Awaking: discovering the true past

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Dislcamer: I do not own any of the mummy movies, but I do own my own Characters created in this story. Please read and review, any constructive criticism welcome.

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The Awakening

Chapter 1

The Beginning

The dry heat had become so unbearable within the last few days: so much so that I needed to keep running my air conditioning just to keep it at seventy degrees; which was still warm, but tollerable. Boy, though I was quite sure my was my electric bill going to be extremely high this month. In combination with the new rolling blackouts I never would have guessed that I would actually be this close to opening my dream night club. Having showered for at least the third time today, just to help keep cool, even stepping outside for a few mintues would make anyone sweat, whether or not they usually did. Drying my hair long white hair, to which I have no clue how I was born with it considering everyone else in my family had brown or light brown/blonde hair. I hang my towel on the back of a kitchen chair, before slowly making my way into my bedroom, which was the coolest in my small apartment.

I was lucky to get such a nice small apartment, for about two hundred a month, it had a alright kitchen, no more than two person sized area, with full working hot and cold water, with the bathroom just off to the side of the pantry, an open spaced living room floor plan, and then my one master bedroom, which fit all my things perfectly. My bed in the center of the room my mirror in the left hand corner and my vanity on the right hand wall next to my closet. Sitting on my vanity chait I would pick up a brush and just softly brush through my hair. Closing my eyes a moment, seeming to gain a vision; it was about to storm, and not just any storm, but a storm that I knew would cause some devastating events to occur, and they were going to snowball fast. Opening my eyes as I finish detangling my hair, standing to my feet, which carried me over towards my bed.

I think to myself as I sits on my bed facing the wall as my legs hang off of the side of the bed: Feeling the cool air of the air conditioner beginning to kick in again, sighing softly as I enjoy the cooler air, taking a deep breath. 'I wonder how on earth that I know what the storm will bring, it could just rain a little and move on, I think I just need some sleep saying things like that will only lead me to question myself about opening the club again.' I think to myself as I shift the blankets down in bed as I drop my night robe revealing my white babydoll lingerie dress, that fell to my mid thigh; being quite blessed in such a way, with a toned hourglass figure, with portionate legs to hips, and hips to bust. Then there is my decently sized tripple D cup size breasts, regardless of the fact my mother is at best a C cup.

I sigh gently as I slip into bed and being getting ready for some much needed rest; gently beginning to allow my body to relax against the soft matress underneath of me. I had been doing so much work, especially since I had decided to leave my parents at sixteen; don't get me wrong I do truly love my family, but I could no longer stay with the extremity of desires for me that they envisioned, besides my eighteenth birthday was coming soon. I wanted to start it off with finally opening up my own night club. While the thoughts in the back of my mind as I continue to run over the never-ending checklist that still has yet to be done. I needed the rest of he chairs delievered and then the lighting has been off and buggy, as well as stocking the kitchen.

Then as I started to relax I hear a tiny cat meow at me as soon as I looked down at the floor I saw him, lightly patting the bed next to me as he is quick to jump up, for such a tiny kitten he continues to surprise me. I had found him wandering the streets of Cairo, Egypt, which is where I moved to quite quickly after leaving my parents, despite the God-awful heat it seemed like the best choice; Especially since it's the last place where my parents wouldn't look for me, anyways he looked like he wouldn't be making it another day if I had just left him there, so I picked him up and brought him home with me about three months ago. Now he's just as healthy looking as I could expect or wish to hope for after getting him to eat and drink after three or four days of struggling with it.