It's another day, yet waking up in the morning seemed so different today. I felt like it isn't a familiar place. But as I began to stand up, it was the same, old room. The mess of piled up clothes in the corner. The dirty ball I brought from practice. My soccer shoes still drenched in mud.
"I'll clean that later."
My laptop was also there on my desk, sitting with a half-finished paper due next week. And how could I forget my bag still full of my training clothes that stink by now, old crumpled papers and whatnot.
My name is Natalie James, but don't make the mistake of calling me by my first name. Call me Nate. I think, speak, act and live like a boy, you see.
I'm a scholar at Jailton High, a public school full of bullies and convicted criminals – well, not really. I'm just exaggerating. So much for living up to its name, huh.
My bedroom is just small, because I live in a dormitory. I don't like to live with anyone because I simply prefer working alone.
As I began familiarizing myself with my surroundings, I thought to myself that this were the same things I saw last night before I went to bed. Strangely though, it had an unfamiliar feel to it. And as if it wasn't strange enough, there was a noise in my bathroom. I decided to go see what it was, but there was none. The bathroom is still the same bathroom I went in before I slept last night, but as I was about to brush my teeth I heard the noise one more time. It zoomed loud like a plane. I rushed towards the window but I only saw clouds. For one moment, I thought I was dreaming! I even thought I was abducted by aliens. I panicked! I rushed to the door, but I tripped because of the soccer ball. I opened it, only to see one of the greatest horrors of my life.