Violet's Fire

• Sharna Donald, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2015

Violet's pov~

I yawn waking up in my my bed I redesigned my room last week my whole room is blue despite my name everyone thinks my favourite colour is purple.

I actually hate the colour ,I love my name though it reminds me of my mother ,she died in a car crash just after I was born .

I don't know the rest dad wouldn't tell me a lot I don't know he seems clamed  by it all it scares me a little .

There he is standing at the door yawning him self "come on v , last day of school and tomorrow is your birthday " he sighs happyly "17 how proud I am" .

he leans into the door fram as if he is smiling and laughing  "yeah thanks dad " he chuckles as if he was telling him self a joke " be down in 20 minutes bus will be here soon " he shuts the door leaving me questioning his sanity I huff and get up doing my daily routine .

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I walk out the door and catch my bus I growl when I see them " hey vv ,come hang with us " I hate them so much I sit away from them and plug in my ear phones and drif away from the world around me " hey wake up freak " they hiss at me as they go past . I get off the bus last  walking hazly to my friends they don't talk to me often but they are there I get my art book out and let the music blast out my earphones drawing what ever comes out of my hand today I am drawing the moon setting on a dark night and some woods in the corner and a wolf praying the ground I sigh as the bell goes I head to my first class .

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As the last bell goes for the day I drag my body home and walk into that backyard and stare out into the woods and hear a howl so clearly it scares me I blink my eyes back and listen for it again ...nothing I shrug it off and go to my room pluging in my ear phones and  start falling asleep .