Green...Lots of green...And brown....And blue. Lots of blue up in the sky...Water trickling above and around rocks in the distance...A gentle breeze rustling in the trees above me everywhere...Sounds like heaven.......
Heaven.....
Forest...
"Niccasia! That is a desk, not a pillow!" Mr.Davidon's voice boomed from the front of the classroom.
I let out a groan and lifted my head up drowsily, wiping the drool off my book casually. "It's not like it's the first time this has happened, sir...You should get over it." I snapped absent-mindedly.
Big mistake.
"I will not tolerate that kind of smart-ass comment in my class!" His voice hollered.
I shrugged. "You get paid either way, so I'd stop complaining sir..." I mumbled through a yawn.
He pointed to the door. "If you were paying ATTENTION in class you would know that this is a door. Go through it and don't hit yourself on the way out. Or do. You leave either way so I don't care!" He shouted, shaking a little. As I passed him I gave him a little word of advice, "Cool, calm and collected, sir," I hissed in his ear, leaving my bad tempered Uncle in a classroom full of teenagers. I ran my fingers through my long, straight and silky blonde hair, prancing down the corridor. I've always loved my hair. It's naturally light and long. I flew over a puddle of water under a hole in the hell hole of a school roof and sat down in the Student Reception office. The office lady looked up at me through her glasses. "What is it THIS time, Niccasia?" She asked, her voice dull and lifeless like this crap school itself, with its grey buildings, grey uniforms, grey LIFE! "Why don't you get your ladystache waxed and mind your own business!" I snapped, letting my eyes turn a dark green from their natural china blue. The lady shook her head in dissappointment and let out a sigh, staring at her screen absently. I looked down at my mini skirt that I cut short from the usual knee-length. Plaid still isn't my "thing", but it's more flexible in case I need to deal with a few...Darker enemies than the cheerleader snobs. The rest of the dull uniform consits of a white short-sleeved blouse, a grey vest with a grey and black striped tie. The bottom half consists of knee high socks and black leather lace-ups. "Niccasia, you can go now," Mr.Davidson said coldly from behind. I blinked and stared at my watch. 04:30 . "Crap! I'll be late!" I shouted, standing up quickly. I snatched my bag from the teacher and frowned. "Can you give me a lift? I was meant to be at work ten minutes ago!" I queried, shifting on my feet uncomfortably. I've always hated asking uncle Richie for favors.
He just scoffed and folded his arms over his chest. "Oh, really? I'm not a taxi driver! You can run for all I care..." I'm pretty sure he said more things than that, but I was busy running towards the forest. If I run fast enough, then I'll make it in five minutes tops... I thought, taking my tie off. My tie is always like a chokie whenever I run. I learned my lesson when it got caught on a tree and nearly choked me to death. I threw my backpack into the air and jumped up. Win or die situation... I thought, catching the backpack in my mouth. I forced my paws to propel me forward as fast as they possibly could, ignoring the wind in my ears. I was almost at the stables when a great force pushed me aside with a great thud into my ribcage. "Hey, what gives?!" I whined, staring at the familiar blue/grey eyes of Kodi. "You are THE MOST retarded dog in the litter, Nicci! It's HUNTING SEASON!" He growled, pulling me down by my ear.
"Well, clap clap! NOW LET GO OF MY EAR!" I howled into his ear. He winced and let go almost instantly. "NOW CHANGE BACK!" He demanded, glaring at me. I sighed and jumped over him, landing on two feet. "You're a joykill, brother!" I said, faking a pout.
"I'm also your brother. And if you get shot again, you know Dad's going to kill me! My truck's in the carpark just over there, okay? I need to go calm Uncle Richie down after the panic attack you gave us," And with that, he was gone again, darting through the trees.
