Life Awaits

Part 1: Sunset At Dawn

The sky was strange, eerie-like.
It was as if someone had picked up a bizarre yet beautiful sunset and smacked it right in the middle of dawn. Zara wasn't complaining though, it was an incredible sight to see!

      There was an orangish tint covering Zara's small but lovable bedroom, quaint as she liked to call it.

      Something was off though, she could tell. Her books and papers were everywhere on the floor, not that they weren't on the floor normally, they were usually in a tidy stack right by her bed. She hated messes.

      If someone had moved them, how had she not waken up, she was a very light sleeper, she thought to herself. Zara was sure it was Professor Cowlahan, the plump yet incredibly sneaky "watcher", an uneasy term she refers to most professors as. But why, she thought to herself, they usually leave me alone. She picked up her books angrily and set them with the papers, underneath her bed.

      Things were not adding up, she decided to go to the bookcases under the stairs (Those had the best books!) since it was much too early for breakfast, walking through the halls at an early time (Well, early for the others, she was always more of a morning person.) was no easy task. The rotting wood floors on the third floor didn't help either. She slowly creaked her way to the stairs trying to avoid the particularly loud floor panels.

      The stairs were much easier, though she still proceeded with caution. As she was making her way down the last bit of stairs to the second floor, she felt something fall on her head, she looked up and noticed the dust and wood grains fall again as she heard a loud creak. Someone stepped on the loud panels.
      Amateur.
She did also wonder who the bad stepper was, she was sure that whoever that was, woke up from all the noise she was making because she wasn't very good at missing the loud floor panels either. "What a hypocrite I am." She whispered to herself. Just as she awkwardly whispered to herself, she glanced and saw that the bad walker was a boy she noticed moved in just a week ago, this is the first time she's seen him since then. He was in battered old clothes, his shirt was baggy and a worn gray colour, the pants were baggy, but tighter at the ankles, how strange, she thought. His hair was untouched, he most move a lot in his sleep because it was quite messy, cute, but messy. Zara was not a fan of anything messy. She looked at his eyes, a brilliant blue-grey! She noticed she had been staring, hopefully he didn't notice, she thought.

"What?" He asked.

"What?" Zara awkwardly replied.

"Didn't you say something just a second ago?"

Well, yes, she thought to herself, I was just strangely talking to myself like any other normal person, at least he didn't mention the staring.

"No", she said stale-y.

He slightly chuckled to himself and went on his way, letting it go.

Phew, the awkward encounter was over, she quickly made her way down the second set of stairs not caring who hears, just trying to get rid of the embarrassment.

      Just as she made her way around the corner to underneath the stairs, she saw a horrid sight.

      The books were gone.
Zara looked around for at least one sign of a book and as she was doing just that, the new boy had returned.

      "Looking for something?" He asked shyly.
She turned around as quick as she could, she was so hopeful that he was holding at least one book, just like in the movies where the boy asks the girl that same thing he has said just as she's looking for something she really needs.

     Unfortunately, she doesn't live in a movie world, and as she turned around she noticed that he truly was just asking if she really was looking for something.

"Yes, are you?" Zara said ever so stale-y.

"I'm just waiting for breakfast," he rambled shyly.

"Two more hours," she states.

      There was silence as she continued to look for any books.

"I wonder where all the books went," he says, trying to keep the conversation going.

      Zara was in no mood for small talk, she left without saying good bye and stormed back to her room, but insures she didn't slam the door, she didn't want to wake anyone up.

~Author's Note~

Thank you for reading the first chapter/page/part/thing! I hope you liked it! The second one will be out soon with much much more parts to come!
~Bayley