Titans Rule, Levi Ackerman UNDER EDITING

(1) Normalcy.

~Amelia~

Utterly earsplitting, the blaring, repeating buzz of her alarm jolted her awake. The constant noise reinforced the woman's absolute hatred towards mornings. Routinely, she threw a flurry of curse words at her innocent alarm, slamming the snooze button. Just as the woman fell back into her slumber, a second alarm followed.

"Fine, I'm awake," the woman grumbled, walloping her poor alarm with an unnecessary amount of force.

The woman's hand snapped up to her face, rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes. She ripped her mess of hair from her half-lidded eyes, forcing herself to sit up. Blearily, she glanced at her alarm clock. Her eyes shot open as she realised the time. 

"Amelia! Rise and shine, sweetie!" boomed her Mum through the crack in her bedroom door.

Amelia didn't respond.  "Come on, honey. It's Friday. The best day of the week, right after Monday." Amelia rolled her eyes at her Mum's enthusiasm.

Biting down hard on her already chapped lips, Amelia restrained herself from the string of swear words threatening to slip out of them. Sometimes, she wished her Mum would have more faith in her to wake up herself. She was an ancient twenty-one years of age, officially making her an adult—not that her current lateness was evidence of that. Making the mistake of starting the first season of the anime Attack on Titan before falling asleep, Amelia had gotten wholly hooked. She had only realised how late it was when the birds started chirping outside of her window. 

"Come on, your first lecture will start soon, and you don't want to be late. Oh, and you've got your big race today!" her Mum bellowed somehow even louder than before. Amelia groaned at the reminder. In her sleep-deprived state, running half-naked in front of potentially tens of people didn't sound appealing. 

Curtains were forced open violently, not giving Amelia's eyes nearly enough time to adjust. Without warning, the duvet was ripped from her grasp. Instantly, all of the hairs on Amelia's body stood up, and a cat-like hiss escaped her lips. Pulling the duvet back over her, Amelia attempted to go back to sleep. However, this only led to her tumbling to the floor as her mum violently snatched the quilt from her grasp.

After losing count of the dust particles on the carpet, Amelia looked back longingly at her bed and whispered: "I'll come back for you soon, my love." She dramatically wiped away the fake tears from her eyes and beelined for the bathroom.

Once she arrived, Amelia carried out her mundane morning routine. Only today did she consider her appearance more seriously. Her dark brown, almost black eyes gaped back at her, the source of much of the teasing she had received growing up. Amelia was half-Japanese, having just moved to England, and the kids at school had never let her forget it.

Taming her lengthy charcoal hair, Amelia decided to tie it up out of her face. Her annoyingly red lips, which looked as if she was constantly having an allergic reaction, were irritated and cracking in places. Poking at them cautiously, a shot of pain travelled across her face, causing her fingers to retreat instantaneously. Overall, it was safe to say she was a mess and had no time to do anything about it. 

Heaving a heavy sigh, Amelia rambled out of the bathroom and headed towards her depressing wardrobe. It was filled with endless black: charcoal, ebony, raven, onyx- name a dark shade, and she had it. Scrupulously, she selected one of her usual outfits: a plain dark grey t-shirt, black skinny jeans and a black hoodie. A necklace Amelia's Mum had given her for her eighteenth birthday hung around her neck. It had become a part of her since she bequeathed it. It had initially been her grandmother's, a woman she'd only met a few times but adored nonetheless.