Take a deep breath as you walk through those doors

[Lily Taylor]

Take a deep breath as you walk through those doors...


I had been dreading this day for a long, long, time.

I’ve never been one to stand out from the crowd. Well, not in school anyway. Just reading a paragraph out in front of my English class was enough to make me break into a sweat. In fact, scrap that, just a sentence was enough to make me break out into a sweat.

Right now I was whisked to my first class, guided along by this witchy middle-aged woman in charge of discipline, walking a long these rather large empty hallways. They were so different from my old school, not how I expected it. Not how I expected it at all. Mind you nothing is ever how you expect it, is it? It always turns out different from your imagination.

I had forgotten what her name was already and was scared to say anything. She was pointing things out to me as I walked along, something about her school’s history of some sort. I could tell by the way she talked just why she was in charge of discipline. Very quick and sharp. The type of voice you could tell would take no nonsense whatsoever. I could imagine her shouting at me outside one of these classroom doors and decided quickly that it wasn’t something I wanted to happy any time soon. I started at her as she pointed some old design in the ceiling, every little thing seemed to have a story behind it and I felt as though I was obliged as a student to know all of this.

“Take note on how the colours are used effectively to illustrate the...” I could hear her go on, her sharp grey eyes burned into me as she glanced back at me. I hugged my books even tighter to my chest, peering over them. My eyes were completely drawn to her long pointy nose – so much like a witch. I half expected her to have a huge wart hanging off the end of it when she turned her face. It shadowed her face slightly, even in the brightly lit hallways making me shudder at the thought of being stuck in detention with that. We had stopped to admire the artwork as she gazed at it. I paid little attention to it, getting lost in my day dreams as stared at her pursed lips. My mind wandered to her office which I had been locked in before, slumped into a chair watching those lips as she explained the whole discipline system. “May I offer you some coffee or tea?” She asked me, leaning forward to allow me to smell her coffee breath. “No thank you.” I tried being as polite as humanly possible, holding back the urge to throw up all over her smart suit. Her stained teeth were enough to put you off coffee for a life time.

“Moving on!” She basically screamed in my ear.
It gave a new meaning to being given the fright of your life. I almost threw my book into the air and screamed myself. I jumped back, feeling as though my heart was in my throat as it thumped the living daylight out my chest. She stopped to look me up and down for a moment, her facial expressions telling all. “Sorry...” I mumbled behind my books, feeling very self conscious, wishing I hadn’t drawn such attention to myself. The lady gave a tut, spinning on her heels to turn her back on me, before heading off quickly. It left me to slither on behind trying to keep up with her pace. I could hear her footsteps echo around the halls, the quick beat of her heels, each step taking me closer and closer to my first class. I could have done anything to run away there and then. I wish I never got up this morning.

“Right.” She announced sharply, coming to an abrupt halt. I very nearly ran right into her but managed to stop myself, thank god. She gave me another odd look as I backed off wishing I was anywhere but here. “This is your first class, English, Miss Havisham if I’m not correct?”

“Yes.” I hardly could find the breath to squeak, not able to find that little voice inside me.

The witch lady, which I had grown to call her, started to lean into mean, causing me to lean back. I could smell a waft of her very strong perfume insulting the nose. It started to make my eyes water and I found the need to cough and sneeze. She turned her head to come side showing her ear to me. “Sorry?” She half snapped again.

“Yes, English.” I piped up, managing to find the little voice quite quickly. The truth was I had no idea where I was going. I had recited my timetable over and over again, examining my school map to see where I was to go over and over the night before, but all that information had just evaporated. It was much like stage fright, I suppose.

“Good, good. Very well, on we go.” She sniffed, obviously not feeling as though I was worth the trouble.

She reached for the door handle quickly. A little voice on my shoulder kept telling me “Quick, this is your chance, her head is turned, make a run for it while you still can!” And I must admit, it gripped me, ringing in my ears. I dug my nails into my arms so much that I might have drawn blood through the material of my shirt, clutching onto my books as though they would jump out of my arms and run away. I tried to savour the few moment before I had to go in to stand in front of the all those strangers so they could stare and judge me. I could hear them all as the door opened ever so quickly, the last grain on stand in the hourglass timer running out. I could hear them all go quiet in there thousands as the dragon walked in, barking orders at them to be silent, as though they needed it.

