Down Under

Prologue

As daybreak broke through the attic window, the girl sat up stretching out her arms and legs. Looking over to a broken clock, she sighed "June 6th, 3006. 6 p.m." The devils number. She always woke up at exactly this time, no earlier, no later, just right on the dot. She typically stayed up at night so get relaxation without sleeping. Sleeping was a way for time to fly by and she wanted to savor every moment she had when she was alone, away from her parents.

Her parents were abusive, she was forced to live a fake happy life without knowing why her parents hated her so much. She cried knowing how it only made her parents hurt her more but she couldn't help it. That's when she decided. She was going to run. She was going to pack her bags and sneak out, not even leaving the slightest hint of where she was going because she most certainly did not want to be found. She put on a fresh pair of black jeans and a grey tank-top, pulling on a dark green jacket and pulled the hood over her bright platinum hair to avoid suspicious looks if there were any. Picking up a dark purple bag, stuffing clothes and food inside, she grabbed her pocket knife and skateboard while slipping on an old pair of high-tops, she climbed out the window without making a sound.

After walking so far, she rode her skateboard a few miles down a abandoned road leading up to an old building that burned down years ago only for it to be forgotten and surrounded by forestry. After reaching her destination she climbed up the stairs to the very top leading to a door, opening it she waved her hand up in front of her face, shielding a blinding light that broke out before her. The sun was rising and she just barely made it up to the roof to see it, just as expected. The thing she didn't expect was that she wasn't alone. "Well if it isn't Amora Rosemore?" A sly hushed tone said behind her.