This can’t be happening, my thoughts scream. “Don’t lock me up in there!” I sob to the jury, “I didn’t murder Lily!”
They seem unimpressed, as if I was being unclear. As if I was a light covered by thousands of dense clouds, unseeable.
At first I thought they could see right through me, see that I was, in fact, telling the truth.
I mean, what proof do they have? That I was Lily’s sister? That I happened to be in the house at the time of the murder?
“What does that prove? What does that…that inhumane creature prove?” I raise my voice, pointing at the judge with a rising passion.
I can see that some of the jury have began to shuffle in their seats, uncomfortable from my yelling. But I wasn’t going to hold back. Not when this was my last chance to prove I don’t deserve to be put in a cage.
I take a deep breath to calm myself and begin to state the facts, “Your honor, if I may, these people before me look VERY uncomfortable.”
A lot of the jury opened their mouths to speak against me, but no words came out.
“What if one of them were accused. Would they immediately be said guilty even though they were not related to Lily?”
“Rose…please.”
That voice. THAT EVIL VOICE!
“What are you doing here?” I whip around to face my best friend, or ex-best friend, Tanner who is standing in the jury box a little to the right.
Her hair is tied in a tangled bun, her face tired and distressed. But that didn’t make up for what she did.
“That girl right there killed Lily Starks.”
The judge banged his gavel hard on the wood, “That’s enough, Miss Starks. You are the accused at the moment, do not bring anyone else into this.” I turn to face him, my eyes once again filled with rage. But I don’t say anything. I just nod my head solemnly. “Now, if we can continue,” He begins, “All who believe Miss Starks is guilty, please stand.” Almost everyone stands up. I feel my heart sink. Only two people stay sitting. Tanner is not one of them. Of course she isn’t. She wouldn’t want to reveal her true identity. She wouldn’t want people to know that she killed my sister. I can’t muster the strength to be mad. The judge bangs his gavel once more and I barely hear his say, “Rose Jane Starks, you are guilty as charged. Case closed.”
“Alexis hurry up!!” Mother called, little Rosī perched on her hip.
“Coming, mom!!” Alexis announced, her fingers tingling as she washed the unforgiving messed up makeup from her face. She groaned, why were family gatherings so important anyway?
“Alexis, I won’t ask again! I’m coming up there!” Mother sounded like a viper ready to strike.
Alexis sucked in a sharp breath, accidentally knocking her bag to the floor. She didn’t want her mother to know she couldn’t put on makeup properly.
“Alexis.” Her mother rapped on the door, making Alexis flinch.
She quickly picked up her bag, putting up her short black hair, wiping the rest of the mascara off. Alexis hated how it looked on her, after wiping mascara off. It made her look tired and wet.
She heaved a sigh, “Come in.”
Mother opened the bathroom door, saw the makeup and sighed. Rosī smiled, her strawberry blonde hair curled into perfect waves.
“I’m ready.” Alexis said.
“You wanted to put on some makeup, huh?” Mother asked.
“Me? No-no. I- just-“
“I’ll help you.”
“Oh, Lex you look stunning!” Alexis’ favorite cousin, Cecelia, slung her arm around Alexis’ shoulder. “Thanks, Cece.” Alexis said with a smile. Lots of family members had complimented her baby blue dress, styled hair, and makeup. She looked over at her mom, who was chatting with a few of her sibling and smiled. “Thank you.” She muttered beneath her breath.
It began as all bad days do: waking up late, knotted up hair, spilling coffee.
It’s awful, trust me, I know. But that’s what Mondays do. I wish I could change it, but I was gifted Saturdays. The complete and utter opposite of Monday. Mondays are normally matted black haired brats who wear nothing but grey and blue, sometimes black to hide the stains. Like wear something cheerful for once! Maybe yellow? Pink? Red? ANYTHING BUT BLUE AND GREY!!!! Sorry, that’s besides the point. You’re probably wondering why I sent you this story. And honestly, I didn’t. My guardians did. They thought it would be SO GREAT to send out a little notice about how UTTERLY AWFUL AND DANGEROUS Mondays are. So if you are reading this and you feel some kind of connection to Mondays or only wear blue and grey, STOP READING NOW!
Trust me, you will be so furious you’ll make the week even worse.
Okay, now that that is addressed, we can begin.
Like I said, I was gifted Saturdays. And as you know, there are seven days of the week, therefore seven categories.
Sundays mean you are sweet, but have a dark sad. Tuesdays mean you like tacos. Just kidding. Tuesdays are normally right after Monday, so they’re a little grumpy, but have potential. Wednesdays are optimistic, but that can change in a second. Thursday are just ready for Fridays and are pretty lazy. Fridays are a bit lazy but ready to go. Saturdays (that’s me) are friendly, EXTREMELY energetic and terrible at school. (Okay maybe I shouldn’t have added that last part.) And Mondays are the worst.
