Eyes

Red

April 2- Day 2B

    "Desirée, huh?" I say after finally discovering the little girl's name. I begin to walk further into my house, playing with the gears on my camera. The girl......Desirée seems to notice.

    "Is that a camera?" she asks, staring deeply into what I held in my hand.

    I look at my camera, and answer, "Yeah, it is." I begin to play with the gears once again.

    Desirée continues to look at it, as if she wants to say more. "The color is pretty."

    I look down at my camera once more, analyzing what I had for almost a year now. The camera looked simple enough, but it took the best pictures.......when I used to use it. The color was dark red, and even darker red stripes that surrounded it. I look up at Desirée and notice her looking at my hair.

    "The color of your hair is pretty too."

    I look up, attempting to look at my hair. I grab on the edges of the strands, and look at it. Sometimes, I forget what my hair looks like. My natural hair color is black, but all over my hair holds red highlights. My hair's a bit fringed, if you would call it that. I begin to think about Desirée's comments, then finally come up with something.

    "Is your favorite color red?" I ask. After all, she has a bright red rain jacket, she likes the color of my hair, and likes the color of my camera, which are all red.

    She steps back a bit and looks astonished, as if I solved a mystery. "Ya." She then smiles and closes her eyes simultaneously once again.

    I sigh, and begin walking closer to the kitchen, thinking about my disgusting dinner once again. As I head to the kitchen, I notice bags of groceries on the counter. I turn around, and see Desirée smiling at me with her eyes closed. I look back at what seems like countless grocery bags.

    "What the hell is this?" I point at the endless pile of bags.

    Desirée suddenly opens her eyes, and frowns as if she's surprised at my response.

    "You no like?" she asks.

    I look inside the bags, and see all the foods that were included in my grocery list.

    "Did you take my list?"

    The girl stares at me with a frown. "I bet you didn't even notice I took the list." She then sticks her tongue at me.

    Irritated enough, I look at her. "And whose money did you use to buy all of this?"

    "Yours." She looks at me as if I asked the dumbest question ever.

    I scoff. "You're kidding." I put my hands on my forehead in frustration. "There weren't even that many items on the list."

    "Yeah. I know." She gives me a blunt look.

    "Then why buy all of these?" I answer as my voice slowly raises.

    "Some of them are for me too," she snickers.

    I put my hands on my forehead. "My poor money." I whisper in despair.

    "Well, I don't see what the problem is." Desirée says as if she doesn't understand.

    "You don't see- Give me my wallet," I say out of frustration.

    She picks up my wallet from her pocket, and attempts to hand it to me. I snatch it from her.