It was pouring by the time night fell.
A blinding flash lit the darkened sky, shattering the world with its brilliant light. The sky was shaking and the vibrations were becoming more violent.
A young schoolgirl, maybe around the age of seventeen, raced down the empty streets of New Jersey, a backpack in one hand and a notebook in the other.
Her feet narrowly avoided puddles that were scattered all over the street.
The wind whipped her long hair all over the place, making it quite difficult to see. She kept brushing back her hair with her hand that held the notebook before shoving it back into her coat where she held it tight. Obviously she didn't want it getting wet.
Her hair was flattened and bunched together by the rain, but that didn't make it any easier to see. Even if her hair stuck to her neck, not going anywhere near her face, rainwater stung her eyes as droplets flew into her face. Her vision was blurred and a few tears went astray, rolling down her already wet cheeks.
By this time, the girl didn't care if her shoes got wet and muddy. She didn't care if her clothes got drenched thanks to the heavy rainfall, which might I add, was extremely cold. She didn't care if her notebook's leather cover got a bit of water on it.
All she did care about was getting back to the safety of her apartment in one piece. Let's just say that it took a lot of effort to be able to pull through the rain and hail before literally crawling up the front steps of the apartment's front porch.
It didn't help that the wind slowed her down. Let alone threaten to send her flying in any direction but forward.
I'm already late as it is! Can Mother Nature just take it down a notch?
Panting and exhausted, the girl heaved herself up the last few steps before yanking open the glass door without hesitation. She shut it behind her, abruptly blocking out the sounds of the wind whistling.
Water dripped from the rim of her coat and onto the white tiles, now slightly stained with mud.
The light reflected off the walls and floor, blinding the girl momentarily. She blinked a couple of times, letting her eyes adjust to the brightness of the hallway.
The light was only this bright until the fourth door along.
The girl still stood by the door, frozen to the spot. Raindrops glistened in her hair, giving the illusion of crystals. Or maybe even stars due to her hair colour.
However, she was damp, cold and shivering harshly. The fact that it was mid Winter and that the heaters weren't working contributed to this.
Great.
Her trainers squeaked as she walked along the dimly lit corridor towards the staircase at the end.
She wasn't in the mood to climb tow flights of stairs. If she had a choice, she would just plop herself onto the floor and go to sleep.
But she thought against it.
Groaning and aching, the adolescent reached the third floor and dragged herself to door 25. She fumbled around with her keys; her hands shaking so much that she could barely shove the key into the lock.
The tired teen stumbled into her apartment and quietly shut the door behind her. She was greeted with a blast of heat and a strong smell of apples.
She let the warmth of the apartment take over her as she walked down the hallway and into the living room.
"Helena?" The girl heard her name being called from the kitchen and sauntered towards the voice.
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A/N:
So? What did you guys think of the first chapter?
It isn't much, I know and it is quite short, I admit. But they are going to be longer in the future. Just wanted to have, I dunno, a starter?
Anyway, tell me how it is and how I should improve it.
Byeeee :)
- Melodic Flame <3
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