The Battle To Survive

The Day Of The Test

I shift in my sleep and roll over onto my side. I feel the foggy presence in my mind begin to dissipate and is instead replaced by a thought. Today. Today is the day. The test. I feel a little sick in my stomach but I push the feeling away.

I groan quietly and open my eyes. I am greeted with a view of my messy room. The chocolate brown carpet is barely seen underneath the mounds of my clothes that I had carelessly thrown to the ground. My white door is plastered with pictures of my family, friends and I.

In the left hand corner of my room sits my wooden desk. Papers litter it's rough surface and in the centre sits my white laptop. Pen pots, erasers, staplers, colouring pens and sticky tape dispensers are all spaced apart randomly on my desk.

My white chest of draws sits against the wall. Clothes flood out of the open draws, some fallen to the carpet. Basically my room looks like a whirlwind of clothes and black cat fur just swept through it.

I sigh and force myself to sit up in my bed. The white sheets shift around me. I look at my room and I hope that Mum doesn't walk in and see this.

Then she walks in. Dammit!

Her light brown hair is slightly curly and reaches down to her waist. She is wearing a dark green dress with long sleeves and black lace at the neck line. It reaches down to above her ankles. Looks like she is ready for the day.

I watch from my bed as she freezes in the doorway. Her stressed orange eyes turn to a dark red as she scans my room in silence. Calm before the storm and trust me, there won't be any rainbow afterwards.

"Arda Alethea! What have you been doing to your room? It looks like a wild lenum ( a boar bull hybrid) just ran in and threw all your clothes about!", she exclaims, throwing her hands about in frustration.

"Well would you believe me if I said that that's what happened?", I reply already knowing the answer.

Her eyes darken to a deeper red and I immediately wish I hadn't been cheeky. She's clearly stressed about today.

"No I'm not THAT stupid! Now clean this up and take a shower. Then get onto your combat clothes and come down for breakfast."

I nod and her eyes fade into a dull orange, indicating she is stressed. She turns and walks out the door, closing it behind her with a soft click.

I rub a calloused hand down my face before letting it fall into my lap. I wait for a few seconds before I place my hands on the soft bed and heave my legs over the side of the it. They touch the fluffy carpet and I put my body weight on my solid feet.

I pull myself up off the bed and walk towards my huge window. I live on the second floor of our house and I have a window looking out at the ocean in the distance.

Last night I left the blind up. Now I place my hands on the window sill and stare out at the grey-blue water bobbing around with slight waves. A calm feeling fills me as I watch memorised at the movement of the ocean.

After a minute I blink rapidly and walk towards another white door joining a small bathroom to my bedroom. Due to my Dad's job in the nation's government we get a good amount of money. Our house is bigger and with some extended areas.

I open the door and shut it behind me. Inside the bathroom it's all white and grey. A rounded white sink set in a milky coloured marble surface, that shines in the sunlight filtering through a small window on the opposite wall. A clean mirror that reflects the room and myself. A hand towel in a dark grey. A white, deep bath tub shielded by a glass screen.
A glass box that is my shower. The head in the shape of an overlarge oval.