Shattered

9: Flowers In Your Hair

Author's Note: Due to lovely advice given by many of my fans, I feel like in the past week I have learned a lot about writing descriptions. This is why this chapter is so long, and I hope you will see a tremendous difference in my writing. I love this chapter to pieces, and I hope you do as well! When I have the time, (I'm not lazy, only busy) I plan to correct the previous chapters. My dream is to enter this into the 2012 Watty Awards, but I'm far from ready. Thank you all once more for your support, this story has reached 1,000 reads! Enough rambling, you're here to read the chapter!

Thanks again,

Meghan.

With tears freshly falling down her face, and a burning sun hot on her back, Brianna headed quickly down the wooden stairs that would lead her away from the apartment. She heard Mica's sympathetic and scared voice call after her, but she ignored it. 

  Her hair, which fell in golden curls halfway down her back, flew behind her as she jogged down the road on the sidewalk. She passed no one as her pace slowed into a fast walk. Not even a car drove by, for on that November Sunday, there was nothing better to do than to stay at home. 

 She passed her high school, which was the last building before you entered the next city, and walked around the chain link fence. The distance around the fence was barely fifty yards, for the school was just an old brick house. There were thistle and weeds around the house and fencing, and the peeling letters above the door appeared to say "Jnngs igh Sool etabhed 19"

  But Brianna took no notice of such things, for having seen it her whole life, it had no effect on her. She struggled past the thorns on the outside of the fence, and after slightly tearing her cotton dress at the bottom, emerged in the field behind the school.

  Looking at the tattered school, you would never guess that something so beautiful could be hidden behind it. Amidst tall grasses that hid your feet from view, and dirty grounds, were hundreds of wildflowers. Tall, whimsical, and bright, they seemed to welcome whoever observed them.

  With her dress blowing in front of her, and the tall grass scratching at her legs, she sat down, obstructing her lower body from view, were anyone to come. She took a deep breath, as the roaring wind blew her hair in front of her eyes. 

  She fiddled with a piece of grass; the dew rubbing onto her fingers. It was her place to think; to escape. It was the only place where she felt safe.

  As she pushed her hair back with sticky fingers, a figure sat down beside her. Her companion stared ahead with her large, light brown eyes, seemingly lost in thought. Her jean shorts were torn like Brianna's dress, but more so, since she was not as familiar with navigating around the thorns. 

  Moments passed in silence, and Mica still had not said anything. WIth the atmosphere eating away her emotions, Brianna spoke.

  "Lovely day."

  Mica snorted. "Classy," she said sarcastically, spitting her windblown hair out of her mouth. She paused before continuing. "What are you feeling like?"

  Brianna thought for a moment. She leaned back on her hands, digging into the dirt sodden ground. "I am feeling like...Garfield on a Monday."

  "I would say something, but I kind of set you up for that one," said Mica, her lip trembling as she fought the impulse to laugh. Brianna's smile faded as she prepared to be serious about the question.

  "I feel," she began, speaking freely, "kind of torn."

  Jacob spoke to the two girls with animosity and hatred as he recollected his version of the story.