Learning How to Live
My Secret Park
Friday afternoon
‘’If anyone of you will notice my lack of presence, I’m out for a walk.’’ I said through the yelling of my younger sister and my mother, not bothering for an answer.
I opened the door and stepped in the cold weather that is in Salmon Arm. I zipped more my leather jacket and pulled my burgundy beanie over my brown chocolate hair. The peaceful silence engulf me, and again, I felt nice and at ease. Oh, how I missed this.
My household is a complete chaos; my mother is exhausted from work and all the unpaid debts she can’t defray; my sister, Kacey, is in her teenage angst, she literally thinks everything turns around her; my father is missing from the picture since a year or two. And there’s me, caught between all of this. I do nothing against my family, nor do I do something for them. I’m just eating and sleeping there. The lines of my life are built outside of it.
At least, my mother isn’t on my back: she gives me an allowance. I guess this is her way to apologize for having a dysfunctional family. I wish there would be another way, but we are disconnected.
I should stop whining. In fact, I wasn’t. It’s weird, but I’m no longer mad. Since I’m born, yelling was ruling the house. When my mom was pregnant of my sister and I was too young to go outside by myself, I would hide and observed the scene, trying to understand the main reason of their fights, why they were saying that, its meaning and all. I’ve done this until I was twelve. At first, I was going out secretly, but one time, my mother was in my room when I entered it by the window, and she just asked me where I’ve been and if I had fun. By this time, I figured I could just go out by the front door; easier and less dangerous.
Since then, I walk in my free time. In school, I was outside whenever I could. People called me Windy Girl because I was the only one still going outdoors even when the weather was awful. I didn't mind at all because I wasn't bullied by it. It’s weird, don’t get me wrong, but I like to examine the trees, the grass, the rain falling or the buildings and just listen to their silence. They are not arguing like at home. I guess that’s why I’m always out; nothing is yelling, screaming or swearing. I just don’t like noise.
I think I lost my mind a bit. Not that much, just a bit.
Just like the usual, I walked to my secret place. Well, it’s not secret, because it’s open to everyone, but it seemed I'm the only one who found it. I just called it that way. Slowly, the bench where I always sat on gradually appeared. I smiled and augmented my pace.
But I stopped abruptly when I remarked something different on it. Yes, it was still the same old washed brown with some black graffiti on it, a whole right in the middle of the backrest, rust all over the metal and on the bolts.
Someone other than me was placed on it.
‘’Well that’s new. Someone finally acknowledged the existence of this place.’’ I thought.
Curious by nature, I decided to sit on it anyway, see if things will deviate from the usual -it's already anyway. Taking my place next to the visitor, I looked in front of me, smiling at such beauty. Everytime I came here, I always remebered why I felt in love with this place; its innocent beauty and calm silence.
"Hi."
A small wave of disappointment washed me: we were speaking the same language. I know it’s weird, but I always hope to meet someone with a different language than mine. English is the only one I learnt. I always wanted to be polyglot (the ability to master numerous languages), but guess this dream will have to wait until I’m free from this shitty town. Okay, shitty was harsh. What I mean is Salmon Arm is a tiny town in British Columbia, so tiny you have to look with a magnifying glass to find it on the map.
I’m drifting away. My point is because of this, my town is not the most technically advanced in all kind of field (technology, electronics, school, jobs, entertainment, clothes, roads, cars, anything). I’m not sure if I make sense, but anyway. I wished Salmon Arm was more developed and modern, so people hoping to have a future other than fishing and being a cashier at fast food court would have a future. Like going to the University and study language and communication.
You know, my kind of future. Dream future I supposed…
"Hi." I responded with a smile, turning my face towards the stranger.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?" Even if it was somewhat cold, the sun had finally come out from the clouds, making the lake sparkled and all other source of water in the area.
I nodded and my eyes travelled his profil. A pale skin, a large cambered forehead, his eye sockets gently pushed in his skull, a small chin... He turned around, facing me fully. Huge bags were under his eyes, his blond hair were used to be what I supposed a quiff, but they were all heading different ways, just like he woke up. Brown roots betrayed his dyed hair.
"Rough night?" I asked.
"Horrible."
The silence fell on us. I watched how his pupil was circled by a thin line of green, changing into a bright blue in the iris and finishing with a darker one. Eyes always intrigued me. Did you know the pupil was actually a whole? If you watch closely and to the side, I guarantee you'll see. Some say if you look into it, you can see the soul of the beholder.
"I'm Lyvia." I presented myself.
"Nick."
I smirked at his lie. I knew who he was. Even if everyone around here was so closed up on what was going on in this town than what was happening outside of it, I still managed to know couples of things, like who he is.
"Nice to meet you, Niall." I corrected him and looked in front of me.
‘’If anyone of you will notice my lack of presence, I’m out for a walk.’’ I said through the yelling of my younger sister and my mother, not bothering for an answer.
I opened the door and stepped in the cold weather that is in Salmon Arm. I zipped more my leather jacket and pulled my burgundy beanie over my brown chocolate hair. The peaceful silence engulf me, and again, I felt nice and at ease. Oh, how I missed this.
