Ara drummed her fingers lazily on the windowsill as she gazed out the window at the falling rain. From the looks of it, the horseshow would have to be held in the indoor arena later that day. Sighing heavily, Ara brushed her auburn hair out of her face. A horse show was the last place she wanted to be today.
The night before had been pretty rough, what with the nightmares and the strange, malevolent voice in her head. The voice had been there for almost 2 of her 18 years, whispering about nonsense of the past, and things soon to come. Telling Ara her part would soon come seemed to be the voices favorite thing to do. Seeing as it accomplished the task at least forty times a day. If Ara convinced it to shut up.
Standing, she stretched, popped her neck and walked to the bed where she flopped down on her back. Her two friends, who had accompanied her and her mother to the show, were downstairs in the lobby, undoubtedly in the arcade. Ara had been asleep when they departed, and was now alone with her mother.
Verifying that her mother wouldn't be out of the shower for a few more minutes, Ara ran up the left sleeve of her t-shirt, and removed the bandage on her shoulder. She grimaced. The geostigma didn't look any better than it had the day before. If anything, it appeared to have spread down the left side of her back.
Digging the ointment and another bandage out of her bag, Ara had it covered in a few moments. Not a second after she had fixed her sleeve, Emily and Charlene came through the door. On first glance they appeared to be only giggling. But Ara knew better. They had both had sugar, and at 8:00 in the morning, that wasn't good.
"Ara you're awake." Emily chirped, blonde ponytail swinging from side to side as she planted herself next to Ara on the bed.
"Thank you Miss Obvious." Ara muttered.
"We thought you were going to sleep all day," Charlene put in. Her midnight black hair was pulled back as well, except for two twin strands that framed her face.
Emily's crystal blue eyes met Charlene's emerald green gaze, and they started laughing again.
"What's so funny?" Ara's mother asked walking out of the bathroom, her light brown hair still glistening with water droplets as she toweled it dry.
"I'm not sure." Ara reported as Charlene nearly fell over and Emily rolled off the bed.
"Well we'll just have to let them laugh it out. You should get ready to go Ara, we have to be at the show by 9:00." Lynette told them.