Chapter 3, Playground.

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by steamymuke

by steamymuke

-Michael's p.o.v- (finally amirite)

I woke up extremely disoriented. Sunlight was streaming through an unfamiliar window, bathing the warm in a soft orange color. Even though the sun was out, I shivered. It was still awfully cold in the house. Speakiny of house, I had no clue where I was or who this random cute boy peacefully sleeping away next to me was. Then suddenly, everything from yesterday came rushing back to me at alarming speed, giving me a headache. Knocking on this boys door, eating pizza, the thunderstorm.

I quietly slipped out of the bed and out the room, hoping I didnt wake the beautiful blonde luke up. Luke, the who took me in. The boy whose pictures littered the hall walls. Bittersweet Luke. I honestly feel like I can't thank him enough. I am forever in his debt.He was the only house on this block that didnt flat out reject helping me. He even insisted I stay longer than a day, hell, forever if I needed to. But I was hoping i'd remember things in no time at all.

Walking into the kitchen I pulled open the fridge and took out an apple. I sat in one of the little bar stools next to the counter and stared absentmindly out the window.

A park could be spotted just a little ways from the house. It was an all gold play set and it looked strangely familiar. Kids wove themselves in and out of the gold play thingds, screeching and generally just wreaking havoc. Mothers sat on benches and assorted park tables, eyeing their children cautiously, making sure they were okay.

I couldnt tear my eyes away from the playground, no matter how hard I tried. A itch formed in my mind that I couldnt quite scratch. It looked so familiar. Where have I seen this playground before? Suddenly, my vision became spotted and my breathing turned into a labored pant. My limbs felt icy and stopped listening to my brains comands, shaking violently. This happened in a matter of seconds and before I knew what was happening I fell out of the stool I was seated on and blacked out.

I was 7, running in the same park I recently looked at from the window, the golden playground. My hair was a light brown and it stuck out in several directions. I had on a black kitten costume and I was swinging on a golden swing, ice cream in hand. I screamed in happiness.

A beautiful women sat on the bench nearby staring at me, an adoring glint in her eyes. Her eyes looked familiar. They looked like mine."Not too high Michael!" , the women called out. "Wouldnt want to fall and hurt yourself, or worse, drop your ice cream!", she teased.

I let out a loud giggle and pumped higher than ever. The swings chain bending slightly. It was at its limit, you could get no higher. A guy walked up to the lovely women on the bench and kissed her cheek, settling in next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. He turned to the boy on the swing, mini me, and stared at him with the same loving look. His hair was the same light brown as mine, but his eyes werent the green I had. They were a warm brown, chocolatey and secure. They both stared lovingly at their little kitten who was now singing a song long forgotten, his little feet still pumping; even if he couldnt get no higher. The guy opened his mouth, calling out to the little boy. "h-",

"Kid, hey kid, are you okay, oh god, please dont be dead.", Luke said frantically, shaking me from side to side which didnt exactly help my throbbing head and stiff limbs.

I sat upright, pushing away Luke and gasping for air. I turned to him quickly and said with suprise to both him and me, "Michael. My name is Michael."

HI I HOPE U LIKE IT!! TELL ME IF IM MOVING TO SLOW OR FAST IDK I FEEL LIKE THIS IS A NICE PACE!! ILL BE UPDATING ALPHABET SOUP NEXT THEN.POLKA DOT SOCKS THEN THIS. BE PATIENT I LOVE YALL. -maddy xoxo