What Was The World Coming To?
Chapter 1
Bad Day
It was just one of those days, where it wasn't your day. When everything you wanted to go right, went terribly wrong. Nadra DeCaprio, she was having one of those days.
Nadra eyes were piercing green with a speckling of hazelnut; like someone had gotten a hazelnut pencil crayon and coloured over the green. Despite living in California, Nadra kept her skin pale; the kind Victorian girls would kill for. Raven black hair cascading down until her middle back. The tips of her hair curled softly. Her black skinny jeans were old and battered and frankly, they were getting a little bit too tight. Her shirt was a faded teal color and a vneck.
Nadra groaned and flopped on her couch; she kicked off her converse and shoved a pillow in her own face. Why did her life suck so much? Her straight iron had broken this morning, so she couldn't straighten her curly and frizzy mass of hair. Gum got stuck on the bottom of her favourite converse. She was late to class due to the stubborn piece of gum that wouldn't snap in half. She missed her bus to school and her sky train home. Three times.
It just really wasn't her day.
Nadra's parents traveled around the world looking for Ancient cities and treasures, making Nadra quite the rich young lady, and making her house quite….gargantuan.
She grumbled profanities' under her breath and shuffled herself over to her kitchen. Her counter was marble top and her table was glass. The walls were a pastel lime green. Nadra lazily opened the cupboard and knocked down a cup noodle. She put tap water in the kettle and opened the cup noodles and put in the spices.
Nadra pulled up a chair and spun it around so the back was facing the table. She sat with her legs on either side of the chair and waited for the water to boil in the kettle.
The California girl leaned on her palm, with her elbow propped up against the thick glass table. She sighed and blew a strand of hair out of her face. The kettle went off and stream flew out form the top. Nadra swung her leg over and she grabbed the kettle, forgetting it was so hot, she burned her hand. Nadra immediately let go of the kettle and it fell to the ground, steaming hot water spilling all over the floor, burning the soles of her feet. Nadra jumped up trying to get the burning sensation to numb- instead she slipped on the water.
Nadra landed with a thud, the water had cooled down and it was a sensible temperature. The pale girl growled and carefully stood up and limped away from the kitchen and to the living room to get her bag then up the stairs to her room.
Her private sanctuary.
Nadra changed out of her wet clothes and into something more comfortable- A baggy white shirt and some booty shorts. She sat on her king sized bed with one leg underneath her and one leg dangling over the edge of the bed. She unzipped her bag and dumped the contents out of her bag, then threw her bag across the room. Instantly, she grabbed her iPod and set it next to her. As she untangled her ear-buds with one hand she opened up her math homework with her other hand. Once her ear-buds were untangled, Nadra shoved both in her ears and turned it to 'Just The Way You Are' by Bruno Mars on full volume.
Nadra got out a mechanical pencil and filled it with led, ready to forget about her bad day and just relax and work on some homework.
Unfortunately, God just really didn't like her that day.
As soon as her pencil hit the paper, two men crashed through her window. Not any men though. Hell naw, the world didn't play like that, one of the men or, per say- boy was bald and looked presumably twelve and the other had most of his head shaved other than his one ponytail at side of his head.
Nadra gaped as they fought with fire and air in her room.
In her private sanctuary.
Nadra snapped right then and there.
TBC
