maybe someone. Left them something? Aunt Maeve was going to Cuba tomorrow...but even the odd lady wouldn't knock on his door at four in the morning to drop off a gift...

His curiosity piqued, Darren opened the door and saw what looked like a picnic basket, covered by a colorful baby blanket. He picked up the basket and carried it inside, closing the door with his foot and frowning at the weight. It was surprisingly heavy. Not food. Drinks? Some wine, maybe? Books? He brought it back to the bedroom, his curiosity and imagination starting to fly. What could it be?

"Serenity, somebody dropped us something at the door. Do you wanna open it together?" he asked, setting the basket on the bed.

Her eyes flickered open, puffy and red from crying. "You open it. "

He folded back the blanket and immediately recoiled in shock, his jaw slack and eyes wide. Holy shit. Am I dreaming? Pinch. Oh, fuck. Am I hallucinating? Is it the stress? With a trembling hand, he reached inside and touched it, confirming his fears and dreams.

Laying inside was a baby.

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@4 years later...

"Alright, settle down. Let's sit in a circle! Make a circle, make a circle, big and round! Big and round..."

Thirty kindergarteners wandered into a rough egg shape, singing off-key versions of the circle song. Saviona stood still for a moment, observing her classmates. Most were typical kindergarteners: rowdy, hyper, and cute. Some were hanging around their parents, some were clutching mini pillows, stuffed animals, or blankets. Having taken a swift glance through the children, Saviona quickly took her place in the circle, in between a shy looking little girl and a boy who seemed to be having more trouble sitting still than others. The boy had a fair, even complexion, blond, feathery hair, and sparkling green eyes hidden behind thick glasses. Before she could introduce herself, the teacher clapped her hands thrice, the "all-around signal" for a clapback.

The boy beside her seemed to have no idea the teacher had clapped, and stuck out his hand to shake, eyes shining with excitement. "Hi! My name's Gavin!"

Saviona smiled politely, clapped back to the teacher, shook Gavin's hand, and whispered, "I'm Saviona. We have to hush now." She pinched her fingers and and drew them across her lips, the "all-around" signal for quiet. Gavin made it back and turned to the teacher.