Me, Myself, and I

Chapter One - Shadows

Third person POV:

Harlow Novalie woke up almost instantly sweating and panting, sitting straight up in her bed. She sat there for a moment rethinking her dream but it all came in small glimpses. A foggy forest, three strangers, and her saviour. It was all so strange. What could have possibly triggered that sort of dream?

Harlow looked to her left towards her window and found that it was open. She got up and went over to it, closing it while thinking of when she had opened it. She didn't remember opening it last night. Harlow looked outside her window, admiring the landscape before her and taking in the bright morning sun. Outside her window there was a lake surrounded by a forest of pine and maple trees. It was still early spring so there was a light layer of snow covering the forest floor. How could she ever tire of this view? It's so beautiful waking up to this every morning. Unfortunately, Harlow can't have the beautiful bright sun shining in her room all day because her window faces the east, where the sun rises. But she still gets a good amount of sunshine throughout the day.

"Harlow! Are you awake yet? School starts in forty-five minutes. Hurry up or else you'll miss the bus!" her mother's shout echoed across the house, breaking her out of her trance. She turned around and headed to her closet on the far left side of her room. There, she picked out her outfit for the day. Black yoga pants, a form-fitting white t-shirt, and a navy blue hoodie to top it off. The hoodie had come from her sister's closet. All of her current hoodies were either in the wash or don't fit so for now she's borrowing her sister's. She went over to her long body-length mirror beside her closet to admire herself for a brief moment. Her hair was a mess. All tangled from tossing and turning all night. She examined her face closely. She had two different coloured eyes, one bright green and the other laser blue with a hint of purple near the circumference of her pupil. She had a straight nose, not too wide and not pointy. She had pink plump lips, a decent size that was one of many striking features. Her skin was tanned, partly from being in the sun but mostly inherited from her Mexican background. She had a fairly slim figure with some curves. Her pants complimented her legs, showing off all the muscle from playing multiple different sports. Harlow was just growing into her teenage body, still not quite a woman yet. "Harlow, hurry up! Don't make me come up there!" her Mom, Braelynn, threatened.

"Coming Mom!" Harlow shouts as she opens her door and runs downstairs to prepare her lunch for the day. Her mother and sister, Eleonora, were sitting on the couch, both watching the news but Eleonora eating cereal for breakfast. Harlow always thought breakfast was gross. There was nothing good about it. All it really is, is carbs and sugar. Cereal is disgusting and gives her a stomach ache. And milk has a weird taste. So no matter how hard her mother tries to get Harlow to eat something in the morning, her attempts always miserably fail. Some would call it starvation but honestly, if you hate everything about breakfast, what's the point in eating something you hate and will have it come back up later on? People say breakfast is the most important meal of the day but really, it's disgusting. So Harlow sees no point in eating it.

As she finished making her lunch and packing it in her lunch-bag, Harlow packed the rest of her things in her school backpack and headed upstairs to do her usual morning routine. She put on some hummingbird earrings, a turquoise bird with an orange chest and pink gems decorating the wings, and went downstairs to head off to the bus stop across her street.

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Harlow's POV:

Once I get off the school bus, I head over to the back doors of our french-immersion school on the right side from the bus loop. I enter the doors and head up to our classroom and walk through the doors. Once I set my bag down, I walk over to my friends, Nala, Flynn, Aria, Amani and Oriana. We've all been friends for quite a while now and people have started calling us the 5ever Fuses, 5ever meaning the five of us being friends longer than forever, and Fuses meaning we all stick together and won't tolerate one of us being talked down to or else we go off like a fuse.