The Awakened Warrior

Chapter 1: Just another normal day

(Erabelle's POV)
   I was woken up by the sound of my alarm clock buzzing. My arm slowly came out from under the sheet trying to reach the snooze button. I lowered my hand to feel for the button, but ended up knocking it off my nightstand making a crash noise. I rubbed my face in annoyance and slowly got up from my bed yawning.

   I grabbed my glasses off my book on my nightstand and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Jumping off the edge of my bed I walked on my soft whit carpet to my closet to pick out my normal daily clothes. I grabbed a teal tank top and a white cover-up and laid them out on my bed. I opened my dresser drawer and picked out a fairly new pair of bootcut jeans.

   I gathered the clothes from my bed and snatched my glasses and walked to my door. I twisted the door handle and opened the door walking on the runner rug going across the long hallway.

   The bathroom was a sky blue color and it had a nice white shower and a marble topped sink. I walked into the bathroom and landed my stuff on the side of the sink. Pulling my curling iron to give my long hair a little curl then I accidentally hit the faucet handle turning the water on.

The water splashed from the sink to my clothes drenching one spot with a dark teal spot. "SHIT!" I screamed hitting my head. I heard my mom coming upstairs and heard her talking on the phone. "We don't use that kind of language in this house young lady!" My mom scolded. "Yes mother," I said annoyed. I grabbed my teal shirt and put it by the open window (I'm not that stupid to try and dry it with a hair dryer). I sighed and swung a piece of my long brown hair over my shoulder and plugged in my curling iron.

Waiting for it to heat up I grabbed my moisturizer for my face and my toothbrush and toothpaste. I heard a ding come from my curler and I set down all of my toiletries. I parted my hair into little sections and grabbed one part and stuck it in the curler twisting it in the curler. I waited a little while and let it fall over my shoulder. I did this a couple hundred more times and finished my hair. I grabbed my moisturizer and squirted some in my hand. I applied it to my face and washed it off with a warm wash cloth.

I finished with my face and snatched my toothbrush and toothpaste and dribbled some mint paste on my brush. I got a cup and turned the sink on and filled the cup with cold water. I put my toothbrush in my mouth and cleaned my mouth with circular motions. I spit and swished my mouth with water and shined my teeth in the mirror.

I gathered my clothes and started putting them on. I buttoned up my cover-up and looked at myself in the mirror, smiling I grabbed my glasses and put them on and unlocked the bathroom door. I went back to my room and gathered the books I finished from the library this week and put them in my backpack. I went out of my bedroom and went down the carpet covered stairs towards the kitchen.

My mom was cooking breakfast which smelled like peppers and omelets and orange juice. My nose filled with the heavenly scent and I drooled. I quickly wiped the drool from my chin and sat my bag by the door. Taking a seat at the dinner table my mom set down a plate with a omelet with red and green peppers in it and a glass of orange juice.

"Good morning Erabelle," my mom said cheerfully.

"Good morning mom," I said through a mouthful of omelet. She smiled and I went back to eating. I drank the last bit of my orange juice and grabbed my plate and empty glass. Putting them both in the dish washer I heard a song coming from my moms phone. "WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!" I rolled my eyes and sighed at my moms ringtone.

"Sorry sweetie I have to take this, but have a great time at the library," she said answering the phone.

I mouthed the word "thank you" and went to grab my bag. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked towards the front door. I unlocked it and stepped outside feeling the mid warm air. I walked towards the open garage and grabbed my dark blue bike and walked to the sidewalk. I grabbed my plain dark blue helmet and hooked it under my chin. Swinging my leg over my bike I sped off down the sidewalk towards the library.
(Brandon's POV)
I was having a really great dream about me jet skiing off a huge wave and landing it with a huge splash. It was awesome, but someone had to ruin it and I bet you can guess who. It was my annoying little 8 year old sister Taylor. "Come on big brother get up get up come play with me outside!" She said jumping on my bed. I groaned and checked the time. It was 8:00am.