I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. Groaning, I hit the snooze button and sat up. Rubbing my eyes I looked at the time and cursed. It was 10:30 am and I was very late to school. Panicking, I rushed getting dressed. Putting on my black dress, put beautiful silver/gold hair into a messy braid, then stepped into my black flats.
Running down the stairs, I knocked over my father saying,"Shoot I'm late for school!"
He chuckled and shoot his head, letting me pass this one time. I continue to race down the steps, grabbing my bag on the way out until my mom screamed out, "It's Saturday Cheyenne."
I stopped at the door and turned around. Then face palmed at my own stupidity. I walked back to the kitchen and gave my mom a sad look. Then i shook my head and walked to the fridge and looked into it. Grabbing some OJ and an English Muffin then walked to the kitchen table.
I sat down and took a bite of the muffin and chewed. Then took a sip of the OJ and thought. Then I took another bite of the muffin. Swallowing, I looked to my mom and asked, " Why did you not wake me up? I thought we had to unpack the rest of the stuff."
Mom looked at me and said, "Honey we already did that. It was only a few boxes so we decided to let you sleep. We did not know if you wanted to help or not."
I sighed and looked at her. Smiling, I shook my head and got up and walked to the stair case. Dad gave me a small smile and handed me my own box. I then raced up the stairs to my room. "Thanks Dad!" I yelled down and closed my door.
Racing to my bed, I plopped down and opened the box and sighed happily. I pulled out some of my books and placed them next to me. Under the books was the memory book I kept.
~~~~~~Flash back provided by Kitty Sebastian~~~~~~
"Mommy why do I have wings?" I asked my mom. Tears streaked down my face as my small wings flapped.
"Honey it just means your special." She told me as she washed them.
I cried then, not knowing what I was and why my mom was being so nice to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback end~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I smiled as I looked down at the book. Sighing, I put the album next to me and set the box on the ground next to the bed. Getting up, I grabbed the books and the album to put them on the shelf. Just to scare myself, I grabbed a horror story off the shelf.
YOU ARE READING
Blood of the Goddess of all the Gods and Godesses
Fantasy"Father." Said the younger version of myself to the glowing figure. My eyes misted at the sight. My younger version then looked at the figure and smiled. ---------*******----------*******-------******----- Cheyenne Amile is not your typical high sc...
