Reunited

Morning

I woke up to look at the beautiful white ceiling. I sleepily turned my head at the coffee table next to me and looked at the alarm clock. It was 6:43 am. Wow. Not really normal for me, because I usually sleep until lunch. I got up and looked at my feet with blurry vision. Ugh, mornings are the worst. I stood up, barely keeping my balance. My hair was really messy. I mean, really messy. My blonde hair was pointing in every direction, especially my bangs. I sighed and lazily walked over to the nearest bathroom. Yes, they have more than one bathroom. I open then door and I look at myself in the large circular mirror. Horrible.

I turned my head to a small chest of drawers with all bathroom tools. I opened the top one with all different combs of different shapes, sizes and colors. I randomly chose a nice blue one with sharp comb needles, the one I really needed right now. Lucky shot.

The comb brushed smoothly through each strand of my tangled hair. I smiled as I finished. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed in happiness. Whew. That's over with. I quickly washed my face with cold water to wake me up, and then I rushed downstairs.

There was no one there. Everything was empty and lifeless. I guess they weren't up yet, or too lazy to come downstairs. I shrugged. Should I....call them or something..?

You know what, forget it. I went to the main door of the mansion and went outside. The sun was peeking out of the still forests and hills. Nothing made a sound, everything was dead quiet. Kind of creepy, if you ask me.

I look around. I should practice on my fighting.

And as in fighting, I mean throwing flames in every direction until I can't feel my arms and legs.

I sighed and twirled around to get my focus. As I breathed, I threw an aggressive punch into thin air and a large strand of fire blasted out. It didn't hurt, of course, because...well....because.

I kept practicing until I collapsed on the cool grass. Mornings...

Are really tiring.