Be realistic. Two bloody words I still can't get rid of in my head. I just can't. Be mature. Grow up. All kids have heard that phrase, haven't they? I mean, when did they start saying it to me, at age 7? When I finally made it to the damned fourth grade. I just can't be realistic. So many fairytales I've heard, giving me the most wild imagination ever! I mean, Snow White, Cinderella-but nothing ends happily ever after. Ever. Nothing will end in perfection. It will be just the end or a to be continued in the afterlife shit. I'm only fourteen, and I've never taken things realistically. I love seeing things stretched out, and counting the endless possibilities of things in this brilliant universe. My brilliantly ginger coloured bounced and shined in the sunlight as the screams and laughter of children were heard from the public pool. I was sitting in the shade with my mother, the woman whom I took my looks after. Our eyes were a beautiful forest green. I tinkered with my anklet, and my mom piped up. "Dear, why don't you go in the pool with the other children?" "Because mum, I don't like any of them." But I was simply lying. Normally, the sound of love made me gag, but not Emilia or Anna. They loved that stuff. Emilia's hair is a light blonde, and Anna has short black hair with a stripe of blue and a stripe of purple. My eyes glazed over as I spaced out again, staring at a tree. My mom snapped her fingers. "Is there anyone you hang out with at school, besides Emilia, Anna, and Leo?" Leo is Emilia's boyfriend. Gag. Someone get them a room or something. I squeezed my bottle of orange juice, seeing him. "Hm? Dear?" "No one else, mum." She simply nodded, and started to read her book. "Alright dear." I stared, just feeling awkward. Dear god, and he was named after a movie character. Absolutely charming. Sweeny. Ironically, his father, Jack Todd, had the last name Todd. It made me laugh. Sweeny Todd. ------------ 0.0 Based off of stuff.... 0.0 Some people will understand. ^^
I was spacing out again, this time staring at a bird. I blinked, then my eyes fell on him again. I started to laugh when my mother stopped me dead in my tracks. "Melodie dear, what are you laughing at?" I was embarrassed. I'm usually quiet about my personal business. "O-Oh," I laughed nervously. "it was just a bird. It made me chuckle a bit, that's all." She raised an eyebrow, and her eyes searched to what I was looking at. "Oh! I see!" my mother giggled. My face blew up in a bright shade of crimson. I melted. "Isn't that the boy you knew from kindergarten? He was friends with Nellie! Poor Nellie, I miss her...I bet he took it hard..." My mom started that sentence happily, and ends with pure sadness. It was true, Nellie had went suicide. She hated the way the world had treated her poorly, and she struck both of her wrists with a blade. I had stayed home for three days, and on the last day I was sent to Nellie's funeral. Sweeny was there, crying in silence. He's a quiet kid, and doesn't smile much. His eyes are a pretty colour of red. Quite odd really. Some people say that he isn't normal. I think that's just silly. Of course he's normal... That's not what I knew. I wasn't normal, nor was my family. I can't be realistic for that matter. I'm not norml. Nor is Leo, or Emilia. Not Anna. Not her Korean friends. Our group was different. Emilia was born into witchery and healed things with a pink sphere. Anna had a short temper, and her sparks of fire from her fingertips matched her personality. Myungsoo had a double personality, hot and cold. Fire and ice. Syungjol had the power of healing. He had the beautiful image of a rose when he healed things. He also had a brother, but I've never heard his name or his powers. I was partly demon, but my eyes showed nothing. I could cause pain. Sweeny was special. He was different. Somewhat always alone without Nellie, whom loved him so.
Now it's Monday. The day I hate to see because it means I'll be in a camp with a bunch of other social freaks. Sweeny's going though, so I might make it this summer. I drag my things to the shower. A simple sleeved dress with leggings and boots. That's the normal for me, no matter that weather it is. I straightened my wet hair, making a singeing sound as soon as the flat iron touched my hair. I stared at my complexion, only to space out and to day dream about Sweeny.
"So, Melodie, do you know anyone going to the day camp with you?" Perfect freaking timing to get a damn job in the summer, mom. I'm not social if you didn't realize it. My green nails matched the forest green accents on my black dress. I sat awkwardly in the back, humming to a song by Danny Elfman. Freaking Nightmare Before Christmas hero. My mom loves the movie, and she has all the songs re-sang by bands. Like Kidnap The Sandy Claws by KoRn. My mom wouldn't stop glancing back at me, as if I was beating at the windows with a flyswatter. "Hm?" "What did you ask?" I chirped slightly, looking up at her bright eyes. "I said, do you know anyone going to the day camp?" My face flushed. "N-No one." I piped. She smirked, making a sharp turn. "That's a lie, Melodie Raine." "I-I know." I sighed, whacked my head into the side of the door. "Who?" she asked curiously. "S-Sweeny." I stirred, hiding my face in my sleeves.