Odd One Out

"Good things come to those who wait."
How much longer do I have to wait?

Iris is different. She wants more. She wants to be free.
She wants love.
But no one understands her. Her only escape is through music.
She's the Odd One Out.
And then, she meets Blake...


5. Hide and Seek

Dear Love,

I'm a funny one.

The sun's out today.

I'm not at school today.

I should be.

But I'm not.

I'm in a field, I'm being free.


Like a bird.

Like love.

I'm not very good at hide and seek, Love.

Can you just tell me where you are?


Iris x

The sun's watching me, listening to my song. I scrawl lyrics down in my tattered notebook, and try them out on my tongue.

Pushing my guitar away, I pull my knees close to my chest, and rest my chin on top of them. This field, far away, this could be my home. Mum'll probably be worried. I don't mind though. This is how I like it. I close my eyes and pretend there's someone next to me. I fall back into the grass and pretend there's someone there, by my side. I pretend my lips are against theirs. I pretend I'm in love.

Maybe if I was more like Erica, I'd have a boyfriend. If I was pretty, and thin, and perfect. But I'm not Erica. I'm Iris. And I'll never be pretty, or thin, or perfect. Am I a mistake? Are my parents disappointed with what I've become? Would they have preferred an Erica as a daughter? I bet they would. I dig my bare toes into the soil, the rays of hot sun toasting my skin. I love my parents. I wonder if they love me back, or if they just say it because they're meant to. I love this field, as well. But this field can't love me back. I pluck a daffodil from the soil, and twirl its stem between my index finger and thumb. A yellow petal falls to my chest. I brush it off. I am a petal. They are the flower. I'm falling. They're beautiful, proud and wonderful. I sigh.

Headlights flicker at the opposite end of the field. They draw closer. I squint my eyes. The car honks. It's mum and dad. This isn't fair. Just one day alone. That's all I wanted! The car rolls to a stop, and mum jumps out, slamming the door behind her.

"Iris!" She screams. "What in hell's name are you doing?!"

I stare at my feet, and she grabs my arm, pulling me into the car. I get in the back. She gets in the front. Dad looks at me, shaking his head, one hand on top of the wheel.

"You're in trouble," He says under his breath. I'm not scared. I think he wants me to be though.

"Okay," I reply, watching the field disappear as we drive off back home. "Lovely day, isn't it?"

They don't reply. I don't know why.

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