“Right class!” She screeched. I felt as though it would have been easier on the ear to drag though nails down the chalk board behind. I bit my lip, standing behind the door, finding my legs were routed to the spot like they had been stiff glued, unable to move... I was shaking like a leaf, feeling so pale and fragile. I wanted just too faint and be sent home. Or better still just be left there to melt away into the ground. I tried to stare straight ahead at a poster on the wall, focusing on that, reminding myself to breathe slow...

“As you know there is a new student joining you this term.” I could see her eyes bulging, scanning the room. Who knows who could be in there. “I want you to Welcome Miss Lilliana Taylor.”

She turned to look at me throwing me a very sympathetic look, looking surprised that I was even still standing at the door. I could tell this was my queue to make my grand entrance. “Right, stand up straight, that’s it,” I told myself “Now, breathe, breathe... Wait, what are you doing still standing there?! MOVE!” I felt as though someone had just given me an almighty shove into the room and almost tripped over there and then. I managed to recover myself before leaving the safe shadows behind the door, walking out into the stage lights.

I half expected to be booed off stage, rotten tomatoes to be thrown at me. I wandered in on weak knees that could buckle any moment now feeling as though I might throw up, breaking into a dry swear again as I spun round to face the class, all of a sudden feeling very self conscious. A million beady eyes were set all on me, judging, deciding who I was. I could feel there glare as they looked me up and down, causing me to do the same, automatically checking if there was something wrong with my outfit which I especially picked out for today. I pushed my hair back behind me ear, lifting my hand up to give a small half hearted wave.

“Hi,” I giggled nervously, smiling like an idiot. I couldn’t stop myself; I wanted to laugh out loud. I felt so stupid.

Please, someone remind me, why did my alarm go off this morning?

...Its the morning of your very first day.

[Dean Parsons]

The day was just beginning when a motorbike roared into the student parking lot, a huge 1000cc red Ninja, the guy on the back of it hidden beneath jeans, riding jacket, helmet and gloves. He was here to start his first day of school, yes he was supposed to arrive yesterday and get settled in his dorm yadda yadda, oh yer and he was supposed to go see some discipline lady so he could be shown around and drilled on the rules of the school.

Boring, so he had come this morning instead, a small truck would arrive in the evening with all his stuff for his dorm and another one a bit later with his horse. Easily pulling the bike into a small crevice that no other vehicle could have fit in he easily swung off the motorbike and reefed it up onto its centre stand cutting the engine once it was done. It didn’t take him long to strip off the gloves, helmet and jacket, revealing a white sleeveless top, light brown to golden blond hair and startling green eyes.

Throwing his riding gear over his shoulder he took the gear sack off the back of the bike it contained his books and first day necessities. He already knew what his first class was and where to find it so he strolled off confidently through the school entering it’s empty halls, looks like he was slightly late as per usual and the students were all ready in class, oh well nothing like a grand entrance to liven up a school day right?

Anyone looking at this guy would think he was someone with a tonne of confidence, and that’s what he worked hard to convey but to be honest he didn’t have all that much confidence in himself but he refused to ever let anyone know that.

It didn’t take him long to find the English room after all it said it on the door, pushing it open he stepped in and noticed there was a girl in his way looking nervous and waving like an idiot, obviously another new comer forced into an embarrassing introduction by the witch looking lady standing at the front next to another lady, he hoped the which one wasn’t the teacher.

But he didn’t show any of his misgivings as he put on a smile and strolled into the class, jacket over one shoulder, helmet in hand with the gloves tucked in side and gear sack in the other. He noticed as the attention turned to him as he walked in the door and he didn’t miss the looks a few of the pretty young ladies gave him either and winked at them.

“G’day, names Dean and I will be your entertainer for this year. So Pretty lady how bout you and me take a seat and we get this show on the road eh?”

He said with total confidence as he took hold of the gear sack in the other hand leaving one free and draping that free hand over the other girl standing by the door looking out of place with ease, as if he had know her for years, and directed to two free desks and chairs in the middle of the room.

“Dean Parsons! How dare you come into this class late, you were supposed to be in my office this morning!” The which looking lady barked from the front having gotten over her slight shock at the late arrival. Dean didn’t look to troubled though he turned to the lady at the front not knowing her name and smiled and easy smile his arm draped over the girls shoulders still.

“Terribly sorry Miss, but you see I was delayed in arriving and only got here 3 minutes ago, now I promise to come straight to your office at the end of the day but do you think it would be ok if right now I attended my classes?”

