The Locket...

I was covered under a big tree under the night sky, staring into me contemplating every decision of this day, of this week of this indeed very long month. My hair was swept aside slightly, Hunter chasing after Elise, Me chasing after Luminee, the dragons’ sprawl out of control, we were on a path to save the world from the Lightning Queen but know from the lust conventions that spread in the town of Chalament. This Unexpected turn of event has let me leave myself alone by this tree contemplating my thoughts... We should’ve been able to do it but now, I’m not so sure...

1 month ago...

Anders

“Hey, Anders Polatre! Get you ass back here you-!” Shouted the loud owner of the stall in the village of Chalament as his overweight body slammed hard against the stall made of nothing but wood and only supported by only 2 bricks at the edges, toppled over, “Ughhhhhhh! I’ll get you one day!” To that, I only chuckled as I ran across the cross the entire crowd of hustling people; buyers and sellers to all goods, running through the concrete-filled area, in a street known as Vallerete.

My curly black hair swept across the wind as I took the apples from Mr Ableni also known as ‘the town scare’, filling my arms with the red colour of the fruit, which for some reason contrasted well with chocolate brown skin and my ragged clothing, I was 16 and living on the streets...

My name is Anders Polatre, I am 16 years old living in what we call Chalament a town where wives work in the stalls of fruit and baked goods and husbands work at the mimes or in the doctors, a town where children anxiously await the return of their fathers coming home from the mines or wine stores, some children joining their fathers in farm or mothers in the bakery, dressmaking shops.

I stop running as I cross a small inner way that has nothing but clusters of rumpled leaves and brooms strewed across the dusty concrete making me smile a little as this place was empty. Hollow away from the streets, where no-one would see me or be able to find me as were people were too busy to notice the 16-year-old that is homeless, also a thief, though not commonly suspected yet known.

I smiled and sat down the small inner way to sit against the back of a brick wall, looking at the red apples that made my mouth seem like a new fountain. I quickly took a great big bite savouring the taste of the apple making it's way inside me. I tried my best to filter the beast of hunger inside me, roaring to eat more, begging me to give it attention, I let out a laugh as my stomach growled and once again went back to eating my apples. Yep, classic 9:30 am.

I may be nothing to people around me as a seethless kid that robbed stores to eat or take belongings from random people to sell but whatever I did was up to me and what I choose to do may occasionally be the best for me, but always the best for others...

Hunter

Prince Hunter. All I ever heard from people, carelessly pushing their weight around, thinking there important because of family relations. This always made the head rush of boiling blood kicking me back to my senses, as not to let my anger overpower me. I hated this world, hated the honour, hated everything.

“Sweetheart!” My mother’s voice chimed like a birds whistle, I smiled to the thought of how she was an amazing, generous yet scrappy person.

“Yes, mother!” I said laying back on my bed as the early morning eased up to me, creating my senses to wash over and I dressed for the day in nothing fancy expect black pants, short vest with a white button-up underneath.

“Sweetheart? You wouldn’t happen to know where the gifts are, would you?” I grinned, my mother loved the gifts people got her, it made her feel special once, in a while, I took a moment to reply,

“By the cabinets in the kitchen,” I said frequently recalling the party last night, filled with adults and champagne as well as a lot of gifts, presented through the balances of ‘family’ that I can’t remember the names of and yet everyone in the Chalament has an interest in them.

“Oh! Thank you, sweetheart!” She said, rushing towards the cabinets, I could hear her footsteps brushing past the stairs and into the presents, she indulged.

Though being ‘Prince Hunter Ronchezi’ had its perks, it had more cons than could be counted, I brushed my blonde hair forward a little up front on the right creating a fringed effect and then left thinking of all things to be done, according to the agenda anyway. I went to make my bed, yes I was a prince and yes countless servants picked up after me, but I wasn’t there for that! Yep, classic 9:30 am.

I may be a prince, I may be a 16-year-old prince, I may be a white 16-year-old prince, I may be a white 16-year-old prince stereotyped by his colour as a waste of time or for his title as one would always say or for they think I don’t know the basics of survival.

They can say whatever and continue for the rest of their lives if they wanted to, but I didn’t care as long as I knew who I was I didn’t have to prove it to them...

Luminee

My name is Luminee Echelent, I love my life. Life is a chance to prove, a chance to love, a chance to make right, to do right. A possibility of something that surprises us every day. Giving us something to experience every day, whether or not our lives or hard or easy, life is always there to give us a chance.

