hi butterflies, fulfilling my promise, Jazz Brown in the media. I always pictured her as 'Morgan McQuaid' aka Jasmine Tatyana Brown.
{ -31- } : P U R P L E W E A R S B O O T S.
Lightening flashed ahead in the gathering intimidatingly dark clouds.
The type of rain storm that ruined sleep was about to descend- the type that would have you awake at 3am wondering if rapture had taken place and if your mom was still in her bed or had already made it to heaven.
It was long after dusk and the school yard was eery and ominous.
Aubrey contemplated between going to the garden where no one would hear her cry and searching for her cousin.
She had had the nightmare again- the fright of that cold night in January resurfacing alongside the torturing flashes of the vending machine exploding, those cold lilac eyes, how the electric wires had sparked and those purple rain boots.
Talking to Mrs Payne Justice, Bubble Academy's Guidance Counselor had flooded her with a sea of relief but it sure reopened old wounds.
With her mommy nowhere near Bubble Academy, Aubrey knew her only option was her geeky cousin. Before she knew it, she found herself roaming the awfully silent hallway searching for Jazz Brown.
"Freak!"
"Aubrey! How is my favorite cousin doing?" Jazz's tone drooled sarcasm.
"You're wearing the prep uniform, that's a first."
Jazz nodded staring down at the purple and ash checkers dress, "I figured since I'd be graduating in a few I should try it out and it's not so bad."
"I remembered something else..."
"Okay?" Jazz encouraged her to continue, twisting the door knob and pushing open the door that led into the computer room.
The lights were so bright Jazz winced, readjusting her glasses on her nose before her eyes finally adjusted to the blast.
In the brightness, Jazz noticed Aubrey's demeanor.
"Why do you look so disappointed?"
"I'm afraid you're the only one I can trust."
Jazz gaped at the sly remark.
A few months back and she would have actually been offended. Of course, she was Aubrey's last resort. It wouldn't be the first time she was an option.
She was used to the subtle disregard. She only ever mattered when there were no other preferable options.
"Of course, what was I thinking? You're only soliciting my help because I'm always available, you know that one that never matters unless it's the end of the straw. Valueless. Unimportant."
"Let's not do this right now." Aubrey sighed out, pleading softly.
Like it or not, they both had just each other.
Placing her laptop on the wooden surface of her usual space, Jazz relented, "Well get on with it..."
"Remember those rubber boots we came across one summer a few years ago when we went holiday shopping?"
"Wellie Wishers?"
"Yes. The person who attacked me had on purple Wellie Wishers, it had an intricate floral pattern and a purple ribbon at the mouth."
Jazz's eyes glowed, "I might have an idea..."
"Who?" Aubrey prompted.
"No one." Jazz deadpanned, "Aubrey we are going to need more than that and honestly I am tired--"
