Twisted Fate

Chapter One: New Beginnings and New Meetings

Hello. ^_^ This is my first work. Not only in Wattpad but in all entirety. Hope you enjoy.

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•••••••• A few years later. Anna, a highschool senior. Jack, stuck at jail•••••••

The slow soothing breeze of dawn flows through the crack of the half open window and washes over my form. Shivering a little I try to not open my eyes in an attempt to go back to sleep but another wave of cool wind hits me and wakes me up to a breathtaking view of the sunrise, as the woodsy smell invades my nose with full capacity I realize that sleep has betrayed me for the rest of the day but I close my eyes anyways. It's 5:30 for crying out loud. How can a person function with only 4 hours of sleep? My insomnia seems to be getting worse, and here I thought I was finally recovering from this irritating condition, but I guess it's back to the pills for me.

*TRING* *TRING*

The 6:30 alarm finally infuses enough energy into me to let my lazy ass slide underneath the comforter and slither out the other side but not before having to question if I could get away with ditching today's schedule but eventually decide against it as I suspect today is going to be a very busy day.

As I go through my morning self cleaning regiment including a tolerable cold shower a faint ding sounds from my phone. Hmm, must be a message.

Time for dress up. Sliding into the baggy clothes and a big round pair of spectacles I stand in front of the mirror to asses myself. Hmm, maybe I should also add a lightning scar on my forehead. Laughing on my own joke I do a serious check on my outfit. A perfect 'nerd facade' it is. After applying some concealer on the bruises from my bout yesterday I grab my backpack and a beanie as I make my way downstairs while sliding out my second, modified 80's era flip phone. Ah, it's Aline. A delight indeed.

Aline: Good Morning, leader. The event's location has been finally received and decoded.

I land with a thud after skipping the last step on the stairs. The stairs descend to face a white washed wall, on the left of which lay the drawing room equipped with a 'glued-to-the-wall' TV, a comfy L-shaped couch facing the TV and a sliding door on the far end of the room which leads to the backyard and on the right lies the grandeur kitchen, six stools in front of the counter, a small couch on the opposite end of the kitchen, a rack to hold shoes which rests beside the couch and the front door. I make my way to the beautiful kitchen as my footsteps echo in the silent house. Striding over to the high end cabinets I stand on my tiptoes to reach for the cereals. A surprise. I'm getting taller.

People always seem to argue whether it's milk first or cereal. Doesn't matter much to me. It all ends up into a ball of chyme into our stomach anyway you take it, no? But something on which I may agree in, is that Chocos has become outdated for me. Stirring the bowl of Chocos I use the uncapped marker swinging from atop the fridge by the thin thread to note down a reminder on the growing grocery list. Get, a, new, cereal. Having at least one's meal in peace is something I've come to enjoy much and appreciate having the luxury to do. It proves to be beneficial, especially important, for individuals with hectic schedules like myself.

As I look around I am reminded of how depressingly quiet the house really is. Scanning the hallway my vision overlays with memories, good and happy memories. Memories of a-once loving family, now lost. A bittersweet smile plays on my lips as I get up to do the chores that no one else will. Well it's not like I do all the chores but I needed to at least do what I can. Mrs. Laine, my helping hand, does all she can to keep this castle of a house clean and I appreciate her very much for that but being the ideal child that I am, I follow my parent's lessons. More so now that they're not here to supervise if I am following through with their lectures on cleanliness or not. Is this sarcasm you ask? Maybe.