The Titan Trials

Chapter 1: Pilot

I start every morning the same way. Get outta bed, and get into the shower. I shower in the morning, unlike my friends, because of my mom's weird schedule.

Ah, before I begin, I should introduce myself. My name is Kristin Opportune. I'm a fifteen-year-old teenager, and I just started my summer break, officially. I just got outta summer school (finally), and I can't wait to get started on all the relaxing that needs to be done. That and hanging out with my friends too, of course.

After my shower, I get dressed. As I move past my mirror in my room, I catch a glimpse at my reflection. I have a tanned complexion with wavy shoulder-length hair and sky blue eyes. I have poor vision, so I need glasses, but normally I'll wear contacts. My primary facial features are defined by a slightly sharp jawline and cheekbones. A circular scar is positioned over my left temple. Unfortunately, small amounts of acne dot some areas of my face (one of the woes of being a teenager, I suppose). Almost always a crucifix hangs from my neck, signifying and reminding me of my faith at all times. I have been told that I have a stronger faith than most my age. One of my very few positive characteristics.

Finally I venture downstairs into the kitchen and produce my favourite breakfast dish from the freezer: waffles. Since I can't cook, I always have to settle for toaster waffles. My cat, Stripes, rubs along my legs in greeting as I put my waffles in the toaster. "Mornin', kitty." I acknowledge her attention to my legs as I try to shuffle around her back to the fridge. She answers with a short 'prr!' and scampers away. As I produce the juice from the fridge and put the waffle box back in the freezer, mom comes down the stairs.

"Morning, Kristin. Sleep well?" she asks me.

"Mhm." I respond, pouring juice into a glass.

"That's good. Listen, I've got a meeting to go to later today, so how about we go for a walk after breakfast, and before it gets too hot?" She suggests. I groan in slight disinterest. I do plenty of walking already in my life, walking for the sake of walking seems illogical.

"C'mon, Kris." Mom urges. "You need some excersise. We'll just go around the city block, okay?"

"Fine, mom. I was just wanting to se if Ciannah wanted to hang out today, you know, before she leaves for the cottage for a week?"

"You'll have plenty of time to ask her after. Come on! The sooner we leave, the sooner we'll be back."

The walk came and went. Nothing really important happened during the walk; that's why I'm basically leaving it out. With my iPod in my ear, it went by pretty quick. By the time I had jumped back into the shower, put on a fresh outfit, and had lunch, I went back to my iPod and messaged Ciannah.

Me: Hey. Wanna hang out today beofre you leave to go to your cottage?"

Ciannah: Yeah sure. What time?

Me: Is now okay?

Ciannah: Yeah, I just gotta get dressed. Where do you wanna meet?

Me: Rochester Park?

Ciannah: Ok. I'll be down in 20 mins.

I stuff my iPod into my pocket and grab my shoes. I'm out the door pretty quick, but my mom stops me. "Hey! Where are you going?"

"Rochester Park. I'm meeting Ciannah there." I answer hurriedly.

"Okay. I'm going off to my meeting now. I don't know when I'll be back, but before dinner. You be home for dinner too, okay?" She informs me.

"Sure mom. See ya later."

That was a bit of wasted time. I guess it couldn't be helped. I took my key to the house with me, so I wouldn't get locked out anyway. I quicken my pace as I cut across Barkon Park to get to the other side of the block. I cross the street at the intersection and walk all the way down Rochester Ave, until I get to Rochester Park. Except, I don't get all the way to Rochester. "Hey, Kristin!" I hear Ciannah's voice from down the road. This has been happening lately. Guess we're just a bit in sync that way.