First paragraph was included in the last post, but its kinda confusing if i don't add it here. Hope you like it! Please comment!
Seraphina woke with a gasp, her head pounding, and her sheets soaked with sweat. She groped for the light switch in the dark, and when she found it, it kept slipping through her fingers, until she finally got it. The first thing that caught her eye was the sand; it speckled her purple sheets in like clumps. She swung her legs over the side of her bed and contemplated the possibility she was indeed, crazy. The walls of her pink and white room blurred together, it reminded her of Christmas candy canes, in a disturbing way. She sat there with her feet on the floor, and her elbows on her knees, and her face cupped in her hands.
It had to be the dream. In her dream she had seen herself on the beach with two men, alike in stature, but different in every other aspect. They were arguing, and as they did it looked like all hell had broken lose. They didn’t seem to be aware of it, but a storm cloud loomed precariously overhead, and rushing waves were beating the shore. Then when it looked like the cloud were about to burst with the weight of the heavens, Seraphina had yelled, “stop!” Immediately both men’s eyes shot up to the sky, and it was at that instant – with the men’s heavy glares piercing her as if she were transparent – she decided to wake up.
Sera jumped with a start as the beep of her alarm blared like a siren.
“Jesus!” she practically hit the ceiling as she stumbled for her glasses in the too cramped room.
When she found them underneath her library book, she crushed them on her face.
“Stupid glasses…” she mumbled under her breath.
But as she blinked the grasp of sleep out of her eyes, she found her vision still blurred.
“What the…?” Sera took the glasses off and brought them close to her eyes so she could see them in the faint light. The circular glasses remained completely unscathed, safe for the dent in the metal rim from when Sera had dropped them at school.
Yet she looked around her room now, and everything was in focus. Seraphina, who had had glasses all her life, was somehow magically cured.
She threw open the door to her room and barged down the hallway to the kitchen. There, she found her aunt pearl making eggs for breakfast.
She entered the tiny yellow kitchen and sat down at one of the stools at the breakfast table. She watched her aunt closely, the lady looked nothing like Sera’s strikingly beautiful mother. But Pearl was all Sera had left to call family.
“Pearl?” aunt Pearl didn’t look up from the frying pan, but Sera kept talking anyways.
“Aunt Pearl do I look different to you today?”
Pearl put down the frying pan, and made a big display of looking Seraphina up and down.
She shrugged “Nope.”
“No, you didn’t look closely enough! Look at my face… see what’s missing?”
“You ain’t got those terrible glasses that make you look like George from Seinfeld on?”
“I don’t appreciate the comment, but no.” Sera said “I woke up this morning and I just didn’t need them!”
Pearl handed her a plate of eggs with a piece of toast and said sarcastically, “well ain’t you a medical miracle, now eat on up before you’re late.”
Seraphina scarped down the rest of her eggs, then ran to her room to get dressed, putting extra effort into rolling her eyes as she left. She pulled on a pair of tights that were stuck under the leg of her bed, and then rummaged through her closet for her uniform.
“Come on, come on… I’m going to be late!” she yelled. Sera found her skirt dangling precariously on the lamp beside her desk. It would suffice to say her room was a pigsty. She made a mental note as she searched through her backpack to clean it up later.
She hurriedly snatched her beat up leather jacket off the desk chair, and turned to rush out the door. But something caught her eye on the back of her pink door; she saw the glint of her long mirror. Sera hated mirrors, they were for the vain, which was why she had to brush aside an old surfing poster before she could actually see the mirror. Occasionally Sera would use it to make sure her hair didn’t have gum in it or anything, but today, it captivated her.
Her hair looked blonder, her eyes sparkled gold, and her cheeks were a cherubic pink.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
Seraphina had heard of puberty. It was that thing girls hit at fifteen gave them boobs, and curves and all the things Sera didn’t have. But was it possible to get your sight back and look like a freaking plastic angel overnight?
“Sera! Why are you taking so long! School starts in 10 minutes!” Auntie Pearl yelled.
Sera snapped out of her reverie, and charged out the door, grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl in the kitchen on the way.
“Love ya aunt pearl!” she yelled half to pearl, half to the street, as she raced out her Brooklyn brownstone.
