"Mutation. It is the key to our evolution. It is how we have evolved from a single celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evol...
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Ow!
Something jolts me awake. A sudden, unexpected prick on the top of my skull. It's like an itch, something I have to touch, something I need to get rid of. However, my drunk-like sleep state halts me from moving my arm to raise, to brush against my forehead. A faint groan escapes my lips. My try at a plea to stop this something fails. But as quick as this something came, it disappeared.
My eyes flutter open, I'm looking at the roof of my bed room. The white ceiling smiles down at me, beckoning me to rise and shine. I don't, however, not at first. I do what I do every morning, roll on my side and curl my arm under my head in a more comfortable position, an attempt to avoid the inevitable rise and shine.
A short fragment of time passes before the jolt from before returns, but this time harder and more abrupt than before. My back is hit, only to knock me over on my stomach. I feel the shape of a hand that pushed into my back. My face presses against my bed, a groan ripping from the back of my throat.
I finally sit up, and speak, "what?"
My sister, Bree, stands at the side of my bed, a smirk tugging on her lips. Her eyes glaze over my tired expression, she is fully clothed, not a touch of exhaustion on her face. Her body is hugged by her olive green sundress she decided on wearing this morning, her brown booties on her feet. She grins, chewing on the cranberry she just placed in her mouth, similar to the one she had threw on my forehead moments ago. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're coming down with something."
I yawn, sitting up to lean against my bed post. The cranberry she threw at me before is stuck to my hair like a magnet. "Uh huh, why do you say that?" I manage to fish out the small cranberry and toss it in my trash can.
Bree sighs, turning away from me, her olive green dress fanning out while she twirled slightly in the direction of my bedroom door. "Because you're late," her head nods towards my alarm clock on my counter. "And you're never late."
Her words were like setting my hand on top of a stove. My heart thumps hard against my chest, the adrenaline shooting through my veins. She's kidding. She has to be kidding. I am not late. She's right, I'm never late. And I am not going to be late today. I go to my alarm clock for evidence, to make sure that my sister was simply pulling my leg.
The illuminated digits on my clock don't lie. I am late. Or, I will be if I don't hurry.
"Oh, shit..!" I scream from the back of my throat while I dash into my closet, throwing down the outfit I had hung up the prior night. "Uh, is- is Scarlet ready?" I manage to ask Bree while I rush over to my dresser, yanking out a fresh set of underwear for the day.
"Yep," Bree nods her head, placing a hand in front of her mouth to keep from laughing at my rushed state. "She's downstairs making breakfast, want me to put in a rush order?" She laughs out her question.
