Cara waltzed out into the early morning air. The chilled air nipped at her nose but the sun, that had been recently uncovered, warmed her face. The floral scent that she inhaled intoxicated her and she had to stop herself from swooning. It was simply delightful.
Looking around she saw the bright colors of the blooming narcissus, cherry blossom and orchid flowers. The beautiful yellows and pinks blended together to make a beautiful picture. And the lovely soft orange of her poppies. Cara leaned back against her house and admired her handy work. Spring was in the air.
The air was just warm enough to not wear a jacket over her light sweater. The sun was enough to keep her body warm. Cara walked down her road, enjoying the sights around her. As she walked the scenery changed. Green to blue to pink to yellow to red. The whole world seemed so bear in the winter, the trees naked and the world so glowingly white. Nature was coming to life, bringing color and passion with it.
Cara trudged on through the puddles on the sidewalk towards the park. There were laughs and screeches of joy emitting from inside the slides and children being pushed on the swings by their parents.
The joy of a young child, so full of life as the world was now. But they change with the seasons, growing older, growing colorless. Luckily as the seasons change, so do people. And their color returns eventually.
Cara contemplated this as she walked past the families happily playing in the park. Everyone seemed to come alive with the seasons. Thunder grumbled in the distance. Cara hurried home, she did not want to get wet. A cool wind started to blow in from the direction of the on coming storm.
When she reached her home she sat on her porch, awaiting the first rain of Spring. The smell of rain hung in the air; a damp, humid smell. It clung to her. Cara inhaled the sweet, green smell. Wet leaves and flowers. She laughed, it was such an odd way to describe the smell.
The rain came down in heavy sheets. Cara closed her eyes and lay her head back, letting the light tinkling of the rain on her roof sooth her. The sweet stench in the air that could only be described as the smell of rain was more prominent. Cara's stomach grumbled. She smiled to herself. This was Spring.
She shivered and walked inside. Another new day, over with.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Colorblind ~ Bria
Darcie Fallon is the cool girl in school. She's the one that everyone wants to be. She's pretty, she's smart and to top it off, has an amazing boyfriend. Oddly, she doesn't want to be her. Even if she won't admit it.
Owen Hewett is dating the most popular girl in school, but all she wants to do is have sex. All his friends expect him to do is play football and score, in more ways than one. But all he really wants to do is focus on school and getting into one of the most prestigious medical schools.
Coyan Wolfe has been in love with the same girl since fourth grade. The girl who had first accepted him into their school. She's not available anymore and she'll never love him. He doesn't want to give up, but he feels hopeless when it comes to expressing his love to her.
Corbin Gabriel is an avid marijuana smoker. He's got issues and he knows it. He won't admit he cares about her, but he does. And when it comes to it he may just be her savior.
Sequoia Indigo is a full blood Cherokee Indian. Her mother recently died and she's having a hard time. She's afraid she won't last much longer and no one that she knows of will help her.
Eli Brandt is number one in his class. There's just one problem. He's an alcoholic. He won't admit he needs help because no one knows. Yeah, right, no one knows.
Bria Tacey is there to watch them all, to see them for who they really are. She's a bystander, an observer. She befriends them all, but doesn't stick around long enough for them to really understand her. She doesn't see the world in black and white like the rest of them. She see's their true colors and she uncovers their secrets one by one.
Chapter One - Bria
What adults fail to tell you as a young child is that when you are thrown into the harsh world of that place they call school, is that you would be better off jumping out into traffic. You're thrown into a world you know nothing about and thus beaten down, devoured by those higher up than you. You're the bottom of the food chain. You're so innocent and naive and are forced to grow up so quickly. You have to, if you want to survive. High school, or as I prefer to call it, hell, is one of the most hectic places of all. You've got those who chose to go with the flow and grow up and those who decided they weren't finished being douche bags and continue being immature. The ironic thing is the people who don't grow up tend to be those who are higher up in the food chain and those who have grown up are those being devoured. And the worst part of it is, is that no one is who they seem to be. The book worms are those sweet, quiet, reserved people right? Wrong. You'd think that, but you're very wrong. The smart kids never go out and get smashed. They know better than that right? Wrong. The good little teacher's pets are the ones to get laid first. That sweet Christian kid in the back of class who never talks, he's got an STD and his girlfriend is pregnant. That girl with the bright smile on her face all day long, she was just diagnosed with a severe case of depression. That pretty, well behaved girl in your English class does more weed than the 'pot head' I sit next to in math class.
Yet no one seems to see all of that. Everyone sees the world in black and white. They see the world how everyone wants them to see it, without any color. But me, I see that color. I know what goes on. I see it. I hear it. I taste it. I smell it. I feel it. I experience it. I see that color because I am it. Everybody else is just colorblind.
Owen Hewett is dating the most popular girl in school, but all she wants to do is have sex. All his friends expect him to do is play football and score, in more ways than one. But all he really wants to do is focus on school and getting into one of the most prestigious medical schools.
Coyan Wolfe has been in love with the same girl since fourth grade. The girl who had first accepted him into their school. She's not available anymore and she'll never love him. He doesn't want to give up, but he feels hopeless when it comes to expressing his love to her.
Corbin Gabriel is an avid marijuana smoker. He's got issues and he knows it. He won't admit he cares about her, but he does. And when it comes to it he may just be her savior.
Sequoia Indigo is a full blood Cherokee Indian. Her mother recently died and she's having a hard time. She's afraid she won't last much longer and no one that she knows of will help her.
Eli Brandt is number one in his class. There's just one problem. He's an alcoholic. He won't admit he needs help because no one knows. Yeah, right, no one knows.
Bria Tacey is there to watch them all, to see them for who they really are. She's a bystander, an observer. She befriends them all, but doesn't stick around long enough for them to really understand her. She doesn't see the world in black and white like the rest of them. She see's their true colors and she uncovers their secrets one by one.
Chapter One - Bria
What adults fail to tell you as a young child is that when you are thrown into the harsh world of that place they call school, is that you would be better off jumping out into traffic. You're thrown into a world you know nothing about and thus beaten down, devoured by those higher up than you. You're the bottom of the food chain. You're so innocent and naive and are forced to grow up so quickly. You have to, if you want to survive. High school, or as I prefer to call it, hell, is one of the most hectic places of all. You've got those who chose to go with the flow and grow up and those who decided they weren't finished being douche bags and continue being immature. The ironic thing is the people who don't grow up tend to be those who are higher up in the food chain and those who have grown up are those being devoured. And the worst part of it is, is that no one is who they seem to be. The book worms are those sweet, quiet, reserved people right? Wrong. You'd think that, but you're very wrong. The smart kids never go out and get smashed. They know better than that right? Wrong. The good little teacher's pets are the ones to get laid first. That sweet Christian kid in the back of class who never talks, he's got an STD and his girlfriend is pregnant. That girl with the bright smile on her face all day long, she was just diagnosed with a severe case of depression. That pretty, well behaved girl in your English class does more weed than the 'pot head' I sit next to in math class.
Yet no one seems to see all of that. Everyone sees the world in black and white. They see the world how everyone wants them to see it, without any color. But me, I see that color. I know what goes on. I see it. I hear it. I taste it. I smell it. I feel it. I experience it. I see that color because I am it. Everybody else is just colorblind.
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