13 ~ 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚜 & 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜

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𝐼𝑇 couldn't have been any later than six when the eldest Zara siblings' eyes cracked open the next morning and been displeasingly flooded with a blinding brightness.

It had taken her a couple of moments to gather her bearings, for the unforeseen glare had briefly knocked her off-guard. But once she'd been confident enough in her efforts of wiping the sleep and startlement from her forest-like irises, her fuzzy sight was met with something that could've been straight off of a million-dollar canvas.

Warm hues of orange and pink could just vaguely be seen through the teen's partially scuffed window. A small flock of blackbirds bestowed as utter silhouettes from her far line of vision while they gracefully soared against the peaceful pastel of colors, their delicate wings expertly flapping in the gentle morning winds.

The radiant blushes shadowed every portion of the once blue sky, so powerful and definite that the vibrant rays dusted everything under it's presence in a golden blanket, stretching from the very top of the rustling leaves in the trees, all the way down to the dew-laden grass, the glistening fibers brilliantly shimmering under the bright radiance as though every strand were diamonds.

A few beams of light from the rich illumination even went as far as to drift into the drowsy girl's room; the glittering streaks beginning their muted trek on her hardwood floor, all the while it's wooded oak showed to glow a luminous amber the further the rays of light crept along the dark timber.

Hayden, in awe by placatory scenery, removed her arm from under the warmth her comforter provided and stretched it out into the frigid air, willfully allowing the soft golden glow of the sunrise to pour over her arm and fingers. It was in that entrancing moment that the girl wished she could stay in the harmonious time she was, all day. Simply surrounded by the calmness and hypnotizing beauty of the waking of the world.

The Zara couldn't put into words how watching mother nature's giant ball of gas rising over the horizon made her feel. It was an unexplainable pleasure, a pleasure to which made her seem both blissful and somber.

Blissful, in view of it's reddening beauty and unique capability to put a bonafide smile on her sluggish features, and somber on the grounds of knowing the mesmerizing sky wouldn't stay the way it was forever, that eventually, the vibrant colors would soon fade into the morning and she'd be inevitably forced to face the day—face her mother.

Contrary to the looming fear, Hayden was just relieved to have heard the older woman's scuffling around the kitchen just hours before her own wakening, meaning their next face to face encounter could transpire a little later and grant her the time to get her apologies and reparations in order. She still didn't know what exactly would be said, but she figured the best starting point to be to own up to her disobedient faults and try her best to earn her mother's forgiveness. It hadn't even been a full twenty-four hours yet, and the stigma she carried could've been equivalent to holding a month's worth of guilt that'd just been sitting and gradually expanding it's infectious disease of despair over time.

It'd been pure hell.

Offering one more look towards the brilliantly alluring horizon, Hayden sighed a languid sigh and slowly unpeeled the covers from around her body, her reluctance to start the day distinctively showcasing in the dreaded action. The teen would preferably still be fast asleep this early in the morning given any other school day, favoring to instead beg her mother for rides to school on the rare days she didn't have to go into work early so she wouldn't have to get up so soon to catch the bus.

She wouldn't have necessarily minded to ride the yellow automobile if it hadn't been for the severely annoying freshman kids constantly in her ear, rambling about the most random, insignificant things their youthful brains could think of. Not neglecting to mention Sophomore Hunter Ewing, and his woeful attempts at asking the Zara girl out every time he'd seen her. From disturbing notes littered with compliments about her unfathomable beauty to occasional third-grade level confessional love poems, it was evident that the wavy-haired boy was determined to get in his words, the girl with the most magnificent cheekbones he'd ever bestowed his eyes on.

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