Chapter 1 - Proloque
Amara Manson, a 16 year old girl waiting at the busstop on a perfectly normal day. At least, for her it was. You can imagine ofcourse that there are other parts in the world where normal doesn't even exist in their vocabulary. Or can you?
Back to Amara now, can you picture her? A short girl with long brown hair, intense chocolate eyes, a tanned skin and kind of skinny. That girl, is me. I'm telling you the story of how my life went from normal, to intense, weird and eventually mine. Maybe I'm not able to tell you everything accurate and in detail but I will try. In my life I've never experienced anything out of the ordinary or something that you can consider 'weird'. Of course there are the occasionel laughs with my friends about something silly, but nothing really intense. It all started to change when I was waiting at the busstop after school. I couldn't get more bored then I already was, and my life just couldn't get any better coughs. I had, as always, a normal day, with normal grades, on my -you can guess it already- normal school, with my -here it comes again- normal friends. As I was standing there I kept on wondering how my life ended up that way. Had I done something wrong? Should I have done something differently? Or was it just in my destiny to be so perfectly normal? Of course I finally hit myself on the head, because what else should I have been but normal? I wasn't good at singing, hell no that I could draw something decent, and with dancing I wasn't going to stand out either. But something deep inside of me kept insisting that this wasn't what I lived for. That this wasn't my, how shall we call it, destiny. It wasn't a strong feeling, really. Just a hunch, but it was enough for me to think that one day I just could get out of my perfectly normal life that I was beginning to hate.
Finally my bus arrived, and for a moment I left my thoughts for what they were. But as soon as it started to move they started exactly were they left of. Finally I got annoyed. Why should I even think about it when I just know that it was never going to happen. That there wasn't a viber in my entire body that was different from all the other people I was sitting in the bus with. So I just decided to glare at every person that even dared to look at me. Trust me when I say that they would all look away in a few seconds.
With a sigh I looked out of the window again and closed my eyes for a few seconds. And I can tell you now, that I've never, in my entire life, been so happen that I closed my eyes on that exact moment. It happened all so fast, and I never even saw it coming. I just tried to calm myself down. I pictured myself that I was sitting at a beautiful lake at sunset, with nothing on my mind except the feeling that I was happy with my life. I heard screaming around me, but I just tried to block it out. I would deal with it later, I can remember myself think. I focused so hard on that picture that I didn't even notice myself getting thrown out of my seat untill I hit my heat on something hard. I tried to open my eyes, but now I just seemed unable to.
"It's going to explode!" I heard someone faintly say.
I tried to figure out what was happening, but I couldn't focus on anything except on that picture. It was as if someone or something was forcing me to picture it. Finally the picture was all that was left in my mind, and I started feeling nausious and dizzy. I tried to open my eyes again, but the pain that went through my head was enough to stop me. I laid still for a moment and I felt something...weird. I felt a breeze. How could I feel a breeze when I was sitting in the bus? I thought.
"W-what did you just do?" I heard someone say. And on that point I left conciousness.