EXTRAVAGANT

Paper Planes (Mileven)

                          "Jane. I thought I told you to clean all the sheets in room number thirteen?" Her mother said pointing to the sheet with a small splotch of yellow under the small sized pillow. "I'm sorry mum.  I must have missed one. I'll try harder next time.." The small petite girl voiced looking down. She began fluffing up a small pillow with a poorly put on light blue pillow case.

Her mother sighed. She didn't know when her daughter would learn that in order to be a nurse in a fully functioning hospital filled with mental patients, that she could not make a single mistake. "Jane, I know your trying your best, but I think that being a nurse isn't for you.." 

She looked at her mom with pleading eyes. Ever since her dad had fallen sick when she was nine, she had decided she would try her hardest to become someone who could help people like her dad. Originally, she wanted to be a doctor, but why become a doctor when she can have training to be a nurse from the best nurse she knew, her mum.

"I-I'm sorry mum.. I just.. haven't been myself lately.." Her mom stopped and turned to give her a pat on the shoulder. "I don't think any of us have been ourselves." 

"Jane, I think you should go help the children in room eleven color, maybe go read them some books like Charlotte's web or Ronald Dahl." Her mother smiled a warm one she hadn't seen in years. Jane knew that her mom loved every single child in room number eleven as her own. She put down the pillow she had been fluffing up for bed number three and left the small gray room.

Walking down the bare empty halls filled with small cracks and scratches reminded her of the days when she would sit under the giant Maple tree behind her school all alone during the cold gloomy days at lunch time. When she sat under the tree she knew what she felt, she felt sadness, loneliness and denial. 

She picked up some small toys there for the children. She knew how she felt when no one was there for her. These kids probably felt the same way too, so she was going to try her hardest to help these kids.

She entered the medium sized room with colorful fishes around the border. Jane smiled her brightest and sat down at the small pegged table with the twisty turning bead thing. She sat next to a small frail looking boy with red framed glasses, she had seen him before, but never got the chance to introduce herself. "Hi there.. I'm Jane, do you want to play with me?" 

The boy looked up at her and his smile faded. "fwhy dwo you want two pway wit me? Only Mik wikes two pway wit me.." 

Jane had never heard of a little boy named Mike. She figured he must have been new to the small facility of Hawkins. "I think you looked cool with your red glasses. We can play anything you want to play." Jane swore she saw a small tug at the corners of the little boy's mouth. He shakily and hesitantly held his hand out to her. "Whi..I'm Lincoln."

They shook hands and he showed her all his paper planes he had been working on for the past week. "This one's cwalled C twee Gween. It's Mike's favrite. Do woo wike it?" He asked curiously. "I think it's amazing. Just like you." Jane picked up the plane and flew it around Lincoln's head. He flashed her a toothy grin.

"Hwere cwomes Flynn!"

Jane turned her head to the sight of a guy her age headed towards her and Lincoln. "Lincoln... Who's this?" The tall lanky boy asked in confusion.

"Tis iz Ane!" He announced proudly. Jane awkwardly waved. The boy sat next to them and started playing planes with Lincoln..

"I'm Jane." He gladly accepted her handshake. "I'm Mike.. So... are you like a nurse or.. like a volunteer?" Jane laughed. "A nurse?! I wish. I could never own up to such a big role. How about you?"

"I'm just here volunteering with my best friend. My cousin, Maxine, is a nurse here and she figured it would be pretty cool if I volunteered here."

"Can wu gweys staph tacking to eatother and focus ore on me?" Lincoln huffed.

They both laughed and continued helping him color his planes and name them. Jane couldn't help but notice all the dark tiny freckles on his face, it was like they were there for a reason that Jane couldn't understand.

Lincoln had to go to his next speech class, so he waved goodbye to Mike and his newly made friend. Now, it was just Mike and Jane siting alone in a kid's play room. Until, he broke the silence.

"Jane. How old are you?"

"Turning sixteen, how about you?"

"I turned seventeen about three months ago."

".. cool.."

"..yeah.."

Jane knew they were both trying to look somewhere besides each other, but she couldn't help to keep staring at his eyes and freckles, she didn't realize he was doing the exact same thing. 

Suddenly, the door burst open. "Mike! We need your help downstairs, Holly's going into a frenzy and she demands to here you play again. Come quick!" A Fiery redheaded girl says making hand motions to go. Mike stood up and looked at Jane, "Until we meet again." He said smiling.

She nodded. Mike walked out of the room, catching up to the running pace the redheaded girl was at. What a nice guy. You only find one of those a few decades.

Then she noticed the paper plane Mike had made.

On the side something was written. "Her honey brown eyes contain stars that sparkle brighter then any streetlight." 

Then he wrote, what she was guessing, was his number on the other side.

"I'll see you again Jane. I swear."