The Young Hybrid

It was dawn. The light was pouring in through my window, the rays of sunshine caressed my face. I sat up, my long, chestnut hair swaying behind me. With a stretch and a yawn, I slowly stood to my feet and peered out the glass to get a good look of the bayou. It’d be the last time I’d see these lush, green trees and brown, swampy waters for a while.A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as a familiar smell wafted in my nose. Aunt Rosette was cooking breakfast and by the smell of it, it was my favorite. I quickly showered, brushed my teeth, and threw on a black wife beater and a pair of high waisted black skinny jeans. Adorning my feet were my favorite pair of black combat boots. You could definitely say that black is my favorite color.I opened the door to my bedroom and strode down the hall to the kitchen. My icy blues caught si

 I had Julien help me unload my stuff from the car before plopping down on the bed in my temporary living quarters. He’d said his goodbyes shortly after so he could go back to the bayou and make sure Mama Rose was doing okay. I was thankful for the opportunity to be alone. Seeing Remy had done something to me. Half of me wanted to go back over there and hurt him but the other half, well, it had other ideas. My eyes became fixated on the ceiling as I folded my arms behind my head on the pillow. I stared up at the colorless popcorn ceiling. Pictures of Remy began to dance on the blank canvas as I let myself drown in my thoughts. What was I going to do about my predicament? I let out a deep sigh as I let my eyelids close. All I knew at the moment was that I was exhausted and needed a nap. Carrying