Breaking Heights - Chapter 2
You get to meet Lilly's sister, and get a bit of her POV! None of Lilly's POV sorry. :P
It felt like I was on with the sky, a sense of power like a bird with the swiftest wings and relaxation as if I were an angel, resting on a feather cloud.
If only I could feel this way forever, swallowed in an ocean of color and never come down.
I snapped back out of my daydream and faced the dirty, dingy walls of my room. My life used to be so perfect before the fire. When my family was real people, not the two dogs at my orphanage. Unfortunately, life isn't perfect; I know that first hand.
A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts, out of my fantasy.
I cried a horse, "Come in," to who ever was at the door. I hoped it wasn't Mistress Evens, I couldn't deal with the director coming down to lecture me right now. Wasn't it enough torture that I was actually here.
The door opened and a tall man walked in. His blond hair and muscular frame led me to guess he was cruel, but his kind blue eyes contradicted.
"Lil' Fasfer?" he asked. I gasped in surprise, he even knew my nick name.
Not dwelling on the fact though, I quickly bit my tongue and answered, "Yes, Mister..." I paused waiting for him to fill in the pause but he seemed satisfied with my answer.
"I am here to tell you about an opportunity." He grinned and looked at me as if he wanted a reply. I gave him a small half smile and he continued to talk.
"You Amelia Rillansom Fasfer have been chosen to go to..." he paused dramatically, "To go to Duke, a university."
He looked at me with a look of question on his face when he added "A university"; did he think I was 5 years old of something. I glared at him and asked, "When do I get out of here?"
"3 days."
With that he walked out of the room leaving me alone again, with only my thoughts for company.
College? Already? Just the thought made want to gasp for air as a fish out of water might. When had I grown up? We didn't celebrate birthdays here, so how was I supposed to know.
With a rush of adrenaline, I packed all my belongings into my one murky green suitcase. Everything else was going to have to fit in my ratty black backpack from 7 years ago.
I lay on my "Calming" blue bed tired as if I had been hauling bricks around my room. I closed my eyes and fell to the temptation of sleep.
A murky yellow surrounded me. It was a dream like state where a full sensation of weightlessness fully engulfed my body. A Wisteria was placed in the center of my range of vision.
A teasing voice began chanting "Truth or not, truth or not" as the shiny purple petals started to brown and fall. Faster and faster went the chanting, and faster and faster went the petals. It was like an odd dance of shame and misery for the poor flower. I was on the last petal and the voice at "Thru-"
A bright light busted into my eyes.
"Turn it off." I said to whatever it was. I opened half an eye and saw sunlight pouring into my window. A feeling mixed with fear, sadness, happiness, excitement, and the unknown filled my mind and created an aura around me. I felt like I was glowing.
Only 2 days left until I begin my life. Only 2 days until maybe, I could see my sister Lilly.
If only I could feel this way forever, swallowed in an ocean of color and never come down.
I snapped back out of my daydream and faced the dirty, dingy walls of my room. My life used to be so perfect before the fire. When my family was real people, not the two dogs at my orphanage. Unfortunately, life isn't perfect; I know that first hand.
A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts, out of my fantasy.
I cried a horse, "Come in," to who ever was at the door. I hoped it wasn't Mistress Evens, I couldn't deal with the director coming down to lecture me right now. Wasn't it enough torture that I was actually here.
The door opened and a tall man walked in. His blond hair and muscular frame led me to guess he was cruel, but his kind blue eyes contradicted.
"Lil' Fasfer?" he asked. I gasped in surprise, he even knew my nick name.
Not dwelling on the fact though, I quickly bit my tongue and answered, "Yes, Mister..." I paused waiting for him to fill in the pause but he seemed satisfied with my answer.
"I am here to tell you about an opportunity." He grinned and looked at me as if he wanted a reply. I gave him a small half smile and he continued to talk.
"You Amelia Rillansom Fasfer have been chosen to go to..." he paused dramatically, "To go to Duke, a university."
He looked at me with a look of question on his face when he added "A university"; did he think I was 5 years old of something. I glared at him and asked, "When do I get out of here?"
"3 days."
With that he walked out of the room leaving me alone again, with only my thoughts for company.
College? Already? Just the thought made want to gasp for air as a fish out of water might. When had I grown up? We didn't celebrate birthdays here, so how was I supposed to know.
With a rush of adrenaline, I packed all my belongings into my one murky green suitcase. Everything else was going to have to fit in my ratty black backpack from 7 years ago.
I lay on my "Calming" blue bed tired as if I had been hauling bricks around my room. I closed my eyes and fell to the temptation of sleep.
A murky yellow surrounded me. It was a dream like state where a full sensation of weightlessness fully engulfed my body. A Wisteria was placed in the center of my range of vision.
A teasing voice began chanting "Truth or not, truth or not" as the shiny purple petals started to brown and fall. Faster and faster went the chanting, and faster and faster went the petals. It was like an odd dance of shame and misery for the poor flower. I was on the last petal and the voice at "Thru-"
A bright light busted into my eyes.
"Turn it off." I said to whatever it was. I opened half an eye and saw sunlight pouring into my window. A feeling mixed with fear, sadness, happiness, excitement, and the unknown filled my mind and created an aura around me. I felt like I was glowing.
Only 2 days left until I begin my life. Only 2 days until maybe, I could see my sister Lilly.
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