He said sweetly somehow keeping a smile on his face the whole time he spoke to her and he could see her getting flustered, she started towards then and the door and when she reached the open door she turned to him, “Be in my office at lunch time” she barked before taking her leave. After the door closed he let out a laugh and directed the girl toward the seats, dumping his stuff on the floor he pulled out one of the chairs and motioned for the other girl to sit in it, “Madam”

He said with a smile, waiting for her to accept the seat before sitting in his own chair and looking at the teacher expectantly.

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[Lily Taylor]

Take a deep breath as you walk through those doors...


I had a feeling as though I was up on stage, playing Dorothy in the wizard of Oz, only me and the witch lady had switched places. Staring like a rabbit caught in the headlights out into the audience of beady eyes as I melted away into the ground. I imagined them all as tough critics, taking notes on my outfit and hair, judging me all the time on every aspect. I swallowed, hugging my books tighter trying to smile and act normal.

“G’day, names Dean and I will be your entertainer for this year.” I heard a voice from behind, giving me the fright of a lifetime, one enough to rid you of hiccups for a year. I could feel a shock wave rushing up my spine as I stood to attention, almost throwing my arms un into the air, sending my neat and organized papers flying. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming, holding onto my books with a fierce grip, not wanting to make a fool out of myself in the first few minutes of the school. Well, any more of a fool out of myself at least. I have to say, I think I did a pretty good job collecting myself as I turned to look at this stranger.

“So Pretty lady how bout you and me take a seat and we get this show on the road eh?”

Pretty lady! I could feel myself blush like schoolgirls giggling over there crush. I could tell her was the confident cocky type, very forward, having his arm quickly round me. I looked up at him, he was taller than me, and I’m not a short girl, especially in these heels. He had blonde hair like mine and, well what can I say? He was pretty good looking, for my standards at least. You could have mistaken us to have been friends for years before that the way he was acting. Try telling my friends that I, Lily Taylor, got my hands on a guy within minutes of stepping to the classroom. Yeah right. But wait... what was his name again?

I gazed down at the girls as he guided me forward to an empty front desk. I didn’t feel totally conscious in shock almost that he could just stroll in here like that, in auto pilot as my legs and brain disconnected. Conversation and gossip broke out at this stranger’s arrival as they turned to each other. I swear I could feel my ear burning.

“Dean Parsons! How dare you come into this class late, you were supposed to be in my office this morning!”

Everything fell quiet, nobody daring to speak in case they crossed her wrath. I could feel myself going numb, even though I wasn’t the one getting shouted at. It felt like I was at least, my eyes wide with fear, trembling away afraid to even move. I could imagine her as a fiery dragon behind me, ready to burn Dean or anyone who dared breathe. I could feel her stare on the back of my neck. I used to hate it when my father got angry and screamed at me, it brought back memories full of fear and upset, but this Dean just pirouetted and coolly and calmly replied, completely unfazed by her. In complete control, smiling the whole time.

“Terribly sorry Miss, but you see I was delayed in arriving and only got here 3 minutes ago, now I promise to come straight to your office at the end of the day but do you think it would be ok if right now I attended my classes?”

The teacher was completely taken aback. I could see it in her face. She opened her mouth but didn’t seem to know what to say, in complete shock at Dean’s reaction. Pursing her lips as her face went bright red, snorting as she had nothing, no more fire, just smoke. Defenceless. She quickly turned on her heels and retreated quickly out the door. “Be in my office at lunch time.” She barked, slamming the door behind her, causing me to jump. I listened as her sharp footfalls quickly faded away into the distance and she fled back to her layer.

I could feel the vibrations threw me, as though she had started at earthquake. I started to feel dizzy, swaying as the world tipped backwards and forwards. “Madam.” I heard a friendly voice behind me, dropping gratefully into the chair he pulled out for me, feeling as though I weight a ton.

Dean sat into the chair next to me as the teacher started to try and pick up from where she left, equally confused and flustered by Deans grand entrance. Her voice sounded so far away, I didn’t understand a word she was saying, I just couldn’t make it out. I tried to focus my eyes but my vision was going blurry. My books were starting to get heavier and heavier as my arms became weak and limb. I rested them against the edge of desk. My pen rolled off the edge of my jotters, my eyes following it as it bounced to the floor. The sound echoed in my ears as it rolled away.

