Hannah's Perspective:
The curtains were closed shut on all of the windows in my hut, leaving the room nearly pitch black except for a few beams of light that shone through the exposed cracks. It was a relatively comfortable room to sleep in. It wasn't hot, nor was it cold, but the perfect temperature to just doze off. All seemed relatively nice and cozy. Or, that was until a loud knock sounded from the door. I ignored it and shut my eyes even tighter. I was in that mindset of being half asleep, half awake, but I hoped to fall back under to recover from last night's rendezvous. When the knocking continued, I shouted aloud in a raspy voice, "go away!" For a moment, the knocking stopped. I figured that I was finally left in peace. Suddenly, the door swung open, light pouring into my hut all at once. I hissed as the light shone into my sensitive eyes. Several boys piled into my hut, all screaming and shouting things like "good morning!" and "rise 'n shine, princess!" Quite obnoxious if you ask me. My voice still groggy, I shouted.
"What the hell is going on?!" I raised my hand to cover my eyes and quickly enclosed myself in my blankets like a suit of armor. "Don't you know you can't barge in on a girl? I could've been naked for God's sake!" The boys chuckled as I heard the voice of Brett speak.
"We wouldn't mind," he said cheekily. "You could put on a show for us." Lifting my head above the blanket, I stared daggers into Brett's yellow eyes. I contemplated firing back a sarcastic comment, but I was too tired, and frankly too annoyed, to think of one. "Training starts in fifteen minutes, darling. So why don't ya get up from your cave and get something to eat?" Brett continued. I rubbed my eyes with my closed fists and sighed.
"Mother of—"
"Ah, ah, ah," Brett cut me off. "I don't believe that's how a proper lady would talk now, is it?" My fists tightened even more as I released an annoyed and exhausted groan. Standing up from my bed I began to raise my voice.
"Would it be too much to ask for some privacy?" I spoke through gritted teeth. Acting as though they had no idea they overstepped a boundary, the Lost Boys stepped back towards the door.
"Well, of course. We didn't mean to get all up in your space. We just figured it would be nice to wish you good luck on your first day of training, that's all." I narrowed my eyes. Yeah, sure it was, right after they throw a snake on my bed or something to scare me. I gotta remind myself to make a lock for that door, or I'll never survive here. One by one, the boys fled from my hut, laughing and snickering as they did so. The last one to leave my hut was Felix, the boy with long, shaggy blonde hair and a quite defined scar that was stretched along his face from his brow bone to his chin. We locked eyes for a short, yet uncomfortable moment. It wasn't a hateful, nor friendly glance, but it definitely felt peculiar. Sure, I was probably overanalyzing it, like I always do, but it just gave me a weird and unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. He broke eye contact and left my hut, shutting the door behind him. I rested my eyes and exhaled a heavy sigh. For once, I was actually feeling kind of hungry this morning. I hadn't really eaten breakfast since I got here, but at the moment I felt like it would do me a lot of good.
After I had gotten dressed, I left my hut and walked out toward the fire where there were several baskets sitting on the ground, filled with things like apples and berries. Reaching toward the basket with the apples, I pulled one out, shining it with the bottom of my shirt. The apple's outer skin was a deep crimson red with the early morning sun shining onto its surface. It was so shiny I could see my reflection in it. Looking at myself in the reflection of the apple, I realized that I'm really not a morning person. I looked like a heroin slash meth addict, and not in the cool, gangster way either. Bringing the apple to my lips, I bit into its hard exterior, the sweet smell entering my nose. Raising a brow, I scoffed in surprise. It was a Macintosh red apple. Macintosh's had always been my mom's favorite, though I never particularly cared for them. I like the sweetness of Gala apples, whereas my mom loved the tart taste of Macintosh's, even though you're not really supposed to eat them on their own without cooking them into something. But for some reason, I liked the taste of the apple as I continued to bite into it. It sort of reminded me of home in a strange way.
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Crimson
FanfictionWe've all been told that there's a time that we need to grow up. It seems as though there hasn't been a day where Hannah Williams didn't hear these words. Living with her uncle and cousin, she always felt pressured to be perfect. After getting expel...