I wake up to the sound of my alarm, going off. I groan and see that it's six o' clock in the morning. I slowly got out of bed, with my pink, warm, fuzzy comforter wrapped around my shoulders; did I mention, I love the color pink? I kicked the door open, with my foot, and entered the lavender and turquoise themed washroom.
I take one final look at myself in the washroom mirror. Today, I pulled back my waist length, light brown hair, into a sleek bun that sat on top of my head. I wore black joggers and a Nirvana t-shirt underneath my black lulu lemon sweater. On my feet, I wore my favorite pair of black Nikes, and my favorite black and white, Adidas socks. I still wasn't satisfied, so I put on a black tattooed choker, for an extra touch.
"Lana! The school bus is here! Hurry up!" My mom yelled from downstairs.
"I'm coming mom!" I yelled back.
I ran downstairs to grab an apple for breakfast, and my bag for "school". I was about to run out the door, when my mom grabbed my arm.
"Hey. What happened to your eyes?" My mom wondered.
"What do you mean?" I answered defensively.
"Your eyes." She repeated. "They were always brown, but now their green."
"Oh. Um." I scratched the back of my neck nervously. "I saw this thing online, on how you can change your eye color. So I decided to try it last night."
"Why do you want to change your eye color?" My mom asked.
"Mom, I always thought brown was boring. Almost everybody has brown eyes. I just wanted a more interesting eye color. Can I go now?" I explained hesitantly.
"Yeah, sure. Have a nice day sweetie." She smiled, but I knew it was fake. I wonder why she's so sad. I just changed my eye color, no big deal.
There is a black bus waiting for me at the front of my house. The bus was all black, and had the words school spray painted in white on the front. The bus was from the organization. The bus is for the younger people who work at the organization, the reason the bus says school at the front is to trick the parents, thinking that it's a special school bus for extracurricular activities.
The doors open, as I step on the bus, I'm greeted by the bus driver.
"Hey Lana!"
"Hey Clint."
"How are you this fine morning?"
"Good."
That's how our conversations usually go. I walk to the back of the bus, and sit in my usual seat. I stare at the window beside me, watching the scenery go by. I pop in my earbuds and listen to my favorite band; Nirvana.
The video at the top is Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana.... one of my favorite songs by them
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The Hidden Organization
AdventureMy name is Lana, I've been working at The Hidden Organization, for a couple of years. This is my fourth year working there. We get one new recruit every year. The reason why we call it The Hidden Organization is because no one knows about it, except...
