Shades of Blue

I'm writing a new story.
One i hope i'll finish (:
I'm still indecisive about the title :/
The plot's all good and sturdy in my head but knowing me, well.. 
I'm not going to embellish on that and jinx it.
Here it is:

CHAPTER 1

I was walking home. Yes, walking. I couldn’t stand the speed anymore. Even my gait was pretty fast. I moved too fast, and I felt like I was missing out on so much. But here, back home, there was nothing to miss. I’d seen it all when I had been living in slow motion – well, not so slow for you I guess.

There were acres and acres of field, and apart from my house, there was nothing but a bus-stop; that one object amongst a sea of countryside. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought my mother had no option but to live out here. Like she was out-casted into living separately from the rest of the town. Now I know that she had actually chosen to live out here. I don’t know what made me ask her, nor do I know why she thought that way. Mother was quite social in general, but the location of our home proved otherwise and could have fooled even me. Then again, she was full of contradictions. I on the other hand, was a very logical person with as little hypocritical aspects to my life – if you could call them hypocritical at all. I change my mind a lot, but my mother always told me, in that booming bold voice of hers, “Only a fool never changes their mind”. This adage found a sweet spot in my brain and became the reason to all of my ‘hypocritical’ acts. I was also overly open-minded.

I was so open-minded in fact that that I used to love living in that house of ours. Just us two. It was like living in our own fairytale. But as I grew older – and also thanks to my mother’s adage – I couldn’t help but think that there was more to life than this. There must have been more to life than my little town, my little bus-stop, my little school, the little town people (little as in there weren’t very many; we all knew one another), and the little life I led. I always thought big. Bigger than what I had. But my mother blamed TV for poisoning the mind of the young ones. She told me there was nothing out there. Nothing for me, nothing for anyone. Scorn etched on her face every time she looked out the window, she implied that out of our little town was where the malice lay. The sort I’d seen on TV growing up but never really witnessed; Nothing ever happened here. Everything ran so smoothly and with a stir up in the engine or a bump in the road. It was all too louche for me, and fed my suspicion.

“Are you going to stand there, or are you going to hand me those groceries?” my mother’s voice startled me. I didn’t even hear her open the door and I wasn’t sure how long her beady eyes had been watching for. I’d come to realize I had come to a halt on the front porch and had been staring up into space..  At the moon. Again.

CHAPTER 2

“Geez Mia,” Mom started.

“Don’t Geez me!” I quickly responded, knowing oh too well what would have been said next. “No one makes a child at night to get groceries. No one in their right mind at least. Do you know what could happen?”. Of course I knew nothing would happen, but I liked to pretend something could. I like living like the people I see on TV. As fake as some of it seemed, I knew there must have been an element of truth to it. Mother just snatched a bag from my hand, so I continued “Who’s ever heard of a 24 hour grocery store anyway!?” I didn’t really know what I was talking about. Not really.

After having helped my mom put away the groceries, changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth and set my clothes for tomorrow, I decided to go out on the balcony - The usual. I tied back my long brown curly hair into a bun as I always did. I sat on my comfy chair and wrapped myself up in my blanket. It was a pink blanket with silver stars – of a variety of sizes – on it. An heirloom from an aunt of mine. Another one of my relatives I’d most probably never meet. I shook that thought away and focused my entire attention on the only thing that mattered: The moon. Ever since I was little, I’d found so much comfort in the moon. One that I cannot describe with mere words. You’d have to be in my body to feel it. It’s a wonderful feeling. I could sit there for hours just staring and thinking.