Chapter 2
It Ain’t Easy Being a Clover Leaf
My name is Clover Leaf; I live in the big city with my grandmother for 12 of my years on this earth. My hair is long and sometimes unkempt due to the fact I pay more attention to my collection of books rather than myself, brown in hue I do make sure to brush it every day; it just so thick, kinda like my glasses. I live close to the suburbs, so one could say I live in a fairy safe neighborhood, as safe as it could be living in a large city. I live with my Grandmother since I was 5, my mother and father were adventurers, but it seems that during one adventure they never came back; maybe biting the big one or maybe just plan forgetting there baby girl and joining so agent civilization, who knows. It used to bother me when I was younger but one could say… I grew out of it?
Every day I wake up to my Grandma telling me that breakfast is ready and to hurry off to my high school, the normal teenage life; one would suppose. I have very little friends at school, well, one. His name is Dillan, captain of the basketball team, all around poplar guy; really don’t know why he would hang out with a book worm like me. He’s been my friend since we were in 1st grade; even went to the same summer camps.
Other than my somewhat small family and Dillan, I do not care about much in life. Well other than my obsessions; Books and Video Games…. Sometimes Anime, don’t judge. I always love to dive into a good fantasy adventure, weather it with my books or video games; I just love to escape from reality. My grandmother does nothing but fan my flames of escape as she always gave me money to buy these items, if I get good grades or my birthday. Yes, a normal teenage girl book worm life.
It was close to dusk by time I got home, the sight of stars mingled with the multi warm colored sky above, I let loose a wide yawn as I entered the house; locking the door behind me. In the kitchen across the living room I could hear my grandmother humming and washing dishes.
“My, my, enjoy your birthday with Dillan?” Guessed Grandma as she entered the living room drying a cup in hand, my grandmother was a strong wise type; she always love to give me freedom but within limit.
“No, I just chosen a different way to come home, stopping by a shop to get a birthday gift.” I smiled, “Thanks Grandma.”
She nodded, “Whatcha got kiddo?” She asked slinging her drying cloth over her shoulder.
“Oh.” I bit my inner jaw; crud can’t tell my grandma I wasted 50 of her birthday bucks, “Well I got this new book for one of my series.”
“Is it the one about those aliens and that kid?” Asked Grandma with a yuck face; tongue displayed and all.
I nodded voguishly; she rolled her old blue eyes and sighed. “Whatever, Kiddo, I’m just glad you are so enthusiastic about reading.” She turned on her heel and walked into the kitchen to continue her cleaning.
