The girl was woken up by the irritating and continuous ringing of the alarm clock. She had only slept for like ten minutes and now this stupid alarm clock is waking her up. Because of rage, her eyes flared purple and the alarm clock burst into purple flames. After the ringing noise vanished, she calmed down and rolled off her bed, and landing perfectly on her feet. She steadied herself and walked to the window, pushing the dark curtain aside. It’s already dawn. 5:30 A.M. She have an hour to prepare herself and half an hour for travelling to Death City.
She took a bath and soaked her body with the lukewarm water pouring down the shower. She then lathered her hair with jasmine-scented shampoo and conditioner. She let the water run down her neck to her feet, then, she rubbed the vanilla-scented soap down her body. After that, she let the bubbles run down her body as the water from the shower rinsed it all away. She walked out of the bathroom once the shampoo and soap were all gone and dried herself up.
The girl walked to her cabinet and opened it. The only things that are left are her under wears (of course), a pair of black denim short shorts, her sleeveless silver-colored shirt with a black necktie on, a black leather jacket, and her silver metal boots. She put all of it on and looked at herself in front of the mirror. The black leather jacket made her fair skin pale. Her blonde hair now also looks a little lighter. She wore her silver jewelries and walked downstairs, carrying her huge travelling bags.
She got greeted by her mother. “Good morning. I prepared some strawberry cookies and a glass of milk for you.” The girl carefully dropped her bags to the floor and sat in front of the dining table.
“Mom? Where are you going?” The girl asked, eyeing her mom’s formal attire.
“Of course, I’ll send you to the train station. Then after that, I’ll attend the meeting – at – about our restaurants and the clients’ complains.” Her mom said. The girl is sure that her mother is lying, based on her stutters. She had lived with her for more than fourteen years. The girl knitted her eyebrows.
“I know you’re lying, mom.”
“Oh, so you’re telling me that I’m a liar, huh?” Her mom said quizzically. Her mother is very furious and strong that nobody had ever tried to irritate her. Except the girl.
“I’ve lived with you for years, mom. I would know if you’re hiding something. You always stutter when something’s wrong.” The girl answered back. Her mother is angered by this. But the mom just sighed in exasperation and looked at her daughter. “Let’s not talk about this. You need to brush your hair first before I send you to the train station.” Her mother said. The girl wanted to protest and ask about the formal attire, but, her mom’s tone is final. She just continued to munch on her cookies.
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A Witch and an Artisan
FantasyA combination of DGray Man and Soul Eater. There was this girl, the only artisan, and at the same time, a witch. She meets up with a lot of people and face some challenges as she goes to Death Academy. She and her all powerful friends will join forc...
