Blades

3 (Revamped)

Updates are slower due to school...and because I want to make sure I'm putting in my best effort. Please enjoy.❤️

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Xamani's head shoots up at the sudden sound of knocking. "It's time to wake up," says the caregiver through the door, footsteps fading away.

"What?" Xamani mumbles, her tired eyes darting around her dark room. They land on the window; bare, no blinds or curtains, showcasing the night sky.

Confused, she slowly sits up and turns on her side lamp, wincing at the bright light. Why was the caregiver waking her up so early?

She can hear another door being rapped on faintly and those words repeating from a distance. She stands from her bed and opens her room door, peeking her head out. The light in the hall had her squinting her eyes. She saw the caregiver, three doors down.

"Hey!" she calls down the hall, her voice cracking. "What's goin' on?"

The caregiver acknowledges her before saying, "Your person is on their way to take you out, it's time to get ready."

Xamani's mind goes blank and she scratches her head. What person? She thought. Then, snippets of yesterday's meeting replay in her head and she sighs. "This early though? Ion eva' wake up this early!" she complains.

"Sorry, sweetie. Tammy's orders."

Xamani closes her door then flops on the bed with a groan. In all of her years of being at Happy Hill she's had the leverage of waking up on her own time and now that was being taken away. And the one time she is being forced awake, it's at the crack of dawn. Was that really necessary? She glances at her digital clock. It was barely six o'clock for crying out loud!

She was deciding on going back to sleep and just telling the caregiver she was sick, but she couldn't.

Despite feeling the tiredness in her eyes she was wide awake now. She could turn off the lamp, pull the covers over her head, even fluff the pillow, and she still would be conscious. Because once she's up, she's up.

Thirty minutes later, she was dressed with minty breath and a washed face. The only thing that was nasty was her attitude.

A sticky note with a number scribbled on it was handed to her on her way out of her room and she was now heading for the dining hall where her person was said to be.

Other kids were walking the halls, but not as many as when they usually woke up. It looks foreign to Xamani. They move almost like zombies, heads down, rubbing their eyes and yawning.

In the dining hall, the ceiling lights were off, and instead, tall lamps were placed in each corner of the room, spilling warm lights onto the floor.

Unlike breakfast and lunch hour, the room was mostly empty. At most, there were four people to a table, two at each end (Those pairs being ones who were getting to know each other). Then, there were tables with only two people, them being spaced out waiting for their person.