unbound

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Sometimes as I walk through the moon lit forest, I wonder if there are faeries burrowed in the trees and if the bunnies and the deer are sipping on tea with the white haired boy from my dreams. Sometimes I wonder if its possible to escape my reality and return to the one with the calming nights spent stargazing with the white haired boy.

When my insomnia consumes me I like to think that in some world, far away from here, another me is sitting with the white haired boy. That the other me in spending her nights planting starlillies on the moon. We'd take a break, the white haired boy and I, to drink tea while the calming silence of the moon lit forest swallowed us. Those are the moments I dream of, the moments I wish for when 11:11 shows on the clock. The moments I so desperately crave. Maybe one day I'll meet the white haired boy who invades my dreams on the rare nights I sleep.

When the white haired boy and I meet, I'll make sure to ask if we can plant hauntingly beautiful starlillies and take breaks to stargaze with piping hot tea. Maybe if I walk deep enough into this seemingly endless forest, I'll find the key to the world I wish for. The world with the white haired boy.

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'ugh' I let out a quiet groan, my hand smacking the sheets around me in search for my phone. As soon as my terrible 6 am wake up call is snoozed for the next 30 minutes I make a mental note to write down my latest dream. Last night was one of few where my insomnia took a much needed holiday. Needless to say, I stumbled down the stairs to fix a bowl of cereal and catch up on the latest events of Jen and Judy.

Starlilly rubs up on my leg as she purrs in a whisper. It's nice to know her morning is going well. I set her food plate down in front of her before slicing a few strawberries for myself to munch on while I get dressed. These days cereal just doesn't seem to taste as good. I guess I'm just getting bored of the same flavour.

My blanket dragged itself up the stairs as it clung to my shoulders for dear life as I struggled to hold onto my phone, plate and two heavy corners of a comforter. Starlilly followed not far behind me, attacking my blanket as it moved up the stairs. As I opened my door, I was greeted with the golden glow of the fairly lights above my bed and the pink and rose shades of the sun rising from behind my window decorated with clouds of glitter.

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My phone quickly reminded me of my fading time before I threw my heavy closet doors open. Starlilly stared in anticipation as I argued with myself over which sweater to wear. "Which one do you like??" I asked jokingly. She unexpectedly made a face and pawed at the lilac sweater with little clouds embroidered on the pocket. I nodded in agreement, making a mental note to ask for more fashion advice from my cat who clearly has a good taste.

I threw the rose scented lilac cluster of fabric and thread onto my bed and made my way into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my aching teeth that were imprisoned behind bars of steel and baby blue bands. I took some ibuprofen and called it quits. I peeked into my room to see my kitten curled up on my oversized sweater sleeping rather peacefully. I smiled lightly as I pulled out a pair of high waisted, white jeans. I quickly decided against them as Starlilly smacked them. "Wow, I'm really taking advice from a cat." I giggled at the idea, glancing at her. "What do you suggest then?"

She curled back into a ball on my bed and fell asleep once more. I sighed, deciding on high waisted black ripped jeans for the third time this week. I looked at my phone for a quick time check only to be slapped with the cold hands of reality. 7:00 am. "Shit." I grabbed my brush and one to many hair ties. I shoved them into my bag along with a few miscellaneous items that may or may not be necessary. I slipped on my black docs, kissing Starlilly on the head, and running out the door.

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My hair blew in the crisp morning air as small droplets of sweat appeared on my forehead, making me more than thankful for remembering to put deodorant on before leaving as well as the bangs that stuck to my dew drop adorned skin. My glasses threatened to fall as I bolted to the bus stop, making it just in time. My bus driver looked at me, "Late again, Ms. Olivia." His wrinkles curled up as he joked. "At least I made it this time, Bert." I laughed. He nodded towards the seat with his lunch bag.

I took my seat, thanking Bert for the seat that he saved for me each morning. I popped in my earbuds letting girl in red drown me in her euphoric voice accompanied by the calm morning sky that was a now a soothing shade of orange. I let myself doze off for the rest of the hour long ride.

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I awoke to the shuffling of bags and voices that were coated in sleep deprivation soaking in caffeine. I grabbed my bag and made my way through the crowd of stressed teens and underpaid teachers. I ran up the stairs and to my morning library shift which got me out of geometry for the day.

"Want a muffin??" A familiar voice pipped up from behind the desk. I jumped a bit from the sudden enthusiasm June greeted me with. "Not even a good morining?" I joked. "Mornin'. Now, would you like a muffin?" She retorted. "Chocolate chip?" She looked at me as if to say 'are you serious?' "Of course."

I smiled, thanking her for the morning treat. "So, there's a new kid." I looked at her, my eyes widening. "June! It's not even 8:30, how could you possibly know that?" I questioned. "I'm magic, duh." She sarcastically replied. "They were in here a few minutes before you got here. They were looking for Ms. Rosalie. Apparently she was the one in charge of getting their schedule and locker info." She stated. "Was??" I repeated. "Well, she was a no show. I called her and she apologized profusely before explaining how late she was gonna be." She explained to me in an exasperated tone.

"What about the kid?" She looked at me, a smirk adorning her perfectly pink lips. "Well, they got their schedule and it looks like you coincidentally have art, history, French and orchestra with them." My curiosity was piqued oddly enough. I hummed in response to her comment, wondering what this new kid looked like. Deep down I hoped next period would be here sooner than later.

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The second period bell rang throughout the halls, signaling the end of the most tiring hour of the day. I grabbed my bag and new collection of mystery books as I parted ways with June who had the luxury of a double library shift that morning. I rushed through the halls as I attempted to hide my excitement. It was rare that we had a new student since our school wasn't the best in the district and on top of that, it was stationed weird. For example, you and another student of the same age and grade could be nextdoor neighbors and go to different schools. Most of the time students coming in the middle of the school year went to our rival school, Yellowbridge High.

I walked into art class, setting my books down and pulling my sketchbook from my backpack. As more students loudly filled the room, I became less aware of my surroundings and more focused on the monstrosity I call art in front of me. The rest of the world seemed to go quiet and weirdly calm. I chalked it up to be my zoning out until the teacher knocked on his paint covered desk.

As soon as I looked up, my eyes met with theirs. The whole world stopped. He smiled at me, his small hand waving at me from afar. "Now that I have your attention, this is Oliver. He'll be joining us for the rest of the year." He turned to him, gesturing towards my seat. I wasn't quite sure what he was saying but the baby blue jumper and white haired teen sitting by me was enough of a clue.

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