Comes With The Seasons

Chapter 1

"Come eat lunch sweetheart," My Grandma, Kelly, coerces me into the house.

I sigh heavily before placing my book mark in 'Forever Again' and swinging myself out of the hammock. I jump to wake my legs back up before walking into the house.

Kelly is sitting at the large oak dining table, eating pork roast and roast potato, carrot and pumpkin. I sit across from her and place my book beside my plate. I turn the TV onto the news channel and take a sip of the milk in my glass.

"So how was the book?" Kelly asks.

"As good as every other time I've read it."

"Well your mother called and asked when you are coming home."

"I'll go home when I'm ready to."

"Mila . . ."

"What? If she has enough time to call you she should have enough time to be home on my birthday. She should just give up."

"Mila that is no way to talk about your mother."

"I know, but it is how I feel."

"I know it's hard at home sweetheart but your mother is trying to be home, if only that darn son of mine could calm down it would be better."

I laugh softly and she smiles widely at me.

"Can you just think about it sweetheart?" Kelly places her hand on mine.

"Okay, for you."

"Alright, good. Okay then I'm going to start working on those blankets for the homeless shelter."

"Alright, Grandma. I'll finish my food then do the dishes."

Kelly stands up before kissing me on the cheek and heading towards her sewing room. She is such a generous woman. She does all kinds of charity work and she is the head coordinator for an animal shelter called 'Cubs for Cats'. She loves cats, she has 4 of them. I told her if she gets one more I get to call her a crazy cat lady.

Finishing my dinner, I stand up and grab the dishes on the table. I place them in the dish washer before walking back to the table and grabbing 'Forever Again'. I walk down Kelly's long hallway before walking into my designated room. It's small but perfect for me. It contains a single bed with blue and purple bedding, a white cupboard with two drawers on the bottom, two white side tables, a black full-body mirror and a white and grey desk. I also have a purple circle rug that feels like you are hugging ten huskies at once. It's glorious. My favourite part however is the foldable easel in my cupboard. I normally have it in between my desk and the window so I can have natural lighting. Feeling bored I pull it out of my cupboard and place it in my designated easel spot. I look under and around my desk for a blank canvas. Lifting up a giant pile of easels under my desk, I find a blank one. I place it lightly against the easel and lift my stool out from under my unreasonably tall bed.

Grabbing my watercolours and a cup of water I unconsciously grabbed from the kitchen, I start to paint with a flat brush. I stroke white, blue and dark blue streaks along the canvas. My thoughts sinking into the lightest parts of my mind. Thoughts streaming out like ribbons in the wind. My Grandpa, My Parents, My siblings and everything else just fades to the back of my mind. Splashes of blue and yellow flash through my mind. My mind is floating on a cloud. The deep blue of the ocean below. By the time my mind is back to earth, I've finished my painting and have a small detail brush in my hand. I look at the painting, it's a landscape of a mountain range with a short woman standing in the middle of the canvas, looking out at the mountains. You can only see her long, curly red hair, a straw hat and a bright yellow flower sundress. She's me. Standing and watching the world with open, light filled eyes.

"Perfection."

I turn to see my Grandma in the doorway. I smile back at her as she walks beside me.

"What does it mean?" She asks.

"Happiness, Hope, a new beginning,"

"Just what we need," She sighs, "How about we go see this play that is being performed at the theater?"

"That sounds good."

"Alright, get dressed into something that doesn't have paint on it."

She laughs as I look down at my shirt which is covered in blue, green and yellow paint. She leaves my room and I open my closet. I search for a piece of clothing that has no paint on it. I spot a blue denim off-shoulder dress which only has a small spot of paint on the skirt. I pull it out and begin to change into it.

I finish changing and rush into the lounge room. I see Grandma waiting on the couch wearing her favourite orange blouse and grey jeans.

"Ready to go?" She asks.

"Yep," I answer.

We drive my Honda Civic to the theater and park in a spot that is reasonably close to the theater door. Whilst walking into the theater, a body collides with mine. I fall onto my butt and hands.

"SHIT, sorry!" I hear a male voice call out.

I look up to see a boy about my age with brown shaggy hair and wearing a blue hoodie. He reaches his hand down to me and I take it. He quickly pulls me up, causing me to almost lose balance again.

"I'm so sorry for running into you!" He apologizes quickly.

"It's fine, I'm okay," I say, brushing my hands off on my dress and biting my tongue so I don't scream my head off at this guy.

"Great job Alex," A blonde boy laughs, walking beside the so called 'Alex' who knocked me over.

"Shut up you! Anyway, so sorry but I have to go," Alex elbows his friend and begins to walk away after I give him a nod.

I turn back to my Grandma who is standing there with an arrogant look.

"What?" I ask.

"He was cute."

"Yeah and he ran into me like an idiot. Can we just go see this play now?"

"Alright, alright."

We walk into the theater and buy tickets before watching the play 'Macbeth'.