The day had started out like any other normal day. I woke up at 6:15 to the blaring of my alarm clock, telling me it was time to get up and get ready for school. Rolling out of bed, I walked to my dresser and slammed my hand over the wretched device, before trudging out of my room and down the hallway to the bathroom. As I was stripping my pajamas off for my morning shower, I caught my reflection in the mirror and grimaced at what I saw. My blonde hair that had recently been cut off into a short pixie style, was sticking up everywhere, my green eyes were glazed and red from sleep, and my pale skin had my freckles sticking out more than usual. Ugh was all that passed through my mind before I hopped in the shower and let the water wash away my morning grogginess.
Thirty minutes later I was washed, dressed, and rubbing my hair with a towel to dry it faster. Those were the upsides to having such short hair, and never having to do it was one of them. When I felt it was dry enough, I walked over to my vanity and studied my face again. My eyes no longer looked glassy and red, and my skin had its normal, healthy color back. I always looked like the dead when I woke up; it was just something that was unavoidable for all girls. I chuckled slightly, before pulling out my mascara and apply a light coat, along with black eyeliner and Chap Stick, before standing up and grabbing a knit beanie out of my closet and tugging it on my head.
"CHRISTINA MARIELLA NAZAROV YOU GET YOUR LITTLE BUTT DOWN HERE AND EAT SOME BREAKFAST!" My father's voice boomed throughout the house, causing a smile to light up my face. My father always sounded so serious, and sometimes it was just too much, like when he is telling me I need to eat breakfast. I giggled slightly and started towards my door, stopping only for a minute to take in my appearance. I was wearing black skinny jeans, an oversized white "Glamour Kills" off the shoulder top, some combat boots my dad had bought me, and my knit beanie. I smiled at myself then scowled when my slightly crooked two front teeth stared back at me, before I headed downstairs to greet my father for the morning.
The second I stepped into the kitchen the delicious smell of strawberry pancakes slapped me in the face like a ton of bricks. My mouth instantly watered and I practically threw myself onto one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter, a smile plastered across my face as I looked at my father expectantly.
"Good morning, Officer Nazarov." I stated in a deep voice with a mock solute, before allowing a sloppy grin to slide back onto my face. My dad chuckled and slid a plate full of pancakes my way, before he sat down next to me with his own. "So," I said, my mouth full of pancake, not caring about table manners in front of my father, "are you guys still working on the case with the missing girl?"
My father raised one of his dark eyebrows, before he just shrugged and started eating. I took in his appearance and noticed there were more wrinkles in his face that before. My father is a handsome man with dark hair and green eyes, a tan complexion from being out on the job for so many years. He had worked in the police force for twenty some years, but I had never seen a case take this heavy of a toll on him before. Maybe it was because the that girl had gone missing was so close to me in age, who knows? My silent musings were interrupted when my father spoke, never looking up from his plate of pancakes.
"So, Chris, how has school been going for you this year? I mean, I know it's your last year and everything, so I want to make sure everything goes smoothly. No one's bugging you, are they?" he asked, his voice a deep grumble. I snorted in response, which cause him to look up at me and raise an eyebrow.
"Like anybody's going to screw with a cops daughter geeze dad. And yeah this year is going pretty good. I'm kind of glad I took easier classes than usual but who knows, it's only September, anything can happen." I smile cheerily, before finishing my pancakes and putting my plate in the sink. As I walked past my dad, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and grabbed my truck keys off the counter. "Love you! Be safe today!" I called as I walked out the door and into the brisk Montana weather.
YOU ARE READING
The Veil
ParanormalChristina Nazarov has lived a pretty normal life for 17 years. With her father being on the police force and living in a small Montanan town, life is good. Happy. Normal. That all changes when she meets the dead girl. Soon Christina is charted off t...