I had completely lost what the teacher was saying and slowly stood up to retrieve the pen. It seemed to be the only thing I could focus on in the whole classroom so I made it my mission to rescue it from the English room floor. My world was literally spinning as I stood up, my head was feeling like a hot air balloon. I stumbled forward, I feeling hot and flustered, and so pale and weak as my knees started to buckle, no, I didn’t feel so good at all...

...Its the morning of your very first day.

[Dean Parsons]

Dean had barely sat in his seat next to the new girl who seemed non to sure about any of this when he noted out of the corner of his eye, as he sat slouched in his chair pretending to pay attention to the teacher that she dropped her pen. Now on a normal day he wouldn’t have taken much notice but this girl seemed a little too white, maybe that was her normal colouring, but he didn’t think so. It wasn’t the sort of white you see on girls who just never go out in the sun or when they do lather themselves with sunscreen. She seemed to be the sort of white that was usually followed by fainting, and sure enough as he watched her stand up to retrieve the pen he also saw her sway.

Before anyone else could react he was on his feet and caught her just before she fell and hit her head on one of the near by desks.

“Woah I got ya”

He spoke easily, deciding in his infinite wisdom that the floor was the best place for her since at least there she couldn’t fall any further he gently lowered the girl to the floor of the classroom, at least his way she wouldn’t crack her head open on top of everything he thought. The teacher was there by then and taking over yelling at the other kids in the class who had naturally all stood up and started crowding around her to move back and give the girl room to breathe.

“Just take some deep breaths love and try to relax everything will be fine”

The teacher said as she knelt down beside the new girl to their class, the poor girl was as white as anything, the teacher was wondering if she should send the girl to the nurses quarters to lay down, it was probably the best solution at least there she wouldn’t have a whole class gawking at her. The teachers thoughts were interrupted when the new boy Dean who had caused quite a stir with his entry spoke up opposite her.

“Should I help her outside for some fresh air miss? I think she just got a little overwhelmed, I doubt she needs the nurse, just out there on the lawn.”

He spoke easily and it made sense the poor girl did seem to just need some fresh air and to calm herself down a little the teacher nodded and stood up.

“Ok Dean but if she isn’t looking better in 10 minutes then she goes to the nurse.”

The teacher answered him and he nodded standing up he bent down and lifted the girl easily into his arms, all those years of playing high contact sports and hard training paid off he thought with a grin as he headed for the door with the girl held easily in his arms, another girl near the door jumped up and held it open for them. Dean flashed her a warm smile as he left the classroom and headed for the small amount of grass just outside. Once there he lowered the girl to the ground again placing her this time on the soft grass and flopped down beside her.

“How are you feeling now?”

He asked her gently looking down at the girl who was still very white.

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[Lily Taylor]

Take a deep breath as you walk through those doors...


“Woah I got ya.” Seemed to be the last words I heard, echoing in my ears as gravity came into effect. The gasps of my fellow class mates ringing away in my ears, chairs skidding back as people shot up into the air, hands clasping over mouths adding to the confusion. Unfamiliar arms caught me again, the dizzy double vision blurring out to my blank mental screen.

I felt so strange – dreaming that I was on a float in the middle of the ocean, surrounded my waves of blue lapping up against the sides of the lilo getting pulled further and further out to sea. The refection of pure white light was hurting my eyes as the waves flicked up, the heat of the sun burning against my skin. It reminded me of that quote “Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink.” And I began to realise just what the guy was talking about as I bobbed along on top of the large ocean. Yet I felt completely at peace and as though there was some perfectly acceptable explanation that I just didn’t realise yet. I sat up and gazed about in amazement with nothing but water and blue sky surrounding me. Not a cloud in sight. Lost in the middle of the big ocean.

The vision seemed to just wash away to blank again as I started to come too. The rush of thoughts came back quickly like a movie getting wound forward. Short scenes of information about the morning flashing up quickly. The witch lady, the blonde boy, the pen rolling across the floor. I don’t know why but it just didn’t add up. It was too unusual. It must have been a dream, all some horrible dream.

I brought my hands up to my head quickly pushing my fingers though the thick soft curls feeling incredibly light headed. With a quick sharp breath I opened my eyes to find myself lying out on the large school lawns, a gentle breeze on my bare legs as a couple of birds sang to each other. I pushed myself upright, feeling weak and as though I weighted a ton, trying to work out where I was.

