Masked Emily

Chapter One

Blinking my eyes open, burning from being used to the dark so long. Looking to the vial contraption that was blaring and blinking red numbers at me. Groaning, I pull my arm from underneath my very warm and safe covers to stop said device. Closing my eyes once more, getting ready for the impact, fling the covers off of me and to the other end of the bed.

Opening my eyes as wide as I can, staring up at the ceiling. After a few moments, while moaning and groaning, I slide to the edge of the bed and stretch my legs out. Getting up, I stretch my arms above my head.

Heading toward my closet, I turn my light on so Mar knows I'm up. Mar is short for Margaret, whom is my best friend ever, that lives across the street. If that isn't fate, then I don't want to meet her. Or is it a him? I'll go with it to be on the safe side.

Flinging my closet doors open, I look at everything hung up. Feeling a little daring, I break out a red tank top, a see through black shirt and dark blue jeans. Grabbing the clothing, I walk toward the only bathroom, besides the one in my parents room, with a hot shower.

As I approach the door, Hayley opens and out comes my little sister, raven black hair dampened from the shower she just got out of, pulled high into a ponytail. Her light gray eyes were lined in dark charcoal. Spotting me a few feet away, she smiles and moves out of the bathroom, going to her room to dry and style her hair since she is already dressed.

"Don't worry, I left some hot water for you," Hayley says to me, her voice tilting a little to high for her light voice, making it a little to high. I still love her though.

"Thank you," I say to her before she closes her bedroom door. I'm touched she actually did that. I don't usually shower in the morning, but I was too busy and lazy last night.

Stepping into the bathroom, I close the door, taking a deep breath of steam. How she applied her eyeliner in this state without it running will never cease to amaze me. Brushing my teeth, I strip and turn the knob all the way to the left and pull the thingy to start the shower head. Spitting the toothpaste, saliva mixture out, I rinse my mouth out with water. Jumping into the shower, the water turns from freezing to warm within a few seconds.

Getting out to dry myself off, I gather my clothing together and get dressed. I turn the vent on to remove the steam from the air. Looking in the mirror, I start to see myself appear in it. Sighing, I reach for the wide width comb to detangle the blond halo around my head. With the last tangle freeing itself from my hair, I set it aside.

Walking out of the bathroom, I turn both the lighting and vent off. Walking back to my room, I think of everything I need for school today. Nothing besides what I have in my backpack. Feeling inspired today, I make a note to grab my lyric book.

Walking into my room, I grab my notebook from the side of my bed I don't sleep on, and stuff it towards the bottom of my bag, to make sure it stays hidden. After doing that, I walk to my bedside table to my silver and blue songbird necklace.

Sighing, I look toward my window and wonder if Mar would be mad if I decided to skip today. Shaking my head, I remember when I got sick with the flu and had to miss school. She yelled my ear off for nearly an hour, while I was in bed, after she got out of school.

Heading toward my vanity, I look at myself in the mirror, deciding to go for my regular look, eyeliner and mascara. Applying it, I look at my phone in the mirror, seeing if it's going to flash green. It does me even better and an incoming text message.

Putting the mascara wand down, I walk to my bedside table, on the opposite side of the room, only stopping to grab my ankle boots at the end of the bed. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I grab a pair of socks out of my bedside table top draw. Pulling them over my feet, I grab my phone off the charger. Unlocking my phone, I take a moment to skim through the text messages, checking them, I put my phone in my back pocket when I stand up, chuckling. Mar can be funny. Stuffing my feet in the boots standing up can be harder than it looks, so I just plop right back down to put them on easier.