"If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river, at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song ~" Saylee sang softly, strumming the acoustic guitar delicately. She sat at a lake just a few minutes from her apartment, her feet hanging over the edge as the tips of her trainers skimmed the water's surface. The ripples they made in the water gave her face the appearance of being disorted.
This was Saylee's favourite spot in the whole of Nyukami City - away from all the hustle and bustle, where no one bothered to venture, and so it was the perfect spot for her to play her music. She had been coming here for years, her and her family, as they used to always go on picnic's under the big oak tree, and in the Fall they would make leaf piles to jump into. That changed after her father died, of course. Her family didn't touch this spot for weeks, but Saylee finally managed the nerve to come back, knowing it was the most private place she could find. But no one else would come after her.
It was also a good place for her photography. Saylee had always loved pictures, even as a child, especially old fashioned ones. She had of course never seen the black and white and sepia photographs, but the thought of them had always intrigued her. Which was why she sat by the lake, guitar in hand and old-fashioned camera strewn out beside her, a plate full of assorted foods beside her.
She grabbed her sandwich, taking a bite of the ham filling before packing up her stuff. She brought a giant bag with her anywhere to fit her guitar, in a secret pouch at the bottom. She had never been caught before, but she had heard of people being asked to searrch their bags. Better safe than sorry.
Saylee hopped up as the sun set over the lake, giving the lake a pink colour and the sky a majestic glow. The candy cotton clouds let the last of the sun's rays seep through before it slept for the night, and Saylee couldn't help but take a snapshot. It was too beautiful not to.
She started on her way home, taking a long route around as she was in no hurry. She hadn't actually taken this route before, all she knew was that is passed the cafe her mother loved to visit and the old abandoned art school. Mother actually said she enjoyed the cafe because it took a while for the food to be ready. She said when she was a child, it took quite a while for food to be prepared, and she hated all the changes in the world.
Saylee was just passing the aforementioned art school when a beautiful song hit her ears, the sound of a female voice. She satrted singing along instantly, out of habit, before realizing what she had done. She slammed her mouth shut in an instant, biting her tongue in the process. She squinted her eyes to stop the tears that threatened to spill. But where was that voice coming from?
"-lo"
Saylee froze. Definitely male, and definitely coming from the school. She cautiously approached it, peering over one of the windows, which had a crack running through it. The girl was stuttering in surprise.
"I would be, too," Saylee thought.
"If I had been caught singing." "I'm Fauna," the girl finally lets out, her fear and nervousness, yet something that sounded almost like hope noticable in her voice.
Saylee stood up, though she probably wouldn't be noticed yet, even so, as she was quite small, being only thirteen. She might as well show herself. What had she got to lose.
A whole damn lot, she thought to herself, as she entered the building. "Um, hi," Saylee said, a shy smile forming across her lips, showing her dimples.
Her eyes widened in curiosity at the paper in the boy's hands. She had never been good around strangers, but what if they were like her? It would make sense, the 'rebels' as Saylee liked to call them meeting up in secluded building. It would also explain why the girl was singing.
Meet, Saylee thought, mentally laughing. Meet was Irish slang for shift, which was again Irish slang for something along the lines of a 'french kiss.' Old words, of course. But Saylee was a curious grl, and knew more abiut History than her teacher did.