“How are you feeling now?” I heard a soft voice by my left ear as my heart nearly stopped for the second time. I didn’t feel as though I even had the energy to jump. I could feel the world spin slightly as I turned my head to look at the blonde boy nervously in a confused fashion.

“Where the hell am I?” I managed to whisper quickly, feeling panic grow from inside me. “What the hell happened?” I would be surprised if he even could make out what I was saying. I looked at him up and down, waiting for an answer, my breaths becoming shallow and fast. My stomach flipped as the butterflies came awake again, tried to think back, remember something. One minute I was standing in front of a crowd of complete strangers and now I was lying next to one. I could hardly even remember the strangers name never mind anything else about him, and here he was just lying next to me completely at ease. It was as though there had been a glitch in time like in a movie. I demanded some information off this kidnaper.

“How the hell...”

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...Its the morning of your very first day.

[Dean Parsons]

It took a little while for the girl to come around and when she seemed a little freaked out and disorientated. Dean didn’t want to seem imposing so he just relaxed on the grass beside her hands over his head as his eyes closed relaxed. Smile played on his features as he knew the freedom of skipping class and he even had permission to do it.

He waited for her to finish her babbling just relaxing on the lawn seemingly unaware of her distress as she demanded some answers from him. The only problem was that she wouldn’t give him a chance to answer any of them before she was asking more. Finally she let up enough on the questioning to allow him to actually answer some of them.

“Well lets see, your at Firefly Fields Academy, you fainted in English and I brought you outside on the grass to recover so that instead of being cooped up in the classroom with everyone hovering over you, you could use the fresh air outside without people hovering to come round.”

His voice was easy and even, he didn’t have a worry in the world at that moment as he lay sprawled out on the lawn eyes closed enjoying the sun and the fresh air.

“So what’s your name anyway? Your obviously new like me or you wouldn’t have freaked like that.”

He said in an attempt to make conversation and calm her down some though she had no reason to worry. If she was worried all she would have to do would be to walk back into the English room which was after all just over there it wasn’t like he had taken her far just away from the hovering inconsiderate students inside.

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[Lily Taylor]

Take a deep breath as you walk through those doors...


I honestly could have kicked him. He didn’t seem the least bit rushed to answer my questions (or demands, I should say.) In fact he more or less looked as though he had gone to sleep. He was just lying there, stretched out in the sun like a cat basking in a chair. I, of course, was just left to watch over him until it pleased him to give me some answers. I was tempted to give him a good poke in the ribs; he had some explaining to do.

I tilted my head to the side raising my eyebrows at him. “Whenever you’re ready.” I thought to myself as I gripped onto my legs, digging my nails into my boots as my memory came back to me. I concentrated hard, staring down at the little blades of glassed beneath my feel. There were little fragments at a time adding to the puzzle slowly, but it did make the picture clearer, with this strangers help or not. My head shot back to him, catching him in the corner in my eye, making me feel a little dizzy from quick movements. He finally seemed to stir after about a year, hardly batting one of his Maybelline eyelashes as he spoke.

“Well lets see,” He answered easily, very sure of himself I noted. “You’re at Firefly Fields Academy, you fainted in English and I brought you outside on the grass to recover so that instead of being cooped up in the classroom with everyone hovering over you, you could use the fresh air outside without people hovering to come round.”

I gasped slightly, lilting my head forward as my eye brows shot up. I honestly was surprised that he didn’t add how he was superman and saved me from all the nasty students that could have suffocated me. A golden curl fell down from its place tickling my cheeky and I was quick to put it back in its place neatly behind my ear, it suddenly dawned to me what I must look like. A wreck, that is. At least I felt like one.

“So what’s your name anyway?” He started to chat, not bothering to look up. “You’re obviously new like me or you wouldn’t have freaked like that.” He added coolly.

My jaw dropped open as my cheeks went red with embarrassment. Up until then I hadn’t thought about the class I was so sure to make a good impression in front of. I could feel my cheeks burning as I looked away quickly, swallowing and trying to think of something clever to say in return, my eyes scanning the landscape to look for some inspiration as though there would be some billboard of neat comment.

“Freaked out?” I stammered, forcing something, anything, out my mouth that would make me look better. “I would hardly say I freaked out...”My voice trailed off as I looked back at him. He looked as though he was enjoying himself instead of worrying about missing class, or where he had to go next or exams, or even the dreaded witch lady in charge in discipline and “Welcoming” children to the school. In fact, he never really seemed to be fazed about anything.

