Hey y'all. I told u guys that I'll be making a book for short stories. Well, not to worry! Gonna arrive soon. Buttt before that, y not give y'all a taste of my writing here?! Enjoy❤❤.

                                A little more than broken

Amissa's point of view:

Why is it that I find solace in drowning?Why do I feel clean at that exact moment when I'm no longer breathing? When all my feelings have died like the leaves of the plant my mother used to plant when she desired? Why do I call out to things which are not mine? Why must I look at people with hope, only to get crushed with grief and separation? Shaking my head, I tried to rid myself off depressing things and the first thing that pops in my head is the silhouette of a person I saw at the coffee shop. For some reason, he seems to beckon me like a siren and I cannot understand why. Men were dogs, some loyal, some not but honestly I am not one to pull myself down to this, but he calls to me, his dark obsedian eyes that I caught sight of for a spilt second, I do not know why but he does and I-

My thoughts are caught off due to the incessant yelling taking place downstairs. Sighing, I turn the shower off and held onto the tap for a short while, thinking of how my life did a 180° turn after my mom abandoned me. It's funny actually how my name is figuratively relatable to my situation. Often,I chuckle due to the lack of care for my name and how people see me through its meaning. Why wouldn't they?

"Amissa where the hell are you?!" I hear my father yell from the kitchen.

" Coming Dad. " I shouted back and ran down the stairs, untangling the knots of my wet hair.

"There you are! Where were you? What the heck took you so long?" My father asked.

"I was in the shower dad. I was thinking..." I say softly.

I look up and see my father. His dark brown eyes soften to a lighter hue and instantly opens his arms up for me. I took to my dad quite a lot. We resemble each other in an almost uncanny way or so people say. My hair is an exception. My unruly locks of blackish- brown hair is a gift from my grandmother. Apparently I look a lot like her than my dad. My mother was never there and neither did I obtain much from her so my dad is never really reminded of her. Subtly, I wipe my tear away and push away my sadness.I don't walk to him, instead say, " I'll see you after school dad. " and walk off with a small smile.

I knew and he knew that not now. I may need this, but not right now. My transparent sheet cannot take much more than this.  So, he smiles and nods to me. Grabbing a pair of shoes, I run off to school. Perhaps losing my mom was the death of me.

Two minutes walk doesn't really bother me but somehow today, I feel much more tired than usual. Perhaps, its the lack of sleep, lack of confidence, lack of strength. Perhaps its the lack of a cocoon to hold me tight in place. I feel like, at this moment, I'm tied together with a smile but cannot help but come undone due to the strings of another being constant. I fight back but the stronger I fight, the more boldly it strikes my back, like a whip, puahing me to my extreme.

Taunts, continuous mock flow into my ear like free music at a festival except, this festival is known for its horrors. Comments pass by like flies, pestering me with small content but effective, annoying impact. I cannot swat it away because they are poisonous and bite back too harsh, so harsh I wish to once again drown in pits of melancholy.

"Hey look its Amissa, or should I say lost! Haha her parents must have been on crack to give her this name." A classmate remarked.

" Now, now Tyler, it is a beautiful Latin name and somehow she seems to fit into the description quite well. I mean,look her. Lost. Depressed. Psycho. Tragic backstory and don't get me started on her looks! " another girl cackles in my ear. anger rises but my instinct to put her in place is far more dominant.Putting on a smirk I say,

"Taila, does your ass never get jealous of the excessive shit that leaves your mouth?" I slap back.

" why you little -" she says ready to claw at me but before she could I ran through the hallways saying, "Too bad, so sad. Haha" Happy in defence but broken from offense, I walk towards the cafeteria. I am not in the mood for Physics. Then, something happens, shaking me to the core.

" I see a man, sitting on the table I usually sit, eating a sandwich. I've seen him somewhere, but I can't place my finger on it. Somehow his aura was.. familiar and enticing. I know I sound crazy but my feelings are all over the place. Its like the sil- wait wait. What if its him? Is it really him? Is God actually being so kind to me? Expectantly I look at his direction, hoping that it was him. All of a sudden, his eyes land on me and I freeze. black, obsedian eyes. The same as the one in the shop. It wasn't soulless. Neither was it dead. It shown with a light, far more brighter than the sun, with little bits of white appearing something around his iris. Those aren't eyes. They are an entire galaxy. His dark blue jacket hung to him like a second skin, with a white t shirt underneath it, paired with denim jeans and a pair of wonderful Nikes. His silver- white hair, sticking out due to being combed through dozens of time. A lip piercing as the finishing touch to his drool worthy look.Why must he look so attractive?

Daniel's point of view :

Beautiful. That's the word that I mentally utter, seeing the gaping girl. Her shoulder length hair, mixing so well together brings a sense of home through me. Her green eyes, firing up far more than the burning Amazon forest I have come to love and live upon. But I see just like any forest, she has been deprived the right to properly live. Mankind cutting away her sheer beauty and existence.  Her face, perhaps innocent,  was matured in its own way like the roots of a tree, holding firmly onto the ground but crunching due to excessive pain. They show awe and fear but fear for what? Do I scare her? I hope not.  Her dressup sense is quite comfortable and I seem to like much about it. The long t shirt with the words "karma is bigger than your ego" brings amusement to my heart which lead me to softly smile at her. She notices and blushes while I turn smug.

Third point of view( sorry too many changes)
At that moment, Amissa felt calm and Daniel felt at hearth. They both felt the completion of their emptiness and proceeded to encourage the other more but calling each other through their unique eyes, one of the otherworldly galaxy for the tree to grow upon strong and old, for years to pass, for years of love and of promise.With a clash of black and green, out came a story of a little more than a broken team.

We are done! I am so sorry for this sorta filler chapter. I actually had no idea what to write but I still hope it wasn't boring and too bad. I'll come up with better ones, promise. Any constructive criticism is expected. Thank u for your precious time and so sorry to disappoint y'all :-(