Akkora

Chapter 2

I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.

I even fell asleep thinking about whatever I had seen out the window last night. At first, I attempted to convince myself that it wasn't real, that I was just really tired. But then I remembered the way Poppy was barking out the window, the way everything turned silent once I saw the figure.

The way the eyes of the figure stared straight at me.

Finally, I decided that it really wasn't just a figment of my imagination, as terrifying as it seemed. It took me all morning to come to terms with the fact, but now that I have, I've felt paranoid that whatever was out there last night is still out there now. Which I'm sure it was.

I stood up from my bed and looked over my pictures-well, at a picture. I shiver rolled down my spine as my mind was refreshed with the image. I took a deep breath. Today was Friday. I should just forget about whatever happened and be happy it's nearly the weekend.

Right?

I nodded to myself and got dressed. I threw on a t-shirt and a thin jacket with some washed out blue jeans. Summer is five months away, so I don't really want to dress too light or vise versa. I stuffed my camera into my backpack. I will most likely take more pictures after school.

Looking in the mirror on my desk, I fixed my hair, (aka sloppily running a hand through it and calling it good) before making my way downstairs, where Cami was once again trying to cook.

"I made pancakes," she said, pointing to a stack of burned material that really shouldn't be classified as food.

I gaged a bit. "Ha. Yeah, I think I'll skip breakfast today," I said, grabbing an apple from the counter. "Thanks though."

I heard Cami sigh loudly. "Well, at least someone in this house appreciates my cooking skills." I turned and saw Poppy attacking the charred pancakes. He had already scarfed half of them down when I turned to the door.

"I'm going to school!" I shouted as I started to close the door.

"I'd be concerned if you weren't." Cami yelled back.

I scoffed and slammed the door. Besides our personalities, Cami and I were nothing alike. While she had bright grass green eyes, I had brown ones. They weren't even the pretty shade of brown like most people have, mine were dull. Cami's on the other hand sparkled in the sunlight and almost glowed in the dark.

Curse you people with unique eyes.

Not only eye color, but our hair color was also different. My was a dark chestnut color while my aunt had golden blonde. She had a thin, slightly pale face. Cami was healthy too, and the only imperfection is her nose, which is slightly crooked from when she broke it years ago, though it just seemed to add to her beauty.

Sometimes, I wonder how we are even related.

I gripped my backpack tighter as I walked. Yes, I walk to school. Every day. Since neither Cami or I own a car, so this was the only option. I don't mind much, though. It's really the only exercise I get.

Luckily, I can already see the building. Time for six hours of learning.

Yay me.

I let out a frustrated breath when I reached the front steps. I really wasn't in the mood to deal with homework or...anything, really. I wished I could just turn around and go home.

Instead, I pushed open the doors, navigated through the sea of loud high schoolers and entered my first period class.

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