The Last Fire Weilder

A day in my life

My name is Keegan Black.

I sit up in my  bed, nudging aside the deep purple comforter and stretch. I shiver despite the soft cream colored sweater I was wearing that hung off my shoulder a bit and covered my hands. 

I'm a junior in high school with one friend and many acquaintances. 

I walk into the bathroom, my socks padding silently on the carpet then tile. I turn on the light and wince at the sudden brightness. My fiery red hair is a mess of curls on the top of my head. I brush my hair, attempt to tame it and fail like every other morning and brush my teeth. My bright green eyes shine emerald green in the fluorescent lights.

I'm the only one in my family with red hair which makes no sense considering for generations it's been brunettes and black haired people. I'm biologically their child so I don't get it either.

A slim silver tabby lazily hops off the bed from dozing under my covers and comes to rub on my legs as I brushed my teeth, leaning against the sink, visible in the door way. 

I have a cat, her name is Sushi and  she loves to sleep with me.

I dress in a light grey and ashy brown stripped sweater with a baby blue jacket and some tight black slacks. I complete this look with a medium weight dark blue windbreaker weather proof coat. 

I fit in like everyone else in this town, minus my hair which makes me stick out like a sore thumb amongst the rain, grey skies and mellow tones of brown, grey, and black. 

Freckles are very rare around here, I've noticed. Especially ones like mine that cover my entire body, only spacing out on my stomach and feet.

I walk down stairs and my mom is sitting on the couch in her pajamas, hot black coffee in her hands, her dark brown hair in a messy bun, attempting to wake up. 

My dad is at work, he's a scientist that studies how brains work. However that is. My mom is a writer, she loves fantasy and I do too. I was born with her ability to dream of places even the gods couldn't create. Except, I could never get it out on paper. And things like that are probably better off in my head. 

I grab my normal grey book bag with a small passion flower keychain which I adore, and walk out of the house to get to school. 

I pull my hood up over my head at the misting rain and walk the five blocks to school. 

It's really not that much considering the houses are so big they're spaced out to three a street, the yards in this town are huge. We have tons of forests around here, dominated by pines which are basically the only things that can survive around here. 

When I get there, other students dressed in the same mellow colors, reflecting the weather here. I walked into the huge Victorian style building, hoping to escape to my class before she caught me. 

I wasn't fast enough. 

"Keegan! Wait up!" 

This girl has been chasing after me for almost a month now, considering it's the end of the year in a few weeks, I found it kind of insulting it took her that long to notice me considering how easily recognizable I was. 

She caught up to me, her short black shoulder length hair and bleached bangs bouncing as she jogged to meet me at the beginning of the stairs to the third floor where my first class was. 

"What do you want Betheny?" I sighed. 

I had almost no patience when dealing with women my age, especially ones like her. She had my number but never texted me and didn't even know my last name. She called me Peyton up until last week when I snapped at her and she took it rough until the next day. But I didn't care. I was so tired of her, all she did was post snapchat pictures of me saying how cute I was. 

I mentally winced, she gave my brain such a headache. 

"Ouch, that hurts, I thought I told you to call me Beth," I rolled my eyes, of course she didn't notice, or pretended not to. Probably the former. 

"Please leave me alone." I said, my voice monotone.

 I hated mornings and she seemed to make my life so much harder for some reason. 

"But I wanna talk to youuuuuuu-" She whined. I let out a sigh as we got to the top of the stairs. I was so close to my classroom, hers was on the other side of the third floor. 

"You have my number." I said again in a bored voice. We did this every day. 

"I do?" I knew she was pretending, she worried me sometimes but I brushed it off. 

"Yeah, bye." I said walking to my classroom as the hallway splits in two directions. 

I sat by the window in most of my classes which I enjoyed because I could stare out into the weather and enjoy the coolness seeping through the glass. I tapped my pencil absent mindedly and gazed at the trees leading to the mountains beyond our small town. I wished so badly I could see what's beyond-

"-ack...Black... KEEGAN!" The teacher yelled, trying to get my attention. I slammed my pencil down on my desk and realized I got lost in my thoughts again. People were staring at me. I put my head down and my shoulders slumped. When they looked away to resume class, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. 

The final bell rang and I rushed out of my corner of the library which I had last hour for study hall and hurried out of the side doors next to the teachers desk. Thank God  Betheny could never find me after school. 

I trudged through the shallow puddles the silent streets had collected throughout the day. I walked down the driveway, my dad's car parked next to mine. 

I really didn't need a car, but then neither did my mom and she figured I needed something big for my seventeenth birthday which was almost a whole year ago. 

"Hey, how was school?" My dad asked through the kitchen, his glasses perched on top of his slightly balding head, his apron around his white button down he wore for work, his tie on the table. He was cooking, and very good at it. I helped him most days when I could, I got his cooking talent. Thank god because my mom can't even make cereal. 

I shrugged. "Not bad, the usual." 

"Stare out the window and get yelled at?" I smirked.

 I did that a lot, my parents had gotten many calls about it and after a while they just ignored it. The school looked the other way most days, but some teachers like my first hour teacher still tried. 

"As usual." I replied. I shrugged off my bookbag at the door, grabbing my binder and heading upstairs to do my math.

 I had a report due on Monday. I had tonight and this weekend to do it, considering it was Friday and I procrastinate, I would likely not sleep for the next few days. 

After getting my Trigonometry homework done and feeding Sushi, mom came out of her study where she usually spent the evenings and we all ate dinner together.

I changed into my cream sweater I usually slept in and threw on some volleyball shorts that revealed my creamy white skin on my legs decorated by ginger freckles.

 My feet get cold easily so I also put on some light grey knee high wool socks and sat on my bed, leaning against my mahogany wooden bed frame with Sushi sleeping under my arm and typed out the first few pages of my essay. 

This time I remembered to turn off my computer before I fell asleep and lay cuddled under my purple comforter with Sushi kneading my shoulder with her claws to get comfy which I had become accustomed to and drifted off. 

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