“I think you’re over reacting.” I stated more clearly this time, collecting my words feeling quite sure of myself for once. I lifted my chin up, looking away into the distance as I told myself that I was perfectly fine. Though, even in the back of my mind I know that I was a hypocrite and I defiantly over reacted myself.

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...Its the morning of your very first day.

[Dean Parsons]

Dean wasn't too worried about the cause for them being outside he was just happy to be outside and not in the stuffy classroom, he never had been much of a stuffy classroom sort of person. He was convinced that the girl was ok other then getting a little overwhelmed she was fine, he had stopped her from hitting her head on the way down so he knew she wouldn't be at risk of a concussion which is always good.

He laughed as she stammered trying to prove that she had not freaked out and trying to shift the attention to him accusing him of over reacting, he hadn't moved from where he lay sprawled out on the ground.

"Ok yer I'm overreacting uh huh"

He spoke easily he didn't feel like arguing with her over something trivial like this he was enjoying the sun, after all who wouldn't, it was a nice day outside and they were out in it, his mind wondered to his new horse he would be getting this afternoon he was so excited to meet the stallion that would be his first horse. He wondered about what this afternoon would be like, what his stallion would be like. Would he be a calm horse and would Dean be able to ride him that day? Or would he be a handful that would need some time here before he would allow to be ridden, Dean didn't know but he was certainly eager to find out.

His mind wandered off on its own not really paying too much attention but enough that if she spoke again he would hear and it would register, whether or not she would or not he didn't know, all he did know was if she got up and went back inside he would be forced to follow, as if he didn't then he would be told off for skipping class.

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[Lily Taylor]

Take a deep breath as you walk through those doors...


"Ok yer I'm overreacting uh huh." He laughed, stretching out in the sun, not looking rushed at all to get back into class, of be missing out on something important, or even to see if I was ok. He was so sure of himself; he didn’t seem to have a worry in the world. I got the strong impression that life was all a big game to him.

“Uh!” I gasped, my eyebrows shooting up, as grin growing, laughing at him. “I was not!”

I gave him a quick flick on the side of his face with my finger, a trick I used to use with young horses in my father’s stable. It was a sort of little light hearted punishment when for when they were being cheeky in the stable. I used to give them a light flick on the muzzle – it always worked a treat. They soon got the idea and stopped misbehaving without too much fuss.

I felt a lot better now, breathing in fresh air and the scent of the sweet grasses rather than stuffy hot classroom air. I started to relax, flopping over onto my side as I studied his face. I leant my chin lightly on my hand making on L shape with my arm as I propped myself up by my elbow. For sure, he was good looking but there seemed to be more to him than what he showed at first. There just had to be more that his inflated ego. Although he was relaxed I couldn’t help but feel as though he had a lot of stress in his life. He seemed to have a lot more to worry about than he gave away. I don’t know why. Maybe it was because I felt the same way.

I looked down at the neatly trimmed grass, seeing a small daisy pushing through for sunlight having escaped the last cutting. I tilted its little head towards me, feeling a curl fall down against my cheek again. I squeezed my long nails into its stalk, breaking it away from the rest of its little group. I lifted it up to eye level, taking a deep breath, sighing deeply as I examined it, rolling over into my back. I lazed back dropping my eye line to the little plant as my elbows pushed me up against the soft new grass. I gently pulled away at the petals, playing the childhood game “Love me, Love me not” bringing back childhood memories when things didn’t seem to matter so much. Plucking away one at a time, mouthing the words along in my head. It came down to the last petal as I pulled it away gently, giving my fingers a quick brush to get rid of the little white leaves, staring at the empty little shrub. “Love me.” I whispered, smiling to myself, feeling like I had won the game somehow.

I twirled the poor little fellow in my fingers but soon became bored with it, discarding it quickly to like side so it was back with its little friends. I rolled over to look at the young man next to me as I gazed at him, wondering who he was, and what his horse is like. I tilted my head to the side and looked down at my finger nails, spreading them in the grass. I had spent so much time the night before making myself look as perfect as possible, and not to forget all efforts this morning – much use it had been. The sweet smile crept off my face ever so slowly and softly. I had made a fool out of myself anyway. I wondered what he thought about me. Right wimp I suppose...

Everything seemed to go still and quiet as I gazed along the skyline and drifted back into my dreams, my face softing, my eye lids dropping. Reality fading away...

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...Its the morning of your very first day.