Kiss Or Miss - The Adventures Of Johnny Applebee

Roses Are Blue Violets Are Red

Chapter 1-

~Roses Are Blue Violets Are Red~

Sigh. You know, I THOUGHT things were going to get better. I did, Honestly! And I even gave it 3 months just to see if an artificial series of fake smiles and a false happy attitude towards her and her decisions whenever we were and even weren't together would change anything. But, as the crisp fall breeze filled my senses with its autumn deep scent and a gust of wind blew past me lifting a few strands of my auburn highlighted hair from my shoulders where the back just barely touched, I realized it didn't.

I know my mother tried her hardest to make us happy since we left Denver in August. She tried so hard to fill the void my father abandoning us left behind for us to endure living with. But, the reality is, sometimes, even the sweetest of desserts cannot satisfy an empty stomach. I took a few steps, quite quickly paced I might add, away from the school side door as I stepped outside on campus to begin my walk home. Home. I still can't wrap my finger around it, yet. Was this new town really my home? Oh, god. It still feels like I'm on some vacation or something. Like... time itself hadn't adjusted to my new life. And if TIME hadn't adjusted yet, how the heck was I supposed to? It feels like only yesterday I first walked into these school doors with my mother and one of the staff members who greeted us to introduce me to their grounds ahead of time to get adjusted before school even started.

I stood at about 5'4 slim, slender, with sort of girlish hips that I was not proud of I might add. I was fairly athletic in build, actually, because I used to do intense gymnastics back home. My hair was always long, just barely touching my shoulders in the back and was a light hazelnut color which flowed over my eyes touching my cheek bones in the front if the air felt like pushing it that way. It swayed and moved with my every movement and I sometimes had to adjust it behind my ears or over away from my face if I needed to see what I was doing. I was always skinny. It's just how I was. I had light hazel eyes and somewhat of a girly face. Someone once told me, in fact, that I was really pretty for a boy. That was their exact statement.

My mom decided, one day, that our lives were going nowhere & fast. She sat me down at our old large 3 story craftsman, custom built, wooden home back in Denver, Colorado in the kitchen table and explained to me that a much-needed change needed to happen. "It'll be good to meet new people and see new places." She said to me holding my hand. She even baked her famous triple chocolate truffle chunk cookies that night and poured us each a glass of milk to dunk them in. Was that her way of bribing me? Was I being bribed with cookies and cow's milk? I wanted to argue, to scream, to yell, but I loved her. So, after an hour long discussion, empty glasses, and a full belly, I half heartedly agreed.

She just wanted a fresh, new start somewhere for the both of us & I can understand that. She wanted to be in a place where we no longer had to see or think about the way things were when dad was still around or think about how they should be, how they should've been, how they could've been, or how they would've been. She didn't want me to dwell on the times when I felt we actually meant something to him in his life. Even though I didn't agree fully to it, I still agreed nonetheless & I'd never felt so isolated before...

Yes, my mother was right on some level, but, I just started high school this year and I was SO looking forward to going with all of my middle school friends! And, now? Now I was alone. I quickened my pace, and nearly stumbled as my left foot scuffed against the asphalt of the road leading away from school grounds and on to the sidewalk. God, it felt good to get away from that place. I thought a new school would change things. But, no, it was just eight scheduled hours of papers and constant reminders that I'll never see my old school or life ever again. And the new house feels...empty. Cold, almost. Our old large home had a fireplace in it that only my father took the liberty to light, clean and maintain. And, when he left, that fireplace's warmth left with him. It almost looked blue if you stared at it for too long. And I, suppose, that's when the cold began. Our new home had no fireplace. It had no warmth in that same way anymore. It had my mom & I And that's just what we needed to keep "warm" right? Right?