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My breakfast was just the normal, toast with ham and melted cheese. It was my favourite, cereal made me feel forever wanting more and bacon and eggs was just to much for a Monday morning.
School was one of those things that I neither hated nor enjoyed. I was an average student with average aspirations and and average life. Pretty much the only non-average thing about me would be my hair, it's apparently the only thing I can do with myself to break my full existence of 'average'. It's purple. And blue. Pastel hues of both colours in an ombré fashion, purple at the roots fading into blue. My hair isn't too long either, it goes almost to my shoulders, nothing fancy just a straight cut.
Looking at the stylish clock on the bench I calculate that the bus leaves from a few houses down in exactly 17 minutes. Great, enough time to eat this last few mouthfuls of toast, brush my hair and put into a few nice swirly pins and brush my teeth. I had already done what I call my 'school makeup', I call it that because it's the absolute basics. Nothing more. Foundation, a little liquid eyeliner and some mascara.
My hair was being a little unruly today so I grabbed the comb and gave it a quick though and though, sometimes this helps. It helps give my straight hair some volume. It worked, I pin it up quickly and with precision in cute swirls that connect into a bun at the back.
Now on to my teeth, I absolutely LOVE cleaning my teeth, well maybe it's not the teeth cleaning part it's the gum massage part.
A quick look at my watch on the bathroom counter showed I had only 9 minutes left to get to the bus stop.
I'd had better get my coat on and lock up or my darling mother will decapitate me when she stumbles in home after her late shift. She is a security guard at the local shopping centre. She does a shift from 10:30pm at closing to 6am in the morning, she then usually drops in at an early morning restaurant for breakfast. I guess I understand why she goes to a restaurant and not straight home, who would want to cook after being up all night? Not me that's for sure, and apparently not her either.
Mum usually isn't home until after I've left for school, I do leave pretty early as I go to school a few towns over and the bus stops many times to get all the other suckers that are making an effort that day to learn something new.
The keys to the house jingle in my hand as I walk down the driveway towards the footpath, it's a common everyday sound that you hardly even realise it, and that's why it took me a moment to realise the echo from the keys. I had heard this echo before, well not this particular echo but one that made me feel the same. Like nothing could come into focus the longer it was there, I knew what was coming next even before it happened. This has happened to me 7 times that I can remember throughout my childhood and teen years. This was going to be another thing I file into the crazy category and ignore that it ever happened. The figure appeared before me, demanding my attention, not allowing any other substance to occupy my mind. It's eyes slanted downward, large and green, so many shades of green almost beautiful while intimidating, captivating. This is what I believe created the universe, or I do every time I stare into them. Magnificent. This being however was shroud in darkness, no distinct start to the black depth and no distinct end point. It just was what it was, with no definition, no description.

The tight grasp around my waist called for all my attention. Dark tendrils, not hands not any limb I had ever seen before (that I wasn't imagining like I clearly am now). No pain engulfed my body, no feeling was present in my body at all except for a light fluffy feeling, one of complete relaxation. Nothing I had ever felt before compared with what I was witnessing in my own humanly body. No life was being taken from me, my life was being sustained by these tendrils of complete and indefinite blackness. There was no source to the blackness' form and seemingly, no end.
Still, the tightness bugged me. With such a state of relaxation why would I feel such a strong grasp on my waist?