The Iceberg.

Geographical Centre

Darkness enveloping, alone I stood in my infinite depth of misery. Suddenly, a sharp, blinding light illuminated in front of me, cutting through the darkness and leading me towards a path which I could barely see in the far distance. I sprinted ahead to keep up, when I saw the silhouette of a girl. She was tall like me, her hair flowing in the dry winds of the desert. She was gesturing towards me to come forward. Just as I took another step, I saw her face. Her brunette hair blazed in the light like a raging fire, her cold hazel eyes piercing deep in my heart. The rest of her features were hidden away under a small bandana-like clothe which covered her face from nose to chin. The light that was guiding me entered the girls chest and she exploded in a spectacle of brilliance.

I opened my eyes.

The star decals on the ceiling greeted me as usual; their shine faded, but quite noticeable. It was pitch black outside, so I figured that there must be only some time left till dawn. The night lamp assisted my eyes as I scanned the room, my eyes glancing from the corner to my right - where an IKEA DETOLF glass door cabinet stood exhibiting my 'treasures' (prized possessions) - to the Game of Thrones poster with a sigil of house Stark reminding me that 'winter is coming', which hung around the opposite corner.

I sat up, blinking the dreariness away, and focused my eyes on my 'treasures'. They included: The Flash's Ring (one of my favourite DC characters), the first 6 issues of Star Wars in mint condition (I really don't know how dad pulled that off), a headband of 'Hidden Leaf village' from 'Naruto', and last but certainly not least: a 'how you doin?' mug, signed by Matt LeBlanc, the actor who famously spoke the iconic dialogue.
After a long gratifying look at them, I stood up and walked over the the bathroom door and swung it open, the sea green color of my room fading into waves of bright light as I entered.

I gazed into the mirror where my reflection showed itself: its skin pale white like a polar bear with nausea, nerves popping from each of the hands. Its face showed signs of a moustache and a few freckles which had survived the puberty stage, amber brown eyes glistening with ambition, and hair shortly trimmed into a military cut (a prerequisite of the academy).

It was around 7:00 a.m. and dawn had already broken, when I finally decided to get out of my pyjamas. I was very indecisive about my wardrobe, so I couldn't elect what to wear on my first day. Finally, after a long staring session with my clothes, I decided to ask my mother to choose an attire for me . I closed my bedroom door and walked towards the open kitchen, which was the jurisdiction of my mother, and prepared the only recipe in my cook book- a PB and J sandwich.

"So, let me guess... couldn't sleep?" Mother figured, starting with the same annoying attitude she has whenever I show up with the tensed and tired face of a cow minutes away from being slaughtered.

"Well... it is my first day so, yeah," I replied.
"C' mon Rumi, you'll do good, and anyways... it will be their loss if they don't choose you," she reassured me.

I started drifting off into my thoughts and doubts about me getting chosen or not, when my mother announced while clapping her hands for effect,"Chop chop dreamer! You'll be late on your big day!"

"Wow ma! thanks for pumping me up," I mumbled sarcastically.

"isn't it 'hyping'?"

"Ok there... Hold your horses," I chewed the sandwich, before muttering, "50 points for keeping up with the trends of the modern language though."

"50?! I deserve at least a 100 for that kind of efficiency."

"See, Samantha now that's a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"Rumi, stop blabbering, you're going to be late!" she urged, "And don't call your mother by her name!"

"About that..." I paused and looked at her with all the puppy-like cuteness I could muster in my eyes.