It's a new dawn, It's a new day, It's a new life, For me, And I'm feeling good

Prologue

I droning of my alarm informed me it was time to wake up, I pulled my hand out and slammed down the button to stop the ear wrecking sounds of that monotonous ringing. I looked at the red, flashing digital numbers. It was only six thirty am. I decided, this being such an important day and all, I better rise before ten o'clock. Even though I didn't' have to be at the academy until nine, I couldn't bare being late on the first day.

Or any day.

I pulled myself out from the comfort of my warm duvet. My dragged the weight of my body across the vinyl flooring. The squeaking of my feet filled my ears, well it was better than the ringing of my alarm.

I slung a towel across my shoulder and trudged into the en suite bathroom. The black and white tiles were cold against the soles of my feet. I shivered slightly, the temperature of my bedroom was so much warmer than that of this bathroom. I pulled down the blind, making sure no peeping Toms could get a look at my bod while I showered.

The first droplet of water hit my skin. Warm droplets formed steam, condensing against the cool glass of the shower cubicle. If I was in a science mood I could tell you the reasons water condenses, but alas I was not. Maybe another time. I pressed a button and a supply of pink shampoo was deposited on the top of my scalp. I began massaging the liquid into my hair making sure I didn't miss a single strand. I definitely did not want to be smelling on my first day of the Academy. Now, that, would be embarrassing. I then pressed another illuminated button, which shone with a green glow. On doing so, my body was lathered in globs of a pearly white soap. I rubbed the blobs into my skin, the beautiful floral aroma filling my nose. I smiled slightly to myself, loving immersing myself is such glorious scents. The pattering of water went from a pleasant warmth to that of a scolding heat. I curse the water, pushing the red button to stop the downpour of water.

I slid open the door to the chamber of showering, grabbing the towel I left on the radiator. I draped it around my body, covering all of my skin. I rubbed the towel around my skin, drying of the soaking patches. I plodded back to the safety of my bedroom. I opened the doors to my wardrobe, fingering at the soft fabrics of my clothing. I selected a lacy blue shirt, with pearly white buttons and a pair of lilac trousers. I pulled a pair of white socks over my feet and shoved my feet into my converses, the only thing I had to remind me of Earth… Or Terra if you prefer. I checked the silver locket still remained around my neck, inside of it held a picture of my sister Zoë and my dad. It was the last picture of them together before I chose Xandar over Earth. It was moments like this I regretted that choice.

I sat in front of my mirror, pulling the makeup bag out from the draw. I unzipped the glittery bag, pulling out the mascara. I lent my right, dominant, arm on the table. With a steady hand, I placed the mascara wand at the root of my eyelashes. Gently pulling the wand up to the end of my lashes, slightly jarring the wand back and forth to separate the lashes and prevent clumps. Repeating across my eyelashes, making sure to get every lash. My eyes were grey in colour, with gold flecks around the rim of my pupils. My mother said they were unique and beautiful, I just thought they were weird.

Then I got the lipstick out, burgundy wine in colour. I held the tube of lipstick to my lips and carefully applying it within the lines I drew with my lip liner. Starting from the centre of my lips and brush the lipstick outward, filling in all the gaps. Opening my lips and I closed them over the tissue to remove the excess lipstick. My mum said this helps set it in place as well, since when was she an expert in makeup anyway.

I put my golden hoops in the holes were my piercing were. I tied my black wavy locks into a tight bun at the back of my head. I took my bag and walked down the stairs. It was now almost half seven, who knew getting ready took so long?

I came to the small kitchen, illuminated with white pearly, cleanliness. My mother sat at the table, scanning the contents of an old book, I'm pretty sure it was Pride and Prejudge, by Jane Austen. Her favourite.

"Liberty, darling are you nervous?" she asked, looking up at me.

Her bright vibrant green eyes met mine, how on Terra did she maintain such a level of enthusiasm twenty four seven? My eyes were clouded by sleep and exhaustion.

"It's Libby, and I'm fine mum," I mumbled.

