fence.
“I guess I’d be short too if someone messed with the plant I was studying. Well, I’ll let you get back to your reading. Maybe the creature is just as curious as you and will find his way back again. See ya around.” He waves and starts to turn away.
“Maybe. See ya .” I look up as I say goodbye. He smiles as he turns to leave. Now that I’ve calmed, I finally notice his face. He is devastatingly handsome, with neatly combed, short but thick brown hair; the kind that just begs someone to mess it up. A strong chin and strong cheekbones nicely define his face without either being overpowering. He actually still has a slightly boyish quality to his face; I guess he has several years before it will be entirely lost. His amused smile goes all the way to his eyes – vibrant and green his most notable feature. I could get lost in eyes like those.
My stray thought makes me blush. He notices and smiles even more.
I shove my face back into my handbook and concentrate on not watching him walk away. I’m so furious with myself. How could I let a stupid boy get me so riled up like that? He has no business scolding me as if he knows more than I do. And now he must think I like him – ugh . I only reacted that way because he’s the first boy I’ve seen in, well, centuries. There is nothing special about him. Stupid boy. Okay, time to concentrate on the book and forget about him.
My first assessment of the handbook was right. There is a rule for everything, even when we sleep. Curfew is at 10pm, and breakfast starts at 6:30. Eight hours to get our optimal amount of sleep, and a half hour to get ready for the day. Exceptions to the sleep schedule will be determined by field managers. I wonder who decides who the field managers will be. As I suspected, leaving the base at will is not allowed. Departures must be job-related. The supply store will provide us with whatever standard issue items we need. If something beyond standard issue is needed, a field manager’s authorization is required. The rules continue like that, on and on.
The sun feels nice and warm. Soon I doze off, and begin to dream.
In my dream, I am walking through the forest. It’s dark from all of the overgrowth. Ahead of me, I see a shadow of a person, and I quicken my pace to catch up. They match my pace, walking just ahead and out of sight. As soon as I get close enough to see them, they disappear around another corner in the path. I keep following, until there is a break in the canopy. I find myself standing on the edge of a rocky cliff. I shield my eyes while they adjust to the brightness. Across the way, there is a beautiful waterfall cascading down. I listen to the roar of the water crashing into the rocks below, and find it soothing.
I hear a noise behind me and quickly turn to see a pair of vibrant green eyes looking at me from the edge of the forest. The eyes move towards me, and I realize it’s Ryan. He reaches out to me and grabs my hand in his. He runs his other hand up my arm, along my neck, and then rests it on my check. I close my eyes and breathe him in. He smells like lilacs mixed with fresh-cut grass. His touch is warm, soft, fuzzy. He begins tracing my face with his hand, and I realize it is covered in fur. I open my eyes and see that his eyes have turned from vibrant green into beautiful violet. I draw a quick breath in with the shock of it, and shake myself awake.
A dream. Only a dream. I console myself as I try to shake the eerie feeling away. I’m still sitting on the rock, but the handbook has fallen to the ground. The dream had just been so vivid . I search around me, looking for the set of violet eyes – but there are none.
My stomach grumbles. Time to visit the dining hall . I stretch and reach down to pick up the handbook, but as I reach, I notice something on my shirt sleeve. I take a closer look: small hairs, purple and white. A shiver runs through me. My entire dream hadn’t been imagined.
I gather up
“I guess I’d be short too if someone messed with the plant I was studying. Well, I’ll let you get back to your reading. Maybe the creature is just as curious as you and will find his way back again. See ya around.” He waves and starts to turn away.
“Maybe. See ya .” I look up as I say goodbye. He smiles as he turns to leave. Now that I’ve calmed, I finally notice his face. He is devastatingly handsome, with neatly combed, short but thick brown hair; the kind that just begs someone to mess it up. A strong chin and strong cheekbones nicely define his face without either being overpowering. He actually still has a slightly boyish quality to his face; I guess he has several years before it will be entirely lost. His amused smile goes all the way to his eyes – vibrant and green his most notable feature. I could get lost in eyes like those.
My stray thought makes me blush. He notices and smiles even more.
I shove my face back into my handbook and concentrate on not watching him walk away. I’m so furious with myself. How could I let a stupid boy get me so riled up like that? He has no business scolding me as if he knows more than I do. And now he must think I like him – ugh . I only reacted that way because he’s the first boy I’ve seen in, well, centuries. There is nothing special about him. Stupid boy. Okay, time to concentrate on the book and forget about him.
My first assessment of the handbook was right. There is a rule for everything, even when we sleep. Curfew is at 10pm, and breakfast starts at 6:30. Eight hours to get our optimal amount of sleep, and a half hour to get ready for the day. Exceptions to the sleep schedule will be determined by field managers. I wonder who decides who the field managers will be. As I suspected, leaving the base at will is not allowed. Departures must be job-related. The supply store will provide us with whatever standard issue items we need. If something beyond standard issue is needed, a field manager’s authorization is required. The rules continue like that, on and on.
The sun feels nice and warm. Soon I doze off, and begin to dream.
In my dream, I am walking through the forest. It’s dark from all of the overgrowth. Ahead of me, I see a shadow of a person, and I quicken my pace to catch up. They match my pace, walking just ahead and out of sight. As soon as I get close enough to see them, they disappear around another corner in the path. I keep following, until there is a break in the canopy. I find myself standing on the edge of a rocky cliff. I shield my eyes while they adjust to the brightness. Across the way, there is a beautiful waterfall cascading down. I listen to the roar of the water crashing into the rocks below, and find it soothing.
I hear a noise behind me and quickly turn to see a pair of vibrant green eyes looking at me from the edge of the forest. The eyes move towards me, and I realize it’s Ryan. He reaches out to me and grabs my hand in his. He runs his other hand up my arm, along my neck, and then rests it on my check. I close my eyes and breathe him in. He smells like lilacs mixed with fresh-cut grass. His touch is warm, soft, fuzzy. He begins tracing my face with his hand, and I realize it is covered in fur. I open my eyes and see that his eyes have turned from vibrant green into beautiful violet. I draw a quick breath in with the shock of it, and shake myself awake.
A dream. Only a dream. I console myself as I try to shake the eerie feeling away. I’m still sitting on the rock, but the handbook has fallen to the ground. The dream had just been so vivid . I search around me, looking for the set of violet eyes – but there are none.
My stomach grumbles. Time to visit the dining hall . I stretch and reach down to pick up the handbook, but as I reach, I notice something on my shirt sleeve. I take a closer look: small hairs, purple and white. A shiver runs through me. My entire dream hadn’t been imagined.
I gather up
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