Naomi's Tale
Part 1: Dance on a Sharpened Blade

Theme: How Far We've Come – Matchbox 20
Prologue

The skies were dark; despite the rising sun. Its rays were slowly being choked by the ever-deepening gray. A cold northwesterly wind whipped the bare tree branches about, whistling past closed shutters and scattering piles of leaves. It was November; and already the frosts set in after dusk. Thin, clear blades of ice were growing slowly inward from the many lake shorelines. And it was these lakes that cradled a small town in their midst. A proud little town with the highway as its main street; and as it was the morn, already it was full of traffic.

Amongst the morning bustle; in a red Grand AM sat two sisters. They were; in fact, barely a year apart. Both were tall, with dark hair and hazel eyes. Even average in look; but don't tell them that. The elder sister & driver continued to gab about gossip and boys. The passenger stared out the window- eyes glazed over as she daydreamed. It was a typical morning for the two.

"Are you even listening Naomi?" the elder complained.

"Mmm.." Said the younger.

" Fine, be that way." The driver said in a huff. Naomi blinked, looking at her.

"Stop freaking out, jeez." She said with a frown, glancing around at the interior of the car. Her sisters keys jingled against the steering column- most notably the metal inscribed with her sisters name "Misa". Misa turned up the volume of the stereo- blasting god awful rap. Least it was god awful in Naomi's opinion.

Brunette took to looking out the window again; watching as businesses passed by. It wasn't long at all before her thoughts had wandered elsewhere. Yea, she was certainly one of those kids with their 'head in the clouds'. But if growing up meant forgetting about her dreams- she never wanted to. Ever. Naomi would do her best to forever hold onto her dreams- for she wished that they be true with every fiber of her being.

I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world,
but its feeling just like every other morning before,
Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone,

The cars are moving like a half a mile an hour if that,
and started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye
can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?

"The inevitability of death...is merely an incentive to fight harder...whilst I live…"