I opened the cabinet door, pulling out some nutria fibre cruddy cereal. I poured the gross stuff into a bowl, drowning it in milk. Since joining the Nova Academy I had to start some new health regime. I hated my health regime, honestly I just wanted to eat a bar of chocolate and lie on the sofa. I sat down next to my mum digging into my delicious breakfast. At least it will keep me thin I guess?

"Do you miss Terra?" my mum questioned out of the blue.

My eyes met with hers. I wanted to burst into a fit of tears, sobbing into her shoulder. I wanted to tell her I wanted to go home and be a normal seventeen year old again. Worrying about makeup, boys and exams. Not saving the Galaxy from destruction. Why didn't my dad just marry a librarian? They are so much safer.

"Not really. I miss dad and Zoë though," I admitted.

She nodded understanding were I was coming from. She had spent twenty years away from her children and husband, I guess she got good at this ignoring you emotions thing. I could learn a lot from her.

"I bet you'll make loads of friends. Maybe a boy?" she giggled.

My cheeks burned a bright red, like a beetroot. I hated it when anyone brought up my dating life. My dating experience were few and far between. I wasn't exactly desirable being nerdy and a stickler for rules. Not eye candy for sure. I didn't have the curves to be eye candy.

I finished the last mouthful of the disgusting fibre cereal. I didn't exactly need fibre, I wasn't constipated. I hated this food but if I were to be ready for this training I would have to be in the top physical condition. I rose, it nearly dawning on eight am. I pecked my mum on the cheek, mumbling my goodbyes before walking out of the door.

My eyes were met by various different coloured people, yellow, pink and blue. It was crazy, like watching an episode of Doctor Who. I even believed Time lords were possible now. After finding out about Xandar and my mother being a legendary star policewoman, everything was possible.

Everything.

The people of Xandar were wearing brightly coloured fancy clothes with intricate detail of flowers and other such things. Their hair was jelled high above their hair into loads of crazy styles. It somewhat reminded me of the Capitol in Hunger Games, minus the Totalitarianism regime and the evil child slaughtering games.

My eyes caught the look of the beautiful three suns gleaming in the mid-morning day. The beams of my light blinded me but fascinated me all the same. If science nerds could be here right now, I can just imagine all of the asthma attacks and seizures. I could have one myself if I was inoculated.

Nova Academy was a large glass building that stood proudly in the centre of Xandar. The glass was the colours of the Nova Uniform, yellow, black and red. I breathed in deeply, before pushing open the door to the training ground.

"Name," the receptionist bellowed.

I expected more politeness or at least a little hello. But no we were shoved straight into the legal documenting of our existence. Fun.

"Liberty Genevieve Williams," I stated.

The woman with bright purple eyes nodded, scribbling something down onto the notepad she clutched tightly to herself.

"Age," she asked.

"Seventeen," I replied.

Again she took to the notebook, writing down this factor onto my sheet. She pointed me in the direction of the right, telling me to hurry along. It appeared my peers had already arrived.

I stood next to me stood a boy shorter than I was. I stood at 5'9 feet so I guessed he was about 5'5 or maybe 5'6 at the most. He had dark tanned skin with no blemishes on his face. I was jealous of that, luckily today though the spots decided to go away. He had deep abyssal blue eyes that sparkled in the day light. Also ruffled black hair that was way too glossy for a guy. He was quite cute, I guess.

"Sam Alexander," he introduced himself.

"Liberty Williams," I grinned, shaking his hand.

Our mumbled of conversation was silenced by Nova Prime. She was an elderly woman, her blonde hair tied into one of those fancy hairdos. Three sections of her hair was pinned to the front and the rest clipped back.

"I am Irani Rael, Nova Prime. Welcome students, to the most prestigious school in the whole of the galaxy, Nova Academy. You will learn to excel at the academic side of life as well as the physical. While doing so you shall make the tightest bonds of all, war companions. At the end of your training you shall be a Nova Corp. Any Questions?" she explained.

And there was not one hand that was not raised.

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