The Book Of Life

Chapter One

I sit up with a jolt. I'm covered, soaked in my sweat. But all I can think about is how extremely hot it is in my room. My aircon is on heater and I'm wearing a jumper and track pants. Why? The sun is just shining through my blinds. I open one so I can see out of habit- but it's like I can see in the dark.

I chuck the doona off me and strip off my pants before turning my aircon to chill. I set it at 16 and relish as the temperature goes down. I unzip my jumper and take if off causing my shirt to ride up. I hilariously double take when I see my skin underneath my shirt. I strip my shirt off to see my stomach.

My bra cups my breasts, but the rest of my body looks like it doesn't belong to me. A faint outline of a six pack of abs runs down my stomach.

I gloss a hand over my toned body. Gasping when I feel my toned skin. I don't have full on abs. But I do have the beginning of them.

"I look like I work out 24/7." I whisper, "And take a shit tone of pre workout."

I grab my scooter handlebars to take it to the garage when they cave in under my grip.

I watched in horror and awe as the end of my handlebar crumpled under my grip. These bars were so strong that when I had landed awkwardly after riding over a jump at the skate park I immediately winded myself on them because my stomach was pressed into them but here, I was now, bending the metal. How did I become so strong? Why did I have a toned stomach when a few hours ago I had a round bell with a bit of fat?

What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening.

I grabbed my phone carefully and began to type in a text to my best friend in our group chat. 'Hey! Nyone of you morons awake? Tori, Amaraz, I need to tell you something!'

Suddenly footsteps sounded outside my door. I quickly repositioned myself into a low crouch, waiting to take on whoever came through the door. Wait? That's not right. They were too muffled to be footsteps on the tiles or outside my door- someone was walking along the carpet in mum and dads' room. How had I heard that- it sounded like it was right next to me?

I'm dreaming. I have to be. My aircon made a groaning sound and I spun around to face it. I- wait did I just growl at my aircon. My teeth hurt in my gums and the room doesn't seem so dark anymore. I turn around to grab my shirt off my duchess when I catch a glimpse of glowing eyes. I shriek. So loud that the dog sleeping outside in the lounge room begins to bark and growl. I growl back before snapping myself out of it. Seriously did I bonk my head on something when I snuck out. My eyes drift to the mirror and I freeze. Sneak. Out.

I don't remember sneaking out, yet I woke up with my jumper and tracky daks on. I stare into the mirror as my normally pale blue eyes would stare back at me but instead Golden orbs in the darkness of my room hover in my reflection. I blink. And. The eyes in the mirror follow suit. The glow dies down, and my normal blue eyes reappear. I gasp for air. I didn't know I was holding my breath.

"What the hell!" I gasp.

MY. EYES. CHANGED. FUCKNG. COLOUR!

First, I woke up in my room hot as hell. Second, I am much more fitter and toner than I should be- and I am super strong as well. Third, my eyes begin to glow! A book sits on the edge of my bed, it looks ancient - like before we even started recording history, ancient- the pages are a pale yellow and the once brown leather has faded into a caramel brown.

Then. My last night shenanigan's hit me.

I did escape last night. Only to be caught up in someone else's drama; given that stupid book and chased. My breath hitches as I lift my shirt, where the giant husky bit me is practically healed, only a slight gash is open, and blood is lightly oozing out of it. But it's still bug enough to need stuches and I'm sure I can stick half my fist into the bite. I tug my shirt down to see where the red eyed guy bit my neck but there's nothing there- expect an angry red mark.