Undertaker's Child

New day.

I wake up to the bright light breaking into my room from my black curtain. Great, another day of middle school and trying to fit in. I slowly sit up from my bed of red, white and black sheets and place my feet on the cold floor. I didn't get that cold really, I never did, I could honestly wear shorts in winter. I walk over to my mirror in my room not feeling so proud of what I saw. I grab my hair brush and brush threw my silver/grey hair. I put my school uniform on and then hear a knock at the door.
"Hey (f/n), you are gonna be late for school if you don't hurry up." My dad says finishing with his usual snicker. His voice was very unique, some would say raspy but I call it unique because I like it. My voice isn't really like his but I wished it was sometimes. "Okay, dad. I'll be out in a minute." I reply in an almost yelling voice as I walk over to my door. I open the dark door and walk through to see my dad behind his front desk and I grab the lunch he made me before I turn to walk out. Before I do, he stops me. "I know school is hard for you (f/n) but try to not be so sad today. Okay?" He said out of concern. "I'll try. As I reply walking out of the dimly lit room only to find myself on the bright streets of London.