£° The Red String Of Fate °€ [ Rosalie Hale ] [ Bella Swan ]

Chapter ² - The Mythology Of School

"Mystery Magnifies Danger As The fog, The sun."

________

   A bright and sunny morning was an average sight Fray was usually use to when waking up from her day on day slumber. From a very refreshing sleep, the view from outside her window was nothing of a suprise, only a reminder of where she was now.

The same pattern seemed to have flown into the next day, in the shape of small drizzle like droplets of water. Any sign of sunlight was still being covered by the usual grayish clouds that stayed floating all over what was now her new home town. This was definitely something she would have to get use to as of now, which didn't really seem like a bother to her as much as some would've thought. Weather like this, was always a common thing she looked forward to seeing on the daily. 

This was her new home, a restart to hopefully something much more better then her last one.

Stretching out her stiff bone, she stood up from her warm and surprisingly comfortable bed on the floor. Already missing it as she made her way toward her own personal bathroom. Considering it size it wasn't as big as her last one, very much smaller in comparison, not that she cared.

There wasn't much inside the cramped space, only the usual initial like toothpaste and her new toothbrush she bought back in New York before they had left the city behind and of course, a bathtub, a sink with a 24' Caitlyn Vanity mirror, along with a toilet. Letting out a tired yawn, she began her morning routine to start off the day.

In record time she was surprisingly wide awake and had finished getting ready for a whole day of regret for making the decision on actually waking up this morning. Making her way downstairs, which for the first time in a long time to her disbelief, was hit with the most mouth watering smell ever. It made her nose tingle from the pleasant scent in the air. 

The sight upon her was something she couldn't comprehend or more like believe, it left her slightly flabbergasted with what she was even witnessing. Her mother, for the first time in who knows how long, was standing in their new kitchen, cooking. A very uncommon sight for Fray.

Even as she stood frozen in front of her kitchen doorway, deep down she didn't let herself be completely over took by hope. Knowing her mother, this would probably be the first and last time she would ever see her doing something remotely close to this. A number of things more important always made it way towards her Mother that block her mind from actually remembering that she had a kid to take care of.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Fray made her way toward the kitchen table, on silence steps she went unnoticed by the blonde haired parent. In the somewhat questionable rooms was a enjoyable buzz of sound. At the corner of the average size space was a mini radio, playing what sounded like 'Greek Tragedy'.