The X-Men meets Stranger Things in this coming-of-age tale.
I, Nadine Jackson, believe in science and opportunities, not stories out of a comic book.
So as part of a school project, my friends Imogen 'Aria' Zhang, Marco Martinez, James Ryder and I...
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My bangs are completely everywhere.
Dark brown curls hang over my eyes, as I curled in bed, breathing away from the rising sun. My phone—that was once sitting on my stomach—is lying close to my right.
Its cover is as white as snow, the screen remains undamaged, but the battery is currently at twenty percent.
"Fuck, " I whisper to myself. "I had forgotten all about it!"
Quickly, I switched the phone off then placed it on the nightstand.
An excruciating pain pounded on my forehead; smells of cotton and fresh citrus danced around my nostrils—making it hard for me to wake up.
"Ugh, " I moan, rubbing my eyes.
I gathered enough strength to get up from my bed, plant my bare feet on the floor, then let out a tired yawn. Then rubbing my forehead, I glance at Aria, who is sleeping in her top bunk bed.
Dark brown hair covered her entire face as the white sheet draped over her body.
With the exception of Aria's left leg, dangling in front of my face.
"Really?" I grunted, pushing her leg away from me. "Come on, it's time to get up, Aria."
"No, " Aria mumbled.
Her face is buried in thick, white pillows.
"Aria," I say firmly.
"But I don't want to get up." she moaned.
I frown instantly. "Look, do you want the cops to find us, or do you want to leave?"
Exhausted, I waited for Aria to reply until an obnoxious moan came from her lips.
She reluctantly rose her head from the pillow, glides off the bunk bed, and allows the gust of wind to catch her and lower her on the floor.
Wiping the creases from her pants, Aria looked at me then said, "okay, I am up."
"Good, " I smile. "Let's get ready."
*
Handing us unused toothbrushes from Felicia, Aria and I brushed our teeth, washed our faces, then rubbed them against the fresh clean towels hanging from the rack.
Footsteps trod across the wooden floor as Felicia opens the door and greeted us with a warm hello.
Today she is wearing a bright yellow camisole top with a cute mini denim skirt. Felicia wore no shoes—only a pair of gray, fuzzy socks.
As she loaned us some of her clothes, we started to change in the bathroom.
I put on a dark blue crop top with a Nirvana symbol on the center, ripped jeans, socks, and dark brown keds.
