Superstitions (Rewrite)

Chapter 1: Making a Decision

A.N. Alright, guys, here is the promised rewrite. Tell me your opinion on that one.

"Daniel James Fenton, if you don't wake up I'll splash a bucket of water on you!"

The named teen jumped on his bed out of surprise and hit the wooden beam above his head. Danny hissed in pain and rubbed his sore place, cursing that damn decorative mistake for god knows what time. There sure would be a bump on his forehead. Again. The boy opened his eyes, revealing two ice blue orbs. Slowly rolling around on a straw stuffed matress and avoiding hitting the same beam twice, Danny got into sitting position on his bed.

The boy covered his mouth to hide his yawn and stretched his muscles a bit. Then he got up from the bed and walked to a small shelf where his clothes were laying. First Danny put on the dirty gray linen braies, a white tunic, which he kept close to his waist by using thin brown belt. Personally the boy thought that the tunic could use a few additions, maybe a red circle on the chest or something like that. A real torture worthy of the Inquisition was putting the brown leather boots on his bare feet. Well, at least his family could afford to purchase several pairs, one for each member. They were rather new, but the intention was to keep them for years.

Running a hand through his raven spiky hair, Danny took a brief look on his room. It wasn't exactly spacey, eight square meters. Fentons couldn't be called rich, but they weren't poor either. Eight square meters were enough, considering that there were three bedrooms in general. Danny's bedroom could fit the bed itself and two shelves, one for clothes and one for the boy's own belongings. The entire furniture was made from the same light brown oak wood. Nothing fancy, but they completed their purpose well.

The boy didn't have time to go through the doorway, when he suddenly saw an obstacle on his way.

"Oh, hey, Mom," Danny said, smiling nervously, "I'm up."

Maddie sighed. "The breakfast is on the table, Danny. Come eat before it cools off."

She was a woman in her late thirties. Except having a few small wrinkles and grayed hair, Maddie didn't look her age at all. She had short brown hair reaching her neck. The mother of the family was wearing a light dress made from wool, dyed in a blue color. It had fine quality, while not being fancy, which showed the status of an average middle class denizens of Northern Europe.

"Alright, I'm going," Danny answered.

When Maddie walked in direction of her room, Danny sighed in relief and went down the corridor in the opposite direction. A few seconds later he flopped on a wooden chair in the main room. In one corner was a white stone stove with a chimney above it. There were several smoking pots and kettles with food, which smelled deliciously. In another corner were stacked multiple pieces of junk: metal, wood, it didn't matter much, the corner would be empty soon. On the table stood several plates with food and a jug, probably with water.

Danny started eating the oat porridge, when he heard a cough nearby. He looked up and noticed that he wasn't alone. Near him was a young nineteen year old woman with long red hair and teal eyes. She was wearing a dress of a similar color as her eyes.

"You will choke if you keep eating like that," the woman crossed her hands.

"Sorry, Jazz," Danny gulped what remained in his mouth. "I'm just hungry."

Jazz huffed, before noticing something. "Where did this scratch come from?" She asked calmly.

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "I...was caught by a dog," he said and pulled the sleeve over the wound.

"I don't want to say that, but I told you that your night adventures may end badly one day."

"Jazz, I'm an adult. Can't I do what I want to?"