I was finishing my oatmeal before a ringing in my ears occurred, like the ringing of my father’s voice through my ear as he causes booming and possible breakage across the small farmhouse on the side. The thought lingered on to me as he was a different person for his age, one of wisdom rather than thinking about his near death. Though he was a nice middle-aged man, he was also a ‘love machine’ to all the women in town, making it harder for me to get peace of mind or rather sleep. Some had barely known me for five minutes and making judgements on my hair or how I dress. I loved my life, but I hated them.

I finished my cereal and put the bowl in the sink, simply because I was too lazy to pick up a sponge and wash the dishes. I leapt from the kitchen counter and my fiery red hair bounced in its ponytail, creating a soft rub on my lower back. My hair had been complimented on through many women and men as it contacted in a very unique and beautiful way with my tanned skin.

My long hair touched my back and brushed against the surface of my light blue long-sleeved dress which was lined with white on either side of the torso. It was my only dress, because of the poverty we lived through.

I went climbing up the stairs, the once rigid brown wood converted to making one feel like having broken it with every step. The creaking led to going slow on the steps but even that made the creaking somewhat worse and much more vulnerable with each careful placing of our shoes.

I walked up to the floor of my bedroom which had a small door towards the side of the wooden structure. I walked up and unlocked the brass knob making my hand shiver at he cold touch. I walked passed my dresser and my mirror, leaning towards my pink-quilted bed, I softly smiled at the sight.

The sun bouncing off the pink contrast making me feel grateful for the day that was ahead, I leaned into the bed, sitting down and looking out the glass window in constant admiration of the glowing blanket the clothed us all. I flattened my dress while lying my head down and closed my eyes but then took into the account of the bracelet on my dresser. I sadly smiled at the silver creation with a small circular pendant, carved in, always & forever. Yep, classic 9:30 am.

I lost two important people in my life but I will know that people I love and people I cherish, the one thing I know I will be with them, always and forever.

Elise

My life was a complicated story, filled with nothing but either sadness, regret or mystery at some points. I heard the ringing of the alarm clock, blaring through my ear, through the walls, possibly echoing through Chalament. My eyes trembled open to a red alarm clock, that I succeded to dangle my arm around yet failed to prevent the sound to exist making me groan.

I looked at the time, classic 9:30 am, I fluttered my eyelashes once more, should've been up and running 1 hour ago. I sat up and looked around the classic exterior of a blue room with everything a princess should have. My black hair was a mess, a rats nest if you may, it was bunched-up and really much horrendous. My rosy cheeks looked way to flushed and I was starving to the point that my stomach had very unusual pain, like a knife stabbing through my stomach to create a hole.

I got up to loathe at the person in front and then looked towards the door which unlocked the small ensuite, I went to put my clothes on the hooks, and then took a shower.

It was such a relief to explore the hot water drop on to my body and then to lather myself to complete and utter zen. I hopped out of the shower and then wore my low-round neck brown dress, which was full-sleeved and went up to my ankles, I did my hair as usual; kept as it is with braids on the sides.

I skipped out of the room and hopping down-stairs every step made me bounce up and down with joy making me smile, today seemed like a very special day. I went into the large dining hall and poured my self some orange juice and made myself some toast with various fruit. The only thing that could make life worse would be the one person to do so which was.

"Elise Aubellon!" That bitch. She constantly judged me and couldn't do anything but that, it was her favourite hobby after all.

"Yes, Mother?" I replied in what seemed an exasperated tone, she was the only person to ever make me feel so incompetent, so insecure, that at some points of my life I felt like leaving altogether.

"Where is your locket?" She turned to me with a sharp tone, her eyes gazed on me, stared so hard I could feel it burning. She noticed my silence, "Where is it?" She barked once again.

"Around my neck," I replied patiently even tho after 16 years of the same routine, I felt like spilling my orange juice all over her brand new chiffon dress.

"Good." She left to head for the kitchen, I then heard scattered voices Oh No.

"Mama!" It was my brother Eldon, he raced to pass me, only 7 but he ran at the speed of a car. The bitc- I mean my oh so dear mother turned around, "Yes, darling!" She picked him up and gave him a hug full of warmness, I envied him.

In my world, people who you think or rather should love you the most will only love the people they choose to, even if it's family...but it doesn't mean that you shouldn't love yourself...