BEEP! BEEP!
The sound looped in Amity's ears as she groaned, stretching in her queen sized bed that was really just two twin beds pushed together.
BEEP! BEEP!
"Titan.." she hummed, her leg dangling off the side of her bed. She forced her eyes open, then reached over to the big red alarm clock on the nightstand beside her bed and pressed the sleep button.
Rolling onto her back, she exhales out her nose, relived that the beeping noise ringing in her ear had finally come to an end.
"Amity!" The voice of Odalia Blight echoed from outside her room. The tone of her voice sounded kind of agitated, like she was in a rush for something.
Amity sort of flinched at the sudden yell coming from her mother. What could it be now, so early in the morning? She groaned one more time, then ripped the blanket off her body and hoisted herself off the bed blearily It was around 8 in the morning, and the sun had just finished rising into the sky. Sunlight was pouring out of the two small windows above her bed, and it felt warm shining onto her face as she stood there. She smiled slightly and stretched again, this time for longer. She enjoyed mornings, more than other times of the day. Those couple hours when you get to relax for a minute and take in the world was important to her. Although, she was never a morning person, that is. perhaps she just didn't enjoy talking to people for the first few hours of the day, or maybe she just needed a cup of coffee to get her morning started. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"AMITY!" Odalia called again, this time closer to the door.
Amity jolted, and looked at the door, peeved as if she could see her mother from outside the walls. "What is it, mom?!" She hissed, starting to bite the inside of her cheek. It was a habit she always did when she was mad, since she was a little girl.
"Are you almost done getting ready for summer camp?" She replied quickly. "We leave in less than 15 minutes!"
Amity's eyes widened. She had completely forgotten she was going to camp today, and even worse, she had just gotten up! She frantically looked around for no particular reason, accept for the fact she barley had 15 minutes to get dressed, and do her hair and makeup. "Uh, give me a minute!"
And that minute she spent very wisely. She changed into a black tank top and a pare of chamomile colored cargo shorts, then quickly brushed her short green hair into a half ponytail. She looked at herself through her dusty body length mirror and noticed she had brown roots showing at the top of her head. I'll get to that later, she thought to herself. She had been thinking of dying it purple, but there was no chance her mother would let her. Odalia always preferred Amity's hair to be green. She assumed it was because it made amity resemble her mother more then if it was a different color. Amity finished doing her eyeliner and quickly went out of her room to find her mother standing outside her door. Her foot was tapping on the floor and she kept checking her watch like she was in a hurry.
"Finally. Your bags are allready in the trunk," Her mother spoke with a cold tone. She had her hair done up in a tight bun, and she was wearing a white flower coded vest and a purple long-sleeved top under it, then well fitting black pants with brown combat boots. She wore the same outfit often, probably because she didnt have alot of other "professional" clothes. "Go, get in the car."
Amity let out an annoyed sigh, letting out a small irritated. grumble. She never originally wanted to go to camp, her father just signed her up without asking, which always agitated her, and he knew that. Amity was turning 15 this year, she knew she was old enough to choose what she wanted to do. Amity walked away, turning on her heel, towards the tall door that led to the porch outside her house. She didnt bother having something to eat before the half an hour trip to the infamous camp, because she never had that big of an appetite anyway. She had been a picky eater since she was little. In fact, it got so bad Odalia had to practically force feed her vegetables. Amity still felt nauseous at the thought of that.
Odalia had a rusty blue truck, the same one her father had before he passed it down to her. Amity always wondered why her mother was still driving it around. The old vehicle looked like it was going to break down any second. The wheels below the car had a uniqe pattern. The licence plate had the plane text "ABC 123" on it. Not surprisingly, it was just as dusty and dirty as the car itself. Amity opened the door with force and stepped in, sitting on the passenger seat.
