Author note:
Hi! than you for reading this! it's one of my first fanfictions and I hope it's ok so far :) if you want to you can send me name suggestions for some more character names as I am rubbish at thinking of names. Thank you!
I wake up to the sound of the ever annoying alarm clock beside my bed. "BEEP BEEP" . I groan."BEEP BEEP".
Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of bed and faced the mirror on my wall: Caramel coloured hair down to my chest, currently in a tangled rat's nest. Shocking green eyes still half closed with sleep on a freckly face stare back at me.
I never really cared much about my appearance. The only jewellery I would ever wear was a pair of earrings. Feathers with every colour of the rainbow on them, that seemed to glimmer in the morning light, when I held them I could almost sense the quiet magic soaked into the soft material.
I still remember the day my father gave them to me. I was 8 years old and it was my birthday. I was opening my presents when he gave me a small velvet box that I couldn't decide the colour of. It seemed to constantly shift.
"These were a gift from your mother, Amitola." he said. "be careful with them and when you wear them remember her." I still do. Even now when I have lost hope of ever seeing my mother again, I wear them.
Sometimes I wonder why.
My dad has evidently gone to work, as the kitchen is empty, a packet of pancakes sit on the side next to the toaster. I turn it on and get ready for my day.
That was when the first strange thing happened. As I dressed, I thought of how much I hated the school uniform: a mustard yellow and blue tartan skirt (excuse my while I vomit) and a cyan shirt that was just a shade off the colour of the skirt and was constantly annoying me.
Taking the skirt from my wardrobe, I was silently wishing It would change to nicer colour, like purple or something. When I looked back at the skirt, it was a deep purple.
My first reaction was: i'm still dreaming. That was the only logical explanation. But no matter how hard I pinched myself, I didn't wake up. So instead I picked up the skirt again and put it on. Hoping my eyes were playing tricks on me and no one else would know.
Running towards my first class I hear the screeching call of "Ami! Ammiiiii!".
"Hi, Jenna", I grumble without turning around. Jenna Southern: the girl that no one, not even an absolute loner like me ever wants to talk to. She never gets the message though. Unable to think of a good excuse for Jenna, I bolt to class.
I pull open the classroom door to see all eyes on me. I am really late.
"AMITOLA REEDEN WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR UNIFORM?!" Is today scream at Ami Monday?
"Sorry Miss Rayn." I mumble.
"Come to my office right after school!"
"Yes Miss Rayn."