The summer before senior year. The three months of your life when you still felt careless, but hung onto childish dreams, when you felt free, but at the same time felt your parent's gaze following you.
Violet herself was living through these pre...
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Running a hand through her hair Violet looked out into the sunset, watching as the sky slowly turned into a beautiful color of light pink, whitish blue clouds swimming across it. An ever present smile sat on the seventeen years old girl's lips, while her eyes looked out dreamily, imagining what it would be like to sit on the beach, the waves gently washing her feet, while her hands rested in the sand.
"Violet, come help your mother, would you!" her mother's shout shook Violet from her daydream, and she slowly got up from the chair on the patio. With one last look out onto the sky the girl slipped into her house, closing the door gently behind herself. Her eyes instantly adjusted to the slightly dim lighting, before she took off her sweater, hanging it up next to the colourful array of jackets.
"I'm coming." she called ahead, knowing that if she stayed silent for one second longer, her mother would be starting towards the patio, ready to pull Violet into the house if needed. On the way into the kitchen Violet's brother passed her, giving a small nod to his sister. The relationship between the two siblings was always shaky, like a thin thread, just waiting to snap. Quite ironic, since they had so many similar features that they could've passed as opposite gender twins. Both of their faces were made up of similar soft lines, with the same dark brown, almost black hair. But their eyes, their eyes were polar opposites. Josh's was a dark, coffee brown colour, while Violet's eyes shined in a cold, icy blue colour.
The Hunter family had an elegant looking kitchen, everything was sparkly clean, and even the smallest mess was cleaned up immediately. Because of this, Violet, who herself was more of the messy type, had an ever going fight with her mother.
"Finally you're here." Violet's mother turned around for a second, before she turned back to see what she was cutting. Mrs Hunter was a thin, tall woman, and though her eyes were just as big and doe-like, like her daughter's, they didn't hold the same innocence.
"What should I help you with?" forcing a smile on her face Violet looked at her mother, as her eyes trailed towards the sink. Sure enough, the whole day's worth of messy plates was staked up, just waiting to be cleaned. With a heavy groan Violet stepped to the sink, grabbing the sponge.
The night felt unnaturally quiet, the only noise coming from an occasional lonely car passing and the soft humming of the cicada. Sitting in the humid room, all lights turned off, with her music drumming in her right ear Violet felt at peace. Her family was asleep by now, and the bells signaling midnight had rung over twenty minutes ago, but sleep wouldn't come to the girl's eyes. Instead she cozied up the single, cushioned chair in her room, lazily watching the way the moon joyfully ran along her plants. The whole room was filled to the brim with flowers, each growing bigger and bigger, some showing off flowers, while others grew across the floor, creating a natural green carpet. In the middle of it all stood Biscuit's cage, a floppy eared, slightly overweight brown rabbit, who was over four years olds. Josh had given the Biscuit name, when at the age of twelve he found it funny, and ever since then,the rabbit was called Biscuit.