Now my guardian is telling me they AREN’T the worst, but are just hard to talk to. Yeah right.
But the worst part about them is that they are so stubborn. They won’t move forward to the next day till you get EVERYTHING done.
So if you ever meet a Monday, which you probably won’t, don’t trust them. Walk away.
Listen, you don’t want to end up like me. Because my guardians are Mondays.
Help.
I glanced at my invitation, could I have gotten the wrong address? Certainly not. But for some inexplicable reason, the whole of the ball room was staring at me like I was holding a wand.
No, it wasn’t a look of fascination or confusion, but of pure fear. I could feel beads of cold sweat forming right underneath the silver circlet crown I wore. I cleared my throat, wiping my hands on my gown. “Is something wrong?” I tried to speak clearly, but I could hear my voice waved throughout the large room. “Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.” My voice echoed back to me.
Dead silence.
“Well? Where’s Marcus?” I asked, adjusting my crown.
Before the echo could continue, a deep, raspy voice spoke from behind me. “I’m right here Adelina.”
I turned around to see the guests weren’t staring at me, they were staring behind me.
I could only gasp before I was completely frozen.
He was right there all along.
Dreams are a silly thing Wishes never come true Bring yourself into reality, dear one
You make a wish upon a wishing well That’s just another silly way of collecting money
You have a dream you’re going to your favorite place It never happens, too expensive
See, you need to bring yourself back Show yourself that expectations, are not the reality
“Fix this.” Someone said in a demanding tone, slamming a rusted chest, which seemed about a hundred years old, onto my desk. I rolled my eyes and brought my feet up next to the chest in my desk, leaning into my chair. My signature braid fell onto my shoulder and I chewed on the toothpick in my mouth and looked up to face the person. But what I saw made my jaw drop and the toothpick fell without a sound. Well, at least I didn’t hear it, I’m sure it made a small thud, but I was so shocked at the person I was looking at and the chest in front of me, I couldn’t hear anything. It was a witch. Definitely. No, witches are girls. But still, this witch, wizard, thingy, person was familiar. I was slightly aware of the hushed silence in my shop.
“Fix it!” The man demanded, his black cloak swishing behind him. “I- what is it?” I stared, knowing it was probably rude, but I couldn’t help it. “Just a chest, dimwit.” The man said, betraying nothing in his eyes or tone.
But somehow I knew this was not just a chest. Something weird is going on in my little repair shop. Something inexplicable. Something magical.
(Please take note that all of the dialogue is going through Tuli and Iris’ heads. Iris thinks first)
“Do it.”
“I can’t, I can’t!”
“You must! It’s right next to you, Tuli!”
“No, please, I don’t want to.”
“Blow this place up, Tuli! Pull the lever!”
“I can’t, he’s right there.”
“Like he’ll make it out alive.”
“Iris!”
“What?”
“What if we get hurt. What if you-“
“It’s okay Tuli, I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
“Run now.”
Elliot’s green eyes met Luni’s blue. Her long dark hair soaked her grey rain coat as the long pour flooded the Earth. They stood in silence, smiling. The soft pitter patter of the rain created a song.
A love song.
The duo was transported to a new world where the rain made beautiful instrumental sounds and all worry was lifted. They faced each other, beginning to dance. Flowers bloomed all around them as they did the steps of the dance. And then, when all seemed perfect, they were back in the road, in their spot, laughing.
It was a Tuesday.
A normal tuesday.
But all of that would change.
Amy and Matt would meet the love of their lives.
Amy:
I walked into the cafe, ordered a coffee, and slumped into an open seat. As I waited I did some work on my computer.
“Your coffee, ma’am.”
I looked up, and suddenly everything seemed much more beautiful, brighter. A sweet aroma tinted the air. “What is that…” I asked the young gentleman, who seemed surprised. He chucked, his bushy dirty blonde hair shook. The freckles on his face seemed as if they were perfectly placed. “I…I can see!” He beamed, chuckling. Then, I realized what had happened. “You’re the one I was looking for.”
Matt:
I felt my way around the cafe, listening to the music and smelling the sweet smell of coffee.
I could hear my boss talking to a customer. She sounded exhausted, and I wasn’t surprised when she ordered a coffee.
“Oi! Matt! You take this order.” A chef, Lee, called.
“Okay.” I answered, feeling the warm cup placed in my hand.
“Ooh! This is hot!” I winced, but took the cup.
Once I was sure I found the right table, because I could hear computer keys, I said, “Your coffee ma’am.”
Then everything changed, I was staring at a beautiful girl with long brown hair and crystal blue eyes. “I can see!”
