Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter! I bloody wish I did, but
unfortunately I can only write about it. All characters and places not
mentioned in the Harry Potter books are of my own design and may not be
used without my permission. ^_^ Please R+R!!
The Appearance
The sun shone brightly through her window, a shaft of light hitting her face caused her to squint. Her face screwed up as she opened her eyes, temporarily blinded. She picked her head up just enough to grab the pillow underneath and pull it over her face, trying to shut the light out. However, before she was able to drift back to sleep, escaping back to a world where nothing was as it seemed, a loud buzz filled her ears making her groan.
Damn alarm clock.
She wearily pushed the pillow off her face, her bones creaking, and sat up, trying to clear the sleep from her eyes. She hated Mondays. They were the worst day of the week. Only one thing happened on Monday: school.
The bed called to her, its blankets reaching out to wrap her in their warmth and security. The pillow whispered her name, beckoning her to come lay upon it. Every muscle within her screamed at her brain to give in to the bed's urgings, but their cries were drowned out by the insistent shriek of the alarm and the thought that if her mom realized she was skipping school to sleep she'd be dead in an instant.
She glared at the source of the noise and gave a great sigh. "Alright already, I'm up.
The bed gave one last plea for her to come back before silencing as she wearily reached over and turned off her alarm. Why did today have to be Monday? Sunday had been so nice; she'd gotten to go to the bookstore for the whole day and had then gone down to the coffee shop to work on her Literature assignment for the following week.
She stretched for a moment as she rose from the comfort of her bed, her muscles straining and her bones creaking. Managing to wake up, she made her way to her dresser. Hooking her fingers under the ornately carved patterns of ivy and trees, she gave the dresser a tug and rolled it open. Her uniforms sat there-white button down shirts with navy blue ties along with her navy blue pleated skirts and a blue, burgundy, and white plaid skirt. She glanced over at her window, checking the faerie thermometer that hung there. The mercury liquid had risen up to 80°F; perfect skirt weather. Which was a good thing, since her school required all girls to wear skirts regardless of the temperature. Just because this was California, they thought it never got cold. She grabbed a shirt with a tie and one of the plaid skirts, seized a pair of shorts for underneath, picked up some socks and obligatory penny loafers all students were required to wear, and went to the bathroom to change.
On her way she noticed a small note tapped to the bathroom door:
Kiarin,
I have an important meeting this morning so I can't take you to school. It isn't that far so please use one of the bikes in the garage. Don't forget your key. I'll see you when you get home. Don't' be late!
Love, Mom
"Somehow this doesn't surprise me."
Her mother often had long business meetings and Kiarin had to use one of the bikes to get to school. It wasn't a long ride to school, but it always made her have to rush to leave in the mornings if she didn't want to be late.
She had just finished dragging on her navy blue knee-highs, thinking about what boring things she'd be learning today when the second alarm blared at her. She'd always made sure to set two alarms, one to wake her up and the second to remind her to start leaving for school, which, since she now had to rely on a bike rather than a car, was now a much later time than it should have been.
"Crap, I'm gonna be late if I don't hurry up!"
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Later in the day, Kiarin found herself sitting in sixth period biology, taking endless notes about things no one cared about when they were 16. As she sat in the hot classroom she wished that just once something exciting would happen in this class.
*Oh great. Another review on atoms. You'd think after already teaching it for two years they'd give it a rest. What good is learning about something you can't even see? It's only a theory after all. What'll they do when someone finally proves it wrong?*
Her eyes could barely stay open as her biology teacher droned on about electron clouds and isotopes. She half expected him to hand out sheets on balancing equations. Looking down at her note-covered paper she began to doodle along the edges, praying that they'd be able to leave early so she could go home.
"Ms. Goldwind, would you like to join the rest of our class or is your daydreaming more important?"
The teacher was standing right in front of her desk, which, unfortunately, happened to be in the front of the class. His brown eyes met her green ones as they snapped up from her drawing and she mumbled a small apology. A fleeting glance at the clock told her that she need only wait fifteen more minutes and then she'd be free.
She sighed and went back to taking notes. Nothing fun ever happened in this class. Always notes, quizzes, and tests, not even a lab of some sort. How did they expect her to pay attention when she was nearly dead with boredom?
Of course, that was before what happened next. However, no one would ever really believe what happened next. But then again, who'd really believe that an owl smashed through the window, landed on her desk, and dropped a small envelope before her, as though nothing had happened. It was impossible.
