dantinithegreat
"All you had to do was follow the instructions!" He should've known better. He retrieved the manual from the garbage bin.
She scoffed. "Oh come on not reading the instructions is half the fun. It's all about the guessing. Does this part and that part go together? Why do I have all these extra parts? This doesn't look anything like the picture. Besides reading is boring."
"At least look at the diagrams."
She looked at the decorations. She wasn't looking forward to cleaning up the mess but the party had been a lot of fun. It felt good having her friends there to enjoy the day with her, even if there was no real reason to have a party. She called it a just because party.
The charms on her charm bracelet tell many stories; a story of places she had been, things that she liked even the charm bracelet itself had a story. The person who gave it to her as a birthday present started the story. Every year on her birthday, holiday, anniversary or just because he could a charm was bought for her charm bracelet.
It was a rainy day. The gray clouds seemed to reflect her mood. Today had been a dismal day. It had started off so promising.
Splash. She stared at the water at the ripples the stone she had thrown made. She threw another stone into the water. Interesting she thought how a something as tiny as this stone could disrupt the tranquil surface of the water and then shortly after the water would go back to its undisturbed form.
In his heart he always kept a torch lit for her in the hopes that one day she would come to love him and see him as more than just a friend. Until then he waited.
"Don't worry I'm a professional." He had told her. Well why was she so worried then? That's right anytime he had uttered those words or made any indication that he had the situation in hand was when he screwed things up and made the situation worse for everyone involved So she had every reason to be worried as he busied himself making final preparations.
Sweat dripped down her forehead. Today was way past hot, in fact if she were to describe the day she would use the world sweltering. The Ac had decided to stop working. She sat in her tanktop and shorts feeling and looking every bit as miserable as she felt.
The festival was in full swing, the atmosphere was happy, cheerful and perfect that the thought of anything going wrong seemed unlikely. The fireworks burst in the air, the people cheered and drunken revelry ensued. They had no idea that tomorrow was going to mark the beginning of the end of the world.
She was outside watching nature when she saw a monarch butterfly flying in the breeze and then landing on a flower. What must it be like to be a butterfly, to be free to go wherever you wanted, with no one holding you back?