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Chapter Ten

         After midday, I was changed into a navy blue uniform that had fit me just well - it was more comforting than my father's clothes to mention. Near the backroom, I was seated alone in a white steel chair faced toward the stone wall; 'What are they going to do this time?' I thought over to myself. The room was quiet for a few minutes, then sudden the blonde nurse Kathy walked in with a pail of cold crisp water, and a brown sack - I wondered what was inside? Maybe a treat? 

         "Alright son, I'm going to just give you a trim, alright?". Kathy said firmly, taking a huge pair of metal sissors out of the brown sack. My eyes glowed - I was wrong, it's not a treat! My hair is getting cut - I can't believe it with these cruel people!

        "A-Alright". I looked up nervously at her, turning my spine toward her, allowing her to touch my dark black hair. The gentle nudges near the back of my neck made me flinch, "you alright, son?". She asked me. I swiftly nodded, holding back my tears as I felt her trimming the whole back of my head. The hair fell freely over my shoulders, along onto the floor. I was not enjoying it, nobody has ever laid their hands on my hair, besides my family - I wouldn't think it would come to anything like this!

       "You're finished, son". She smiled, turning my mug toward hers, I stared into her shady blue eyes, and looked back down at the floor - rapidly leaving the room.

       In bed, I glanced across to the other bed, my roommate wasn't back from wherever he was. I though to self; What's he like? Is he a brown identity like I am?'. Staring up at the ceiling, it was dead silent, I closed my eyes tiredly. 

         Monnie came to my dream - she still was dressed the same, the red gore on her forehead was no longer there. I was filled with happiness seeing her once again. Her round pudgy mug grinned upon me as I sat up from the lush fading grass, the gust of wind hit her black short hair as she turned to run off, it flew gracefully throughout the pastel of yellow sunlight. "Monnie, wait up!". I called after her, running as fast as I can to keep up with her sprinting. As she grinned back at me - suddenly she dropped off a cliff's edge. "Monnie!". I shouted, coming to a complete hault at the edge, I peeked down, she was nowhere!

    "August".

     ~ I jumped to her standing beside me, I was relieved - smiling softly down at her. We both watched the sunset, pastels of red, orange, and yellow combined so well. I was caught up in a daze - damn, it was peaceful! I looked back at her, "you don't know how happy I am to see you, Monnie". I giggled to myself. Her smile faded, "August?". She responded.~

    "Yeah, Monnie?".

   ~"Can you take me home?". The sun's reflect hit Monnie's mug, her dark eyes were glowing green. I glanced back at the sky, "I don't know, Monnie? I will, but you-". As I glanced back to where she was positioned - she was gone. "Monnie?". I looked around me concerned. The sky died down with color, I turned back at the edge - peeking down. I jumped.~ 

        As I woke up, I was half off the edge of the bed, I shook my head and yawned drowsy.

       July 31, 1914 

        It wasn't easy for me to make friends like a finger snap - it took time, accordingly not for Clovis.

        That afternoon, I finished my lunch; a piece of bread, greek plain yogurt, and mini steak that was the size of a orange fruit. I tossed half of it away, realizing that it was under cooked. Turning back I nearly bumped into a boy greatly lighter than me, his hair and eyes were the exact form - hazel brown, well-built with an stern expression. "Hey - watch it!". He stated, glancing back at me. I kept my head low so he wouldn't see my featured mug, he cocked his head at me, "didn't you hear what I just said, indian?". That word made me swing my eyes right back at him - I was hot-tempered that my mug heated.