Sunlight streamed through Tori's window , flooding onto her pillow , joining the coffee stains and the chocolate smudges. Her eyes slowly cracked open only to be snapped shut against the glare of the Dublin city sunlight. For once , she wished for the dark clouds and the persistent rain that seemed to so frequently plague the emerald isle. She groaned , s-t-r-etched , contemplated if losing her job was worth it and crawled out of bed.
Shrugging on a gargantuan oversized jumper and old, ratted slippers , tori plodded down the stairs , craving the bitter-sweet taste of coffee. Pouring herself a steaming mug of the thick dark liquid , she collapsed into a chair by the large glass panel that was her apartments wall and stared out at the city , procrastinating on how her day would unfold. She had exactly three hours until her shift at Starbucks , where she would serve yet again more coffee , to people of every shape , size and stature. Despite her seemingly boring job , and her inability to make connections with people , Tori wouldn't have preferred to work anywhere else. She loved her job. She understood that she was the loner there , and she loved that. She didn't have to commit to maintaining healthy friendships, living up to peoples expectations. She could be herself without being criticised by someone who could hurt her. Tori assumed she was alone in this world , and she liked that. She didn't know how wrong she was.
Tipping the last few dregs of cold coffee down her throat , tori checked the time. It was already 8:35am. Her shift was at 11:00am. She threw on her running clothes , which consisted of dark running leggings , a luminous yellow tank top (because safety first) simple white runners and a high ponytail. Always the same , everytime. It was very strange really , she almost had a split personality. On one hand she was a slob. Lazy, unco-ordinated, socially inept and clumsy. But when she ran , she was a whole new person. She was fast , strong, and didn't trip over her feet every five minutes. She loved the run , but she didn't yet understand the risks of running against the wind.
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The Silent Ones
Teen FictionIn the dark , it's easy to believe that the supernatural are possible. That your worst nightmares can and will come true. And unfortunately for tori , the sun just went down.
