Facing The Light [EDITING ON HOLD]

Chapter 1 - This Isn't Twilight

Editing will be put on hold so beware of mistakes and typos! I suggest maybe not reading this until I edit it, but if you want to read then go ahead, and I appreciate comments, especially criticism. I'd love to know some of the errors I've made and your thoughts on this story :)

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Chapter 1 - This Isn't Twilight

The warm golden sunlight peaked through the window, landing on my face. My window must have been open, I thought as I felt a light breeze feather over my cheeks. I squinted against the light and sat up, rubbing my eyes with my stone cold hands. My body ached and my muscles were stiff from the rough night's sleep. I stretched my arms towards the ceiling and felt my tense body relax slightly. I glanced at the clock beside me and realised the time. I was going to be late on my first day. Grabbing the covers and ripping them away, I rushed around the room.

It was the first day of school; my first day in my last year if school and I was already dreading it. Just the thought of dealing with snotty teenagers and nagging teachers made me want to slam my head in a car door.

Rubbing my eyes again sleepily, I staggered out of my bedroom and headed into the bathroom that connected. I looked into the mirror and stepped back slightly. My hair was a frizzy mess and stuck up in all directions, bags laid underneath my eyes, and my pale lips were cracked and dry.

What a pleasant thing to wake up to, I thought.

I stripped off my pyjamas and stepped under the hot water in the shower cubicle. After scrubbing and taming my hair, I got dressed and made my hair flow down past my shoulders, letting the air dry it - a mistake I make every morning as my hair turns into a big ball of fluff later on - and then left the room.

I entered the kitchen, spotting my father by the toaster mumbling obscenities under his breath as he pulled out a piece of charcoal black bread. The room smelled of bitter smoke and I recoiled at the horrible scent, waving my hands in front of my nose to rid the smell that lurked around my nostrils.

"Bloody toast," Dad cursed under his breath. I chuckled at the situation, causing him to turn his head towards me. "Don't laugh at me, it's harder than it looks."

I gave him a light-hearted smile and walked over to the fridge, grabbing two slices of bread from the packet and dropping them into the toaster. Dad was never good at making things, especially food. He always left that to my mother. Although, even I could manage to make toast, so I guess it was a good thing my mother was in charge of the kitchen. Lately, though, he had been working extra hard to cook good meals for me. And despite his cooking skills still not improving, I would never tell him. I can tell he wants to keep up her standards.

"Thanks Skye. Do me a favour and push me into my office, would you? My arms are tired." Dad flopped his long arms to the side of the big wheels of his chair.

I nodded, standing behind his chair and wheeling him towards his office. I stopped at a glass door that showed his dark brown desk, which almost completely buried in paperwork. I shook my head at the sight of my father's office. 

Opening the door, I wheeled him behind the desk. "You better get to school. You don't want to be late for your first day back."

As much as I wanted to crawl back into bed and forget about the world, he was right. I needed to keep up my grades if I wanted to get into a university. I wanted to get a good job so I could help dad out financially. I know he's struggling.

"Okay. Do you want me to pick up anything on the way home?" I asked him.

"No, thank you."

I said goodbye and left the house. Stepping out into the harsh cold that bit at my nose, I headed down the path to school. A frosty mist escaped my mouth as I exhaled. It was an unusually cold morning, even though it was the start of spring.