Shadow

Chapter One

Chapter ONE

I snapped back to reality, realizing that my alarm had woke me up. I sighed in disbelief then shut it for good. I got up noticing some of my stuffed toys were scattered on the floor. They were supposed to be at the right side of my bed, leaning against the wall, yet there they are. . . lying on the floor.

"Did I had that dream again?" I muttered to myself. Everytime I am having that dream, I never get used to it. In each encounter I had with that girl, by the time I wake up, I have completely forgotten about her face and yet I fully remember the dream. The scenario. The place. . .

" Amalia! Get your fucking ass in the bathroom! It's already quarter to six, for Pete's sake." That was my father, yelling early in the morning.  I glanced at my phone and its just 5:00 am. Really? If they are going to lie about the time just to make me move faster, they should put up a reasonable front. Also, I don't think its for Pete's sake, its for your OWN sake for crying out loud. And also, will you please stop calling me by that name. Sigh. anyways. . . Knowing that my father's anger is just the first blow of what's about to happen, I took my towel and rushed into the bathroom. I have finished taking a bath and have cleansed my mind as well. Spending thirty minutes in the shower gave me the soothing feeling until someone banged the door. It was my mom. "Hurry up Slowpoke! You've spent an hour in that bathroom!" Seriously, whats with you people? They tend to overreact at things, putting all the pressure in me. I went inside my room, ignoring all of their loud noises that makes my eardrums explode. I scanned my room for any unpleasant scenarios before I leave. Good thing I did 'coz I had forgotten my phone. I quickly snatched it then took my leave to eat for breakfast.

You wanna know what I had for breakfast.

A hot cup of insults.

A spoonful of sermons.

and lastly,

a bowl of pressure.

Enough for me to start the day. No need to worry. This is just a usual thing.

"Faster pig-shit! I will be late for work!"

"You're not the only one working in this family Asshole!"

"Oh, so now we are comparing our jobs, is that it!?"

"Well I ain't the one who is insecured here."

Just.A.Usual.Day.For.Amalie.

Sigh.

Ohh... sorry I have forgotten to introduced myself.

My preferred name is Amalie Faust. I am thirteen years old. A freshmen at Holy Schattens Academy. I have long wavy hair which is dark brown in color. I have sharp crimson eyes which made me look intimidating and hard to approach by others. I ain't that tall but I ain't that short. Get that?
I appear to be the serious type who doesn't have time for fun. I also tend to overreact at things just like my parents. I appear to be studious. Always have a book at the tip of my nose. I tend to foresee things in another way. Always have to be the one who cuts the fun out in class, making me land into the position of Ms. Boring-Get-Your-Own-Life.

Enough with the chitchat and lets proceed.

I am the early bird in school, not because I like school and the people in it ( trust me, its the other way around) its because that is the only time I get to spend whole day, thinking deeply about my life and how it sucks. So we've got the ceremony, welcoming speech and all those expectations and --