My household is a complete chaos; my mother is exhausted from work and all the unpaid debts she can’t defray; my sister, Kacey, is in her teenage angst, she literally thinks everything turns around her; my father is missing from the picture since a year or two. And there’s me, caught between all of this. I do nothing against my family, nor do I do something for them. I’m just eating and sleeping there. The lines of my life are built outside of it.
At least, my mother isn’t on my back: she gives me an allowance. I guess this is her way to apologize for having a dysfunctional family. I wish there would be another way, but we are disconnected.
I should stop whining. In fact, I wasn’t. It’s weird, but I’m no longer mad. Since I’m born, yelling was ruling the house. When my mom was pregnant of my sister and I was too young to go outside by myself, I would hide and observed the scene, trying to understand the main reason of their fights, why they were saying that, its meaning and all. I’ve done this until I was twelve. At first, I was going out secretly, but one time, my mother was in my room when I entered it by the window, and she just asked me where I’ve been and if I had fun. By this time, I figured I could just go out by the front door; easier and less dangerous.
Since then, I walk in my free time. In school, I was outside whenever I could. People called me Windy Girl because I was the only one still going outdoors even when the weather was awful. I didn't mind at all because I wasn't bullied by it. It’s weird, don’t get me wrong, but I like to examine the trees, the grass, the rain falling or the buildings and just listen to their silence. They are not arguing like at home. I guess that’s why I’m always out; nothing is yelling, screaming or swearing. I just don’t like noise.
I think I lost my mind a bit. Not that much, just a bit.
Just like the usual, I walked to my secret place. Well, it’s not secret, because it’s open to everyone, but it seemed I'm the only one who found it. I just called it that way. Slowly, the bench where I always sat on gradually appeared. I smiled and augmented my pace.
But I stopped abruptly when I remarked something different on it. Yes, it was still the same old washed brown with some black graffiti on it, a whole right in the middle of the backrest, rust all over the metal and on the bolts.
Someone other than me was placed on it.
‘’Well that’s new. Someone finally acknowledged the existence of this place.’’ I thought.
Curious by nature, I decided to sit on it anyway, see if things will deviate from the usual -it's already anyway. Taking my place next to the visitor, I looked in front of me, smiling at such beauty. Everytime I came here, I always remebered why I felt in love with this place; its innocent beauty and calm silence.
"Hi."
A small wave of disappointment washed me: we were speaking the same language. I know it’s weird, but I always hope to meet someone with a different language than mine. English is the only one I learnt. I always wanted to be polyglot (the ability to master numerous languages), but guess this dream will have to wait until I’m free from this shitty town. Okay, shitty was harsh. What I mean is Salmon Arm is a tiny town in British Columbia, so tiny you have to look with a magnifying glass to find it on the map.
I’m drifting away. My point is because of this, my town is not the most technically advanced in all kind of field (technology, electronics, school, jobs, entertainment, clothes, roads, cars, anything). I’m not sure if I make sense, but anyway. I wished Salmon Arm was more developed and modern, so people hoping to have a future other than fishing and being a cashier at fast food court would have a future. Like going to the University and study language and communication.
You know, my kind of future. Dream future I supposed…
"Hi." I responded with a smile, turning my face towards the stranger.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?" Even if it was somewhat cold, the sun had finally come out from the clouds, making the lake sparkled and all other source of water in the area.
I nodded and my eyes travelled his profil. A pale skin, a large cambered forehead, his eye sockets gently pushed in his skull, a small chin... He turned around, facing me fully. Huge bags were under his eyes, his blond hair were used to be what I supposed a quiff, but they were all heading different ways, just like he woke up. Brown roots betrayed his dyed hair.
"Rough night?" I asked.
"Horrible."
The silence fell on us. I watched how his pupil was circled by a thin line of green, changing into a bright blue in the iris and finishing with a darker one. Eyes always intrigued me. Did you know the pupil was actually a whole? If you watch closely and to the side, I guarantee you'll see. Some say if you look into it, you can see the soul of the beholder.
"I'm Lyvia." I presented myself.
"Nick."
I smirked at his lie. I knew who he was. Even if everyone around here was so closed up on what was going on in this town than what was happening outside of it, I still managed to know couples of things, like who he is.
"Nice to meet you, Niall." I corrected him and looked in front of me.
Notes
Heyooo :)
So, this is my third fan fic.
If you were already reading 'Part of You', well little message for you: don't worry, I did not drop the story. I will write on it, it just I had this idea popping in my head and I had to write it. To find it, go whether http://www.harrystylesfanfiction.com/Story/27607/Part-of-You/ OR http://www.onedirectionfanfiction.org/Story/27607/Part-of-You/ .
Before we continue, I am apologizing to the people who are living in Salmon Arm. Have got nothing against you alright? I was searching a place in British Columbia, and I found Salmon Arm, and I loved where it was place and everything. But when I looked up for more infos, I found out it was kind of a touristic area... Oops. I was so mad, because I was sure I had found the perfect place for my story! So I decided to keep the name and the location, but changing the rest. So no, Salmon Arm is not an old-fashioned town! Just in this story :P
Hope you like it. It's the first one I write when the boys are famous.
Well... they've got a some problems... some bad problems :/ My friend thinks I'm mean xD
Anywaaaaay, enjoy! :D
