>•~Falling Upwards~•<

Chapter Ten: Where the Sky Meets

Small pebbles plop,
Into a pond,
Plop,
Plop,
Plop.

As each one follows in,
It pushes up the water;
Makes it seem more full;
Makes it seem more in quantity,
Then what it holds.

This is told,
As are friends.
To be friends with a "right" being,
Or to find someone,
Who can bring out the joy in you?

~*~

(Probably a few days later...)

  I sit on a bench, outside of the ruined building, where we stay. I can see why April and August go out on many trips out into the desert. Although, always at night. The day holds too many threats under the sun's harsh gaze.

  I trail my free hand over the different curves and edges on the stair where I sit. Although I want to go out from this house, I cannot. April said I was better, but I guess "better" just meant well enough to do chores around here. Oh well.

  I find it intriguing how each of the edges have a path. Like a stream. They all follow their own route, and do not seem to care if they merge with another. Eventually, though, they follow over into the sand. They all have a start, and an end.

  I like tracing over these. While this activity may seem boring to someone who is not me, I quite enjoy it. Some have rough sides, while others are smooth. Some have long streams, where they may merge with another, or multiple merge together. Rather, sometimes they can be blunt, and short.

  Maybe these are like people's lives. Some live rough, angered lives. Others may be happy and content with what they accomplish. Then, there can be those who live a long life, or others who barely get any time on our world.

  'How did I get all of this out from a plank of wood?' I think, and ask myself.

  I guess I am just weird. That seems like a sufficient answer to my random problems and questions. I am weird. I am off.

  If I had a road on this stair, I would believe it would have vanished. Perhaps I had a life before, but now that is gone. Maybe one day it will pick up again, or maybe I have just started a new life all over again.

Just with less time.

  I stare at the abyss of the world around me. There is not much. Just sand, some more sand, and sky. At sunset, the sand at the sky appears to merge. It reflects the sun, especially then. This land must have been built to worship the sun, and all of the fire it withholds.

  I forgot what I held in my other hand. A small red roundish ball. August told me these were called "tomatoes". Again, most tomatoes do not do well here. Some that grow well, may ripen early and turn orange. Then again, these plants all thrive, and can be harvested many times over.

  A voice calls from behind me, "C!"

  I heard one voice, but hear multiple people coming towards me. I turn around, and see August and April coming towards me. April sits down beside me. I am stunned — Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought she would have even thought of sitting next to me. She always is so angry, and has this permanent glare on her face.

  August plops down on my other side. He smiles at me. "Whatcha doing?"

  I open my arms, and showcase everything around us, "Just enjoying the sight,"

  "Wow, this must be so pretty," He says in a sarcastic tone.

  I nod, and squint my eyes. "Yes... very sandy."1

  A small breeze comes in to play with our hair. It ruffles it up, and tosses it aside. I laugh; August looks like that dead rat I saw the other day. That rat was one of the only other things I have seen in this sandy place. Well, besides this building, and other dead things. A dead rat counts as a dead thing, so it wasn't anything new.

  I wonder how I went from fearing him, and April, to now being comfortable around them. I still fear April. Not to the point where I am scared that either of them would eat me alive. Just as my previous fears had told me. At least, I don't think they are going to eat me.

  He rolls his eyes, and pats my head. Like someone would do to their dog. April glares at us from her corner. I raise an eyebrow at her. I don't understand why she is constantly so upset. I mean, we do live in a... meh-world, but we have it pretty good! After all, none of us are that dead rat I saw before. Nor the other dead things, either.

  "Ugh, stop," She scowls at us. "You both are acting so immature."

  I pretend to scowl back at her, "Ugh, sorry, Your Majesty,"

  Her eyes widen. She raises an eyebrow at me. I do the same. A part of me wants to antagonize her. The other, with the common sense, knows that this is a horrible idea. That side knows that the results of me annoying her, are nit in my favor.

  April jut rolls her eyes. "Mhm, thank you, Your Majesty."