The Appearance
The sun shone brightly through her window, a shaft of light hitting her face caused her to squint. Her face screwed up as she opened her eyes, temporarily blinded. She picked her head up just enough to grab the pillow underneath and pull it over her face, trying to shut the light out. However, before she was able to drift back to sleep, escaping back to a world where nothing was as it seemed, a loud buzz filled her ears making her groan.
Damn alarm clock.
She wearily pushed the pillow off her face, her bones creaking, and sat up, trying to clear the sleep from her eyes. She hated Mondays. They were the worst day of the week. Only one thing happened on Monday: school.
The bed called to her, its blankets reaching out to wrap her in their warmth and security. The pillow whispered her name, beckoning her to come lay upon it. Every muscle within her screamed at her brain to give in to the bed's urgings, but their cries were drowned out by the insistent shriek of the alarm and the thought that if her mom realized she was skipping school to sleep she'd be dead in an instant.
She glared at the source of the noise and gave a great sigh. "Alright already, I'm up.
The bed gave one last plea for her to come back before silencing as she wearily reached over and turned off her alarm. Why did today have to be Monday? Sunday had been so nice; she'd gotten to go to the bookstore for the whole day and had then gone down to the coffee shop to work on her Literature assignment for the following week.
She stretched for a moment as she rose from the comfort of her bed, her muscles straining and her bones creaking. Managing to wake up, she made her way to her dresser. Hooking her fingers under the ornately carved patterns of ivy and trees, she gave the dresser a tug and rolled it open. Her uniforms sat there-white button down shirts with navy blue ties along with her navy blue pleated skirts and a blue, burgundy, and white plaid skirt. She glanced over at her window, checking the faerie thermometer that hung there. The mercury liquid had risen up to 80°F; perfect skirt weather. Which was a good thing, since her school required all girls to wear skirts regardless of the temperature. Just because this was California, they thought it never got cold. She grabbed a shirt with a tie and one of the plaid skirts, seized a pair of shorts for underneath, picked up some socks and obligatory penny loafers all students were required to wear, and went to the bathroom to change.
On her way she noticed a small note tapped to the bathroom door:
Kiarin,
I have an important meeting this morning so I can't take you to school. It isn't that far so please use one of the bikes in the garage. Don't forget your key. I'll see you when you get home. Don't' be late!
Love, Mom
"Somehow this doesn't surprise me."
Her mother often had long business meetings and Kiarin had to use one of the bikes to get to school. It wasn't a long ride to school, but it always made her have to rush to leave in the mornings if she didn't want to be late.
She had just finished dragging on her navy blue knee-highs, thinking about what boring things she'd be learning today when the second alarm blared at her. She'd always made sure to set two alarms, one to wake her up and the second to remind her to start leaving for school, which, since she now had to rely on a bike rather than a car, was now a much later time than it should have been.
"Crap, I'm gonna be late if I don't hurry up!"
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Later in the day, Kiarin found herself sitting in sixth period biology, taking endless notes about things no one cared about when they were 16. As she sat in the hot classroom she wished that just once something exciting would happen in this class.
*Oh great. Another review on atoms. You'd think after already teaching it for two years they'd give it a rest. What good is learning about something you can't even see? It's only a theory after all. What'll they do when someone finally proves it wrong?*
Her eyes could barely stay open as her biology teacher droned on about electron clouds and isotopes. She half expected him to hand out sheets on balancing equations. Looking down at her note-covered paper she began to doodle along the edges, praying that they'd be able to leave early so she could go home.
"Ms. Goldwind, would you like to join the rest of our class or is your daydreaming more important?"
The teacher was standing right in front of her desk, which, unfortunately, happened to be in the front of the class. His brown eyes met her green ones as they snapped up from her drawing and she mumbled a small apology. A fleeting glance at the clock told her that she need only wait fifteen more minutes and then she'd be free.
She sighed and went back to taking notes. Nothing fun ever happened in this class. Always notes, quizzes, and tests, not even a lab of some sort. How did they expect her to pay attention when she was nearly dead with boredom?
Of course, that was before what happened next. However, no one would ever really believe what happened next. But then again, who'd really believe that an owl smashed through the window, landed on her desk, and dropped a small envelope before her, as though nothing had happened. It was impossible.