Partials

5: Late

Laying on my bed looking up at the ceiling I must say isn't very interesting. I should get a packet of those glow in the dark stars and planets and stick them up there. That would make it better to look at. It would be dark soon. Then it would be Partial hours. The night would be filled with the familiar death cries I was so used too. Sin had probably had already heard them at his own country. I wonder if they would be louder here? Where did Sin even come from? I'd have to ask him at school. If he still wanted to talk to me. If he survived the night. I sighed loudly and fidgeted around on my bed. I put my hand under my pillow. Good. My gun was still there. My dad would kill me if he knew it was there, especially if he found out it was loaded. The safety is on. It always is. I'm not an idiot. I don't fancy blowing my brains out in my sleep. No. If I could chose how I am going to die I want to die fighting. Die with pride. Maybe fighting off Partials. It would be good, to be able to see where the Partials take people before they die. It would answer so many questions. Anyways. Back to blowing my brains out in my sleep. Actually, that's not a very nice subject. A Partial cry ripped through the air cutting off my train of thought and making me tense. It had begun.

God knows how I managed to fall asleep through the death cries. But I guess I did, I remember waking up. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. Shit. I had to get up and go to school. I threw my legs off the side of the bed and trudged down the hallway. Dad was standing in the kitchen pouring hot steaming water from the jug into his mug. It was always the same one, black with red splatters on it. They reminded me of blood.

"Morning Raven. I was just about to come get you up."

"Morning." The smell of coffee wafted through the air making me perk up a little. I wasn't a fan of coffee but the smell was divine. I walked to the pantry and pulled out the cereal. Always the same one. Coco pops. I grabbed the box the dragged my feet to the cupboard. I pulled down a bowl and poured in my breakfast. I opened up the fridge to get the milk. There wasn't any.

"Why do bad things happen to good people?" I said sadly.

"Shit. Your day just got worse. It was daylight savings yesterday. I forgot to turn the clocks forward. You need to be at school in ten minutes."

"Dad! It's a ten minute walk to school alone let alone getting ready!"

"Hurry. I'll make your lunch." I swore and ran down the hall. I twisted sharply into my bedroom and threw on my school uniform. Two minutes to go. I ran down the hall to the bathroom, I splashed my face with hot water. I regretted it immediately. I cried out as the scolding water burnt my skin. I turned on the cold water and splashed my face with that. I wiggled my nose as my face adjusted to the new temperature. I hastily grabbed my toothbrush, squirted on my toothpaste and scrubbed so fast I felt my teeth were going to catch fire. I spat into the sink and ran back into the kitchen. Dad had my bag ready.

"Bye dad." I grabbed my bag and went to run out the door

"Aren't you going to brush your hair?"

"No time. Bye." I slammed the front door shut and ran down the driveway.

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Authors note- interesting morning no? So i didn't lie when i said this chapter would be longer then the last. Its just. . . not really long. Im not the kind of person who can write really long 2000 word chapters. Frankly I fin them boring to write and boring to read. But that's just my opinion.

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