Heilen

Prologue

I slowly wake up to someone, more like something shaking me. I lift my head from my pillow looking around for the source of the vibrations to no avail. That is until I lay my head back down and realize, it's right under me. I throw my pillow away from me looking down with hazy eyes to realize its my phone, and my alarms been going on for 10 minutes.

I hastily jump out of bed shutting off my alarm in the process. I run up to my body mirror to see what I have to work with for the day. Looking right back at me is an average girl around 5'7 with boring dull brown hair and a slim body. Well what can I say maybe the slim fit body isn't all that bad. But what always gets me in the morning is when I look in the mirror, two mismatched eyes look back at me. Not my normal grey ones, no instead there's a green and a hazel one. That no one will ever get to know. Well, no time to dwell over that, I got over it 8 years ago.

I walk through my room into my white en suite to start my morning routine. I reach under my cabinet to get my curling wand and I sit up and plug it in on the counter. As that's heating up I decide to put my contacts in and start my makeup. I go up close to the mirror looking for the slight difference that will tell me where my contacts are. I finally find it after a few minutes and push down on the mirror, the mirror retracts to show a safe full to the brim with my grey contacts. I swear I could live for centuries with how many contacts I have. Now you guys are probably wondering why do I have to wear contacts. My vision is actually perfect, my dad just thought it would be better for me to look more like my brother, So I agreed and went along with it not thinking much of it.

 I grab a set of contacts from the safe and close the mirror back. Sliding the contacts in I look back at my eyes, or my new eyes. The contacts were made so well you couldn't even tell I was wearing them, you didn't see a slight clear rim around me real eye color, no, you just saw Grey. Like my brother I now had striking light grey eyes that held all the light into them with a few streaks of dark grey almost black here and then. I was always jealous of my brother for his eyes, he got our mothers eyes while I got nothing. Me and my brother both resembled more our father than our mother. No One quite knows where my eye colors come from, my mother had piercing grey eyes while my father has a light brown which explains one of my eyes, the green, no clue. Realizing I've been staring at the mirror wasting time I set to do my makeup. I'm a pretty minimal person considering my skin is nice by itself. I simply apply some concealer to hide my eye bags and some mascara to accentuate my grey eyes. By this time my curler was heated so I took the next hour curling my hair. When I looked at my phone the time showed 6:30, I managed to speed up so I wasn't late for anything.

I quickly unplug the curling iron and then walk back into my room. I stop for a moment to appreciate what's in front of me. It's a black and white minimalist room. I have a huge window and a booth under it so I can read next to the window. A white desk in the corner with my laptop on it and a makeup vanity in case I forgot to do it in the bathroom. A huge queen sized bed in the middle filled with pillows that I need to remake later, a dresser filed with anything that can't be hanged up, and lastly my huge walk in closet. This is definitely my favorite house that we have ever lived in. I rush over to my closet to decide what to wear today. 

Sliding my door away I'm brought with the colors of black and white, If you can't tell they are my favorite colors and about the only colors I will be caught in. Except for a few exceptions in a box in the corner of my closet that belonged to my mother. I look around trying to decide what to wear for my first day at this new school. I haven't heard of a strict dress code so I decided to go with my favorite backup outfit of all time. I go around picking up a black stringy crop top that ribbons down, a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, my black converse, and finally my baby, my black leather jacket. I walk out of the closet into my dresser and pick out some black undergarments to go along with my theme of the day and quickly change into them throwing my pajamas into my laundry basket. I grab my backpack, guess what, also black and head my way to the hallway to go back downstairs. As I head out of my room into the hallway I go up to my brothers room and bang the living hell out of it. He's a heavy sleeper and I'm basically his alarm clock. As I'm going to walk away his door swings open with a very unhappy looking Asher.