(Completed ❤️)
No one really knows why it is so stormy all the time during February. Although it is forbidden to go outside, 17 year old Alexandra (Alex) Smith can't help but be drawn to the outdoors.
As soon as February comes the weather drastical...
I scrunch my nose at his comment. Why should I be happy that I make him stressed. He clutches something in his left hand tightly. I see green light peaking through his clenched fist and furrow my eyebrows.
He notices my gaze and opens up his fingers showing me the apple green crystal ball on his palm. It looks just like Feb's, but this one's a different colour.
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"You know what it is?" he asks moving the ball in between his middle and index finger.
"Kind of...Feb explained it to me...a bit.."
"It's how we get home. And how we come here."
I nod, lost in my thoughts over Feb...This is gonna be harder than I thought. Even if we couldn't become a couple or whatever, I still would have loved to be at least friends.
March suddenly looks dead ahead, as if he is in some type of trance. His mouth is parted just a smidge. I watch him in confusion, Feb used to do that too. I wonder if he senses something going on. What if he's telepathic and he's communicating with someone?
March suddenly blinks a couple times, coming out from his daze, "Are you okay?" I ask with real concern.
He nods slowly and swallows. His facial expression changes to being serious. He looks down at me and sighs.
"You have to go..." he tells me shrugging his shoulders.
"Why do I have to go?"
"Please...don't make me explain," he begs. I nod in response and begin to stand up. I look down at the ground as I walk passed him, to awkward to look him in the eye.
Once I get to the door I turn around and see him looking back at me. He looks disappointed and mouths, 'I'm sorry'.
I half smile and walk out. What is he sorry about? Feb? Who knows, it seemed as if we were kind of getting along...you know until he kicked me out.
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The next day, 07:00 am.
*ring* *ring*
My alarm clock rings out loudly filling my small room with noise. I knock it off my bedside table with my foot. It crashes to the ground and stops ringing. I let out a sigh of relief and snuggle into my duvet.
*ring* *ring*
The clock rings even louder than before as if it's possessed. I groan loudly and pull my pillow over my face.
