September, 2027: 25 Years Later
Kevin's POV
It all started, with a dream…
All of this was insanity from the beginning, when I woke up that morning to an ice cold wave splashing over me. As I jumped upright, gasping for air, I surprisingly didn't think of this as unusual at all. I guess I just assumed that it was something stupid, like my immature brother dumping water on me as a kind of joke or something. I don't know, he's always doing moronic stuff like that. I've learned to stop asking questions when it comes to his ideas. Hard to believe we're the same age.
But that's not what happened at all. What I actually saw made me wish for a bucket of cold water. Heck, I'll even take a bucket of worms over this. Anyway, I could tell that it wasn't him because it hurt to open my eyes, and I started choking on the water that ended up in my throat. I noticed the water tasted a little salty too. He wouldn't do something like that. Even he wouldn't go that far for a joke. He's just annoying, not mean.
It didn't take me very long for me to figure out that I wasn't in my room either. It didn't feel at all like I was lying on my bed. When I pushed myself up I noticed that everything below my hands felt rough, and I could kind of feel my hand sort of sinking down a little.
As I was trying to figure out the simple question of where I was, that's when another wave of water smashed on top of me. This one was so big and strong it felt like it threw me off the ground. It pulled me. For a few moments all of my breath was knocked out of me and felt like me chest was going to burst. I couldn't have been under there for more than a few seconds, but it was one of those things where the moment catches you so off guard that seconds feel like minutes.
As soon as the wave pulled back I got up and gasped for air again. I noticed that my arms and legs were shaking from the mere force of that wave. And why wouldn't they? That wave felt like gravity!
I tried to get to my feet as fast as I could, but my legs were shaking so much I could only get to my knees. I tried to rub my eyes because it was still kind of hard to open them, but there was something on my hands. I forced my eyes to open. I was on a beach.
Slowly I got off the ground, still spitting out saltwater and sand, and brushed myself off. As I got up I scanned the area a bit.
This beach was weird. Instead of being all warm and sunny, this beach was unusually cold and grey. Yeah, grey is the perfect way to describe this place. Even the sand below me had kind of a grayish look to it. There was no sun. Nothing in the sky but dark clouds, like there was a huge thunderstorm on the way. The ocean was reflecting the clouds, which made the water dark as well. Maybe it was because I was just thrashed around, but the water somehow looked even more threatening than the clouds. The waves looked absolutely wild. But why was it like this when it was September and barley into autumn?
The only thing there that I could see that resembled any kind of civilization was a lighthouse down the shore. But this didn't guide me away from my confusion in the slightest either. There was somehow a black light shining from top of the lighthouse. Which is also strange. Doesn't that completely defeat the purpose of a lighthouse? Who designed that thing? But I guess it doesn't really matter, since the beach was mostly deserted anyway.
Which brings me to the last thing I realized: I wasn't the only one on the beach.
There was this boy and girl down the beach from where I was. They both looked about my age. The girl had this brunette hair so short I would have thought she was a boy if she wasn't wearing pink all over. Pink shirt, pink shoes, pink gloves, pink barrettes, the only thing on her that wasn't pink were her bright yellow shorts. The boy with her didn't look too strange. He was blonde and wore something of a white fisherman's hat.
I don't think they could see me, so I didn't do anything about it. I just stood there, and watched them. It was like a movie.
The girl was staring out to the dark waters, holding this frightened look on her face. The boy ran to her side, calmly putting his hand on her shoulder. He whispered something in her ear. I couldn't hear what it was. I was far away and the waves were too loud. But the girl heard him. I could see her face turning into a warm look as she gazed back up at him.
After that, the girl was carried to the sky by an angel and the boy followed her by riding on the back on some sort of horse with golden wings up to the sky. What's that called, a Pegasus or something? I don't know. Anyway, they both disappeared into a shining light into the dark sky. But I was still not alone on that beach.
Right after the boy and girl were gone, a giant monster the size of a mountain slowly rose up from the horizon. He looked like a giant octopus, only with real arms instead of tentacles. He threw back his head let out a roar which shook almost every cell in my body. He pounded his fist on the black ocean, creating a large ripple in the water and shaking the earth (if I was even on Earth). The ripple turned into a large wave. No, a tsunami…
Wait, what's that ringing sound? It sounds familiar. A sound that I've always known. Wait, that isn't... My whistle!
"Kevin wake up! Get up now or I swear to God I will find a bat and give you a good-!"
My eyes shot open. I sprung up, only to bang my forehead on one of the wooden frames above my bed. Already this isn't turning out to be my best day. Oh and by the way, OWWW! I felt my chest for my whistle, but it wasn't there. As I rubbed the fresh bump on my forehead, I turned to see my brother Terrence next to me. He had my whistle in his mouth. I didn't know whether to thank him or sock him in the jaw.
Terrence sighed heavily, letting a soft chirp out of the whistle. I guess this wasn't turning out to be his best morning either. Tokomon, his digimon, was perched in his nest of blond hair. I could see that my digimon, Salamon, was sitting at the foot of my bed. He seemed to be the only one in the room looking at me with any kind of worry or concern. It was obvious now that I was in my room again.
"It was just a dream." I muttered to myself, falling back down on my bed in relief.
"Some dream." He looked back at me, noticing me glaring his way. "What?"
"You just had my whistle in your mouth."
He yanked the whistle off his neck and threw it at me. "Yeah, and if I didn't you would have woken up half the neighborhood with your screaming."
He climbed up to his top bunk by jumping onto the dresser and climbing to the top bunk with the flexibility of an eel and the energy of a monkey. You know, we have a ladder.
Terrence and I have always shared a room together. We sleep in bunk beds with him on the top and me on the bottom. It's always been like this for as long as I could remember. I guess it's more like a punishment than a privilege, especially on nights like these.
