I awake, finding myself being shook violently.
"Wake up Kacey!" shouts my "mum"
I groan, stretching my arms, careful not to slap her in the face. That's when I come to a realisation - it's Monday. There is nothing worse than having to return to school.
"You took longer than usual to wake up." She comments, before ambling out my bedroom door.
My mouth widens to release a yawn, as I shove myself from the bed. The faint smell of smoke lingers in the room, reminding me what I had done last night.
The slight buzzing still haunting my ear from that event - the same sound that had caused me to faint remains.
Some sections of the wall seem different shades of green, and I seem to notice where the light was reflecting around the room.
It must just be because I've just woken up.
Rummaging through my wardrobe I find my uniform and slip into it. Then, I drag a brush through my hair, which causes me to wince with the pain.
My dizziness sends me stumbling out of room, as my hand drags along the wall, guiding me along. The faint buzzing still echoing in the ears, I peer around the hallway, stairs leading to the living room.
A dim bulb flickers in the corner of my eye, sending me forward. I carefully tread each step, watching where my feet fall. I seem to hear a shouting.
"Kacey, come here to see me now!"
I race down no longer watching where I going. I overstep, sending me tumbling down into an untidy heap. Scrambling back up, I race towards the kitchen.
"Yes Mum?" I shout.
"Huh?" she responds, sounding slightly confused.
"You called for me?"
"No. But as you're up now, you can help with breakfast."
"Fab." I say, slightly sarcastically.
As I'm buttering toast my mind begins to wander.
What was that voice?
Could it be linked to that spell?
No, no I can't be. It's normal to hear someone calling you when they're not - right? It's just because I'm really tired. Or I have a migraine coming on.
The food finally complete, I munch on the cereal, while the other children have what I just made. They aren't related to me, they've been fostered.
We're a community of the unwanted.
Waiting for lesson alone is the most awkward of school issues. I pretend to text, trying to look popular and sociable. Honestly I'm always without anybody, I've learned to enjoy it. You'd be surprised how easy it is to kid yourself.
I swear I hear something else...
"Kacey, I'm here for you."
I feel a comforting hand fall upon my shoulder. I scream, running backwards to the opposite side of the school.
"Are you okay Kacey?" Questions my teacher, looking concerned.
"I'm, I'm fine, thanks Miss." I stutter.
"Come in then - you're early."
I step inside, hit by the strong scent of lavender, and a wave of warmth. I drag out my chair, and plonk myself down.
"Can I borrow a pen?" I ask, awkwardly.
"Here."
A pen is passed to me, which I gladly accept as I clasp it in my hand.
"Thank you, Miss." I say, gratefully.
"That's alright. Talk to me if you ever need to."
"Cheers."
Ha! As if I'd ever be stupid enough to trust her. She may be kind, but there is something I just don't like about her...
The bell rings as students crowd in, the lesson commences.
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Paranormal-Top place #183- It is said that we can only see and hear 0.1% of the world. That is, unless we open our third eye. When Kacey comes up with the idea to attempt to open her third eye, she feels excited. Finally, a chance to witness more than the or...
