Scarlet

The 'usual' days

Hair? Check!
Clothes? Double check!!
Face? Of course~ Super check!!!

A girl with loose curls tied into a ponytail dashed down to the dining room. Her mother was amused by her spirited appearance to the dinner table.

"Breakfast, dear," the mother announced as the girl showed her stuff.

Her mother just shook her head dismissively. Her little girl was just uber excited about the class photo, but then again she is just eight, what would she know?

The father made his arrival by catching his girl from behind and carried her to the air. The girl gasped and squealed in delight. The father looked pleased with himself.

"My little girl is going to get her photo taken?" He asked while rubbing his rough stubble onto the girl's face.

She squeaked a bit, then followed by a giggle. "Daddy's chin is hard and pointy!" She exclaimed.

"Now, now. Both of you come here and have breakfast," the mother announced.

The father then put down the girl and let her dash to the table for her seat. He sat at the far end after setting out the plates and cutlery. The mother then set the egg and bacon she just fried onto the plates and they are in silence.

What happened after was the usual. The father wearing his suit and driving the Sedan with his girl sitting in the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt ready for school. At the school gate she kissed her daddy goodbye and went off to school.

At school she waltz in; greeted everyone; argued with those who she disliked. The monochromatic usual days...

The teachers told the children but as usual there are those who wanted to play than staying still for a picture. Some cried, some wanted to take the picture by pretending that they were the photographer. The teachers and staff had a hard time handling the group of ecstatic children.

Liz grinned happily as the world was happily smiling at her. She was waiting for her class' turn, so as ge wait she went to the playground and stood by the swings.

Slowly, the sound became faded, the surrounding colours turned into greys, time seemed to slow. Then, she heard the voice.

"Do you think... That everyone here... Is truly human?"

Liz turned her head to the direction of the voice, wondering if this was all a dream and she would awake starting a new day.

It was a boy; crouching on the seat of the swings; swinging it slowly, swaying in the air. But something in his eyes indicates that he wasn't just a boy. His posture was of that of an adult. His appearance seem to be that of a fourth grader but his lips curled into one of a sinister and superior being.
He looked at her with certainty; confidence emanates his very being. Before he started, he chuckled; knowing of something she did not.

"We will meet again in the future... Elizabeth Rose Knightwalker..."

Time began to regain its track. Colours came back to take their places. Sounds of the school started to boom into her ears. She was called by a teacher, she turned back to talk to the boy but he wasn't there. The swings seem to still sway like he had been there. He just disappeared.