Chapter 1: The Lost
Sheets twisting, brow furrowing, Carolyn furiously turned in her state of rest. Her pensive brow further wrinkled as she rolled from one side to another, kicked her restless feet and reached outward with her arms, as if straining for unseen answers. Her furious dance finally came to a grande finale as she was flung from her bed to the soft carpet of the floor by the constricting entanglement of the sheets. But she was wrapped in more than her sheets, there always was more to her than met the eye; she was truly wrapped in thought.
"Good Morning," she replied sarcastically to the unpleasant awakening. Her tired gaze was slowly drawn toward the obnoxious red glow of her alarm clock that read "6:31". "A bit late today are we," she asked as she began the tedious task of disentangling the sheets from herself. This was an all to common event in her daily life, although today was slightly different in the sense that she normally awoke at the exact arrival of 6:30.
Upon the victory of disentanglement she headed to her bathroom to take her usual 27 minute shower. Continuing in her painfully predictable morning routine, she dressed in her usual clothes, in her usual 7 minutes, put on her usual make up, for her usual 9 minutes, and picked up her usual bag. She then commenced in the seemingly eternal trudge from her house to her usual bus stop on the familiar corner. Something was different this time though, she didn't know it at the time but time quickly revealed that she had indeed missed her bus, by a mere minute.
"Where is it," she asked herself frantically as she leaned farther and farther past the curb to gaze down the long street for any sign of the expected mode of transportation. "What could possibly take this long," she asked once more, Carolyn had always been fond of breaking the silence that surrounded her with her own voice. Silence was another unescapable event in her life, she was an only child with parents of prestigious, time consuming, professions. "Nothing could ever cause this much delay," she finally concluded as she solemnly looked down the empty street one last time. Carolyn sighed and looked about the scene lain before her, so what now? The unexpected change was unwelcome, what was she to do now? She began walking back toward her house as she would have commonly been found doing after school.
Once in her house she sat in a most convenient chair and began to ponder. "So what now," she asked herself audibly. Her eyes scanned the extravagant house to finally come to rest on her beloved computer. Carolyn quickly found herself moving from her position to that of the computer. Her mouth stretched to a grin as she signed on her computer, she didn't even know why she was signing on other than the monotonous impulse that drove her home. Much to her surprise, she found something of surprise. A friend of hers was actually online, Tristan to be precise. She doubted that he was actually on, figured that he had left his computer running in his haste to go to school, but she was wrong.