Nagala

Chapter 2: Tears of Agony

                                                            Nagala-Chapter 2: Tears of Agony.

In her bed, Abigail was curled up in a ball on top of her blanket and the morning sun had already risen. The rays beamed through the window pane and kissed the girl on her back, providing warmth that slowly became more noticeable due to her black jacket. She shifted onto her backside and laid her forearm across her eyes, shielding them from the harsh beams. With a soft groan from grogginess, her arm moved off of her eyes and faint bags were evident under them. Suddenly, with her gaze widening, she jolted up into a sitting position and gasped. "Crap, I hope I didn't wake up late." She panicked, rose to her feet, and rushed down the stairs to the first floor. Down the main staircase, she made a sharp turn and opened her parent's door to their bedroom.

Not a single sight of her mother or father. That only made her sigh with relief because she didn't want to hear them screaming at her early this morning. Again, her feet ran out of the room and back up the stairs, all the way up to her room. She rushed to her makeshift closet and pulled out clothes. Today she had school. This is how her life usually worked; go to school on days her parents are gone, get privately tutored on days when they're home, and do chores for them since they're too lazy. She slipped on a tight white sweater that hugged her curves nicely and put on some jeans that had a fancy brown design going down the sides. Her shoes that were put on, seemed rather aged and ripped. Quickly, she tossed a backpack over her shoulder and hurried back down to the main entrance hall.

Those double doors opened with a swift grasp of her hand on their knobs, then she locked it with a twist of her key that was stashed in her pocket. Just before her, was a clear view of the driveway, the rocky path seemed to curve left and right until it reached a rusted gate with vines growing on it. She jogged down the path, trying to be sure not to trip so she wouldn't go to school with scratches. With it being so cold, her panting exhaled white puffs of fog. Caw! A crow's cry sounded from the top of her house, making her jump and turn to face it. "Will you shut up?! Bad enough this mansion's creepy by itself, it doesn't need your help with it!" She angrily spoke in between her pants and went to turn back around. The sounds of crunching dead leaves beneath her feet, chilling wind bellowing, and leafless trees with rickety branches swaying were in the environment during this time of year.

The moment she got up to the gate, she placed her hands in the middle and pushed them open with ease before slipping through. Now there she was, waiting for the bus to come around the corner of the road. Everywhere you'd turn, there would be a tree. So it was obvious that whoever previously owned the house, really loved nature. "I never really thought about the name of Rov's race. I want something good, something...abnormal. Eh whatever, it'll come to me someday." She spoke to no one in particular and looked up at the clear sky, watching white fluffy clouds float by and the sun peeking through them.

It wasn't long until she heard the revving of the bus in the distance. Her head turned to see it coming around the corner. She could see shaded silhouettes hopping around behind the driver and she knew who those were. "Great," she loathed the idea of riding with those two. It made her sigh and groan. "It's bad enough my parents don't even trust me going to school by myself. I suppose though, now that I think about it, it'd be too far away anyway. They won't allow me to get my own car either, not even a bike," she said with a sigh and turned her head to look out the window. "It sure would be nice instead of having to deal with the troublesome teens here..." she added.

With the bus coming to a slow stop, Abigail jogged past the nose of it and went to its other side. Right there was the door and it opened, revealing a chubby man in a teal work shirt and dark blue jeans. His face had black facial hair, a beard, a mustache, and thin hair on his head. You could see some parts of his scalp, because of how thin it was. "Morning," she stated and skipped up the steps, with little to no effort. The driver just nodded his head and didn't say a word.