Timeless

Chapter Seven

     Although I am practically listening to an exact replica of what happened in my own sleep last night, I do not fail to perceptively hear each minimal attribute of her story, for no one likes to be ignored. I debate whether to tell her that my night went exactly the same, but essentially decide against it for now. There is no reason to startle Daisy when times are already tough on her. Now, she is describing the shape in the clouds.

"And then," she continues, "I looked up at the sky and saw an arrow forming, pointing to the south. Since I didn't really have any other options, I followed it, and here I am, with you, Daisy."

We both instinctively move our heads upward to see the arrow, but to our confusion, it is gone. That evocative image, once so striking and lucid, is now nothing but cloud. Daisy and I make eye contact, and neither of us is obliged to exchange words. One look into those deep, curious, night-sky eyes and the apprehension is once again nearby.

After a moment of quietude that we both fully acknowledge, Daisy proceeds.

"And now, we have to find Zelda, to fix all of this. To make it better. I know exactly where she is because I had a memory- wait do you know? I mean, have you ever had..."

"I know," I interrupt.

"Okay, great. So, that's about it. Will you please come and find her with me? I need to make things right, and you're the only person I can do it with," she remarks, her voice cracking. The pleading look in her eyes is inevitable.

I am mesmerized by her purity, her child-like quality that forces her to believe anything is possible. After speculating, I settle on the idea that I still have some remains of this attitude as well, and I always try to impede it from subsiding.

"Of course," I respond to the child whose presence alone consistently gives me life.

After planning out the whole afternoon, Daisy and I stroll a few blocks until we arrive at the subway station we will be traveling at. I must admit, I have never taken public transportation before, which causes everything to seem scary. After all, how many fatal incidents does the news speak of that happen on subways? I try to shake this out of my head, but it keeps finding a way to reoccur.

First, Daisy and I each need to purchase a Metro card. Daisy buys hers first, and I follow what she did. I reach into my pocket and pull out the quarters I had taken earlier, now with every square inch of the money covered with grime from my despicable pocket. I slowly push each quarter into the machine, when suddenly, I feel a slight shove on my back, causing the remainder of the change to soar out of my palm and bound across the floor. I precipitately spin around, and my eyeballs denude the last person I would want to see right now- Emma Perkins.

Her insincere personality mixed with her artificial appearance is a recipe for a person that everyone loathes. Well, at least the people who aren't blind. Sometimes, I feel as if my whole school has poor eyesight but refuses to wear glasses, and therefore, they are not able to distinguish right from wrong. This child may very well become the next Kim Kardashian: most of the population admires her, but in reality, what is there to commend?

Emma nonchalantly bends down to the ground and begins to scoop up the quarters- my quarters- and dump them into her thousand dollar handbag. I find it ironic how she can afford that luxurious pocketbook but feels the need to steal around two dollars in quarters from an innocent young girl. I do not know how to handle this situation. I need that money to find Zelda, but reprimanding Emma Perkins? There's just something extremely intimidating about those imprudently traced and colored eyes that I struggle to identify.