Rogue Undecided

.:~Chapter fifteen~:.

I have learned that you can look at life in two different ways.

The glass is half empty, or the glass is half full.

That's an expression that I'm sure all of you have heard at one point in your life or the other. I'm sure some of you thought that it was a stupid saying, and that whoever invented it, should be kicked by a horse. But have you ever really stopped and thought over that saying before? Granted, it might be a stupid saying, not disagreeing there, but it has a deeper meaning.

You can either sit around and pout about how your chin zit had grew, and now you have Mount Everest's baby living on your face.

Or you can look in that mirror and thank God that, that zit, wasn't a tumor.

Yeah, chin zits suck, no disagreement there, but it can always be so much worse.

I learned that lesson a while ago. I was fifteen at the time. I had been on my own for five years by that time, and I was finally getting good at the stealing thing. I had shut down that year. It was the same year that Jason had broken up with me, and I had converted back to homeschooling, and liked to pretend that those two years of public school never happened.

I had walked outside one afternoon to find a moving truck in the driveway of the neighboring house. A girl my age was standing on her new porch, with a small box of personal belongings in her arms. She has turned to the sound of my front door slamming shut, and a bright smile overtook her pale face as she saw me. She had ran over to me as fast as her legs would take her, and didn't waste any time in introducing herself.

Her name was Holly. She had moved to Florida from Colorado, but it wasn't until her final days that she told me why. She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, and warm brown eyes that lit up every time she smiled. She was a petite girl, couldn't be more than five feet tall and one hundred pounds. She was pale with a perfect completion, and always wore sweatshirts and a pair of shorts.

We only talked a couple of times. She was a sweet and gentle person. I, of course, was the exact opposite. But no matter how mean I was too her, she never stopped smiling at me.

I had gone on my daily run one August morning. I had my headphones in, and was in my zone, so to speak. I hadn't even realized anyone was running beside me until I turned and looked to my left.

Holly was trying as best as she could to keep up with me, but I was just going to fast. I had stopped running and turned to face her. She was bent over with her hands on her knees, and she was panting.

"What are you doing?" I had snapped at her, not even slightly out of breath.

"Running with you, what does it look like?" she finally straightened to her full height and was facing me.

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Because you looked like you need a friend" she smiled her bright smile at me, just like she did every other day.

"I don't need a friend" I had snapped. "I'm perfectly happy being by myself"

"Nobody deserves to be by themselves" she defended in a soft tone. "No matter what"

I sighed in defeat while looking around the area we were in. A small café had caught my eye.

"Fine" I gave in. "Do you want to get a hot chocolate or something?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "I'll do anything, just as long as I don't have to run again."

I had hid my laugh as I led the way to the small café. Annie's, it was called.