You know I love you...Right?

Chapter 2 ~ Getting ready

I heard the loud sound of my alarm clock beeping, then I knew my fresh start had arrived.

I slapped my bright pink alarm clock that Mom gave to me when I started going to grade school.

Once it stopped screaming at me I wiped the sleep from my tired eyes, stretched out my arms and groggily got out of bed. I pulled on my school uniform, took out my french braids and brushed my hair.

I started brushing my teeth, I was so nervous for school to start that I cut my gums and I started bleeding. I annoyingly cleaned up the mess and took some medication to help me settle down. I put on my foundation and blush, even though my light skin is clear it just makes me look more appealing. I got my dark gray backpack and packed it and filled it with all my supplies.

Then I lugged all my suitcases and bags down the stairs almost falling in the process, "Gosh, is this even enough for 2 years?".

The bus ride was excruciating, the bumpy gravel roads made my head hurt. It took about 45 minutes to get to my new school, so I decided to kill the pain by reading a big bulky book that my grandma gave me for school, it's called "Flurries Of The Wind". It's a romance novel or something.

So far it's a pretty good book. Some parts are really boring though, something my grandma would read on her light brown leather lazy boy sofa. Right now I'm on chapter 12 out of 36, the crisp beige wordfull pages shone in the sunlight.

I'd never realized how beautiful nature can be. I love the small birds singing, the natural lighting, everything is so peaceful out here, "hmm" I thought "maybe this won't be so bad after all."

I was entering a long narrow path, everything seemed fine until I was looking at this thick, heavy black fog covering the side of the bus. I caught a glimpse of what was under it and saw dark nothingness, it gave me chills down my spine. I tried to look further down the side of the bus but I couldn't stick my head farther because the window was in the way.

I heard this terrible screeching noise coming from the back of the bus. It was a small, maybe 5 foot tall girl, her hair was as silky and dark as the night her eyes made from solid ice.

I couldn't figure out why she was screaming but then I looked to the side and noticed a sharp, quick drop down beside me.

The bus did a quick jerk to the right and then the back end swerved to the left hitting the rock wall beside us and I almost started to scream too. We were about 3 inches from falling to our deaths.

Thankfully, the bus driver got the bus back on track and we could continue to drive straight on the gravely, narrow path.