"You know I've been thinking, what if I lived for a reason? I mean, what if the day they found me, I lived because I had something I needed to finish before I left like the doctors said. My body should have given up... I wish I could remember what was so important." I say staring up at the polar-white stars shimmering in the sky from the trampoline we were lying on.
"I'm sure you will. But until then you should enjoy it now. Well that's what Gramps would say anyway." Zachary said getting up and pulling me up after him.
"What? You want me to let my dreams go?" I ask with a smirk I doubt he could see in the dark.
"No, just maybe enjoy now with me." He says as the snow starts to fall around us.
"Cheesy much?" I ask letting go of his hands and jumping off the side of the trampoline, starting my walk towards the house next to his, my adoptive parents' house, "I'll see you tomorrow Zach!" I say before opening the door and shaking off the couple flakes of snow that had stuck to my boots.
"I'm counting on it!" I hear before I close the door, although I also heard, "Some of us are trying to sleep!" from Mr. Collision across the street, bringing a smile to my face.
I silently make my way upstairs into my color lacking bedroom, or at least that's what people say, I wouldn't know, seeing as I'm color blind and can only see color between white, grey, and black.
I pulled off my sweater and skinny cargo pants replacing them with a long-sleeved pajama shirt and light grey fuzzy pants. Satisfied with my fishtail braid I sit on the corner of my bed staring out the poorly placed window at the slowly falling snow.
I finally give up on my fight to stay awake and lean my back on the wall above my pillows. My queen-sized bed was squished between a window and a wall. It was a small room, you walked in and there was a long mirror that slid sideways in substitute for a door that led to a bathroom/closet. And if you looked forward there is a small white desk with a couple of my favorite books. You sit down at the desk and look behind you there's my bed, where I had managed fallen asleep.
The next morning I woke up, like clockwork, at 5 A.M. I get up and crawl to where I can look out my window so, I know it sounds weird, I can look into Zachary's bedroom window, and to no surprise, he's still asleep.
I get up and stretch for a second before walking into the bathroom/closet and turning on the shower. After changing the temperature to as cold as it would allow I pulled out the first thing that caught my eye, although even with colors my clothes where almost all black, grey, or white. It made it much easier to color coordinate. I pulled out a black T-shirt with dark and light grey colors that created the ac/dc logo, a pair of ripped up dark skinny jeans, and a light grey beanie with a small tag that said in typed letters 'April Blake' my given first name and their last name.
After a quick shower I pulled open the mirror and punched in the code to the small safe. I pulled out some of the medication bottles and quickly read over the labels before opening two and counting how many I would need through-out the day if I did a double shift at the bar.
I placed them in an empty bottle after taking two and walking downstairs to put them in my backpack.
"Bye Jane!" I yell from the door.
"Wait April! You haven't eaten yet." My adoptive mother Jane, says walking down the stairs in a rush.
"I'm not very hungry today, I'll see you after school," I respond grabbing my plain blue and grey backpack, well that's what color they said it was anyway.
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The Last Piece
Teen Fiction"You know I've been thinking, what if I lived for a reason? I mean, what if the day they found me, I lived because I had something I needed to finish before I left, like the doctors said. My body should have given up... Man, I wish I could remember...