"I was screaming?" I asked quietly as I put my whistle around my neck and started cleaning it with my shirt.
"Yeah, and you're lucky I shut you up before you woke up mom."
"Was really it that bad a nightmare?" my Salamon asked while looking at me with those giant cookie eyes of his.
"It's nothing. We should just go back to sleep." I replied.
Salamon let out a sigh as he leapt off my chest and curled up in the corner of my bed where he always slept.
"Clock." I commanded. No answer. The stupid thing never responds. "Clock!"
The clock came to life by lighting up a shade of blue. "ACTIVATED. COMAND, PLEASE."
"Time."
"THE TIME IS 3:17 AM."
"Nyeeh! Turn that thing off! Too bright!" Terrence's Tokomon whined. I could hear it scurry under Terrence's blankets.
"COMMAND, PLEASE."
"Shut up." I groaned.
"INVALID VOICE COMMAND. PLEASE SLOWLY AND CLEARLY TRY AGAIN."
I repressed the urge to throw it at the wall. The noise would wake up my mother.
"Cancel!" I yelled. The light went off.
"Stupid piece of junk." I heard Salamon say.
We had school the next day. I hope I can go back to sleep without having this dream again. I didn't want to wake up my mom. She never gets enough sleep when my dad goes out on his business trips. Also, I didn't feel like getting murdered by Terrence today. And since he sucks at covering stuff up he'll end up getting arrested and you know who he'll blame for that? Yeah, me. I didn't feel like putting up with getting murdered that today. Maybe another day.
I was just about to go back to sleep, when Terrence just had to ask:
"Hey, just out of curiosity, what happened in your dream?"
Oh, here we go again. Try not to get him started this time…
"I said it's nothing. Just go back to sleep."
"Oh, c'mon Kevin! You can't scream like that and tell me it's nothing. You've had nightmares before and you've never screamed like that." Terrence hung his head over the side of his bunk, looking at me upside-down. I don't know how he could do that without falling over, but this isn't the first time he's done something like that. "just tell me about it. C'mon, it won't take long."
I turned over to look at him. "Why do you even care?" I asked.
"Because shut up. C'mon, why can't you tell me?"
"Don't make me hit you."
"Woah! Was that just a threat? Did Kevin Takashi just threaten me? I didn't think you could do that. I've known you litterally my entire life and you and I both know that you're too much of a goodie-two-shoes to do that." I hate to admit how right that statement is.
But no, he was right. I wouldn't really want to do that. I'm not usually the kind of guy who resorts to hitting the other guy as a first solution. But I think that when anyone, especially your brother, bugging you at almost 3:30 in the morning they would be tempted. So, because of the good person I fortunately (and sometimes unfortunately) am, I patiently moaned
"Terrence, it's late and we're both tired. I don't want to talk about it. Just wait till morning, okay?"
"I'm not tired! What's wrong, are you scared? Was Kevin a-scared of a big bad monster or something?"
Well, I tried. That was the equivalent to reasoning with a chimp. I pressed my head under my pillow, and trying to imagine a place where my brother never existed. One of us will probably pass out in a minute anyway. Me from suffocating my face into the pillow and him from from all the blood rushing to his head.
"Will you just stop torturing him? You do this to him all the time." I heard Salamon say.
Terrence ignored him. "What, did you fall off a cliff or something? Is that why you were screaming? C'mon, what was it?"
Please shut up…
"Terrence, I'm tired too!" I heard his Tokomon whine. "Just get back up here! I wanna go to bed!"
"Just hold on a minute, Tokomon."
There was silence for a moment. I hoped that if I ignored him he would get bored and go away.
But then he asked "Hey, um, was there a digimon in it?"
The giant monster flashed back in my head. I took out my head from under the pillow. "TERRENCE WILL YOU JUST-"
"Ha! I knew it! There was a digimon in it wasn't there? Does that mean something will finally happen? Aw, that would be so cool if we-"
"Terrence go to sleep!" I yelled, kind of surprised at my outburst. I didn't even consider that that thing was a digimon until then, "Look, I promise I'll talk about it in the morning. We have school tomorrow anyway."
He made what looked like a scowl at me (it's hard to tell when you're upside-down). He groaned and flipped back up to his bed.
"Man. You are so boring. And I'm bored. I can't believe we're the kids of the actual DigiDestined and we have such boring lives."
'Terrence I said just go-"
"I'm serious!"
"Shhhh! I thought you said you didn't want to wake mom up!"
"It just bugs me, y'know?" he whispered. "I mean, we've read all of dad's books. Well, it's been forever since I've read one of them but I know the gist of it. They fought battles and monsters and stuff when they were our age. Heck, even before that. Mom and dad were, like, eight when they started fighting digimon. When is something exciting like that going to happen to us?"
"It will probably happen one day." I said, too tired to even really pay attention anymore.
"That's what everyone keeps telling us Kevin but it hasn't happened yet."
"Well, think about it, most of the other DigiDestined's kids are still really little. Mathew's only four." Mathew was our younger cousin on our dad's side. We haven't seen him or his sister in a long time. I can't believe I even brought them up.
"Yeah, but by the time Mathew turns eight we'll be-" he paused for a moment. I couldn't see it but I bet he stopped to count on his fingers. He's an idiot sometimes. "We'll be fifteen! Fifteen, Kevin! I can't wait until high school for something exciting stuff to happen in my life!
"Well, we don't know exactly when something's going to happen yet, Terrence."
"Why can't something just happen now? All we ever do in our boring lives is to go to boring school where we learn boring things, which face it we'll never need in real life, and then we hang out with our friends and then we boringly go home and it's the exact same boring thing the next boring day! I'm sick of it! You ever feel that way, Kevin? Like you're repeating stuff over and over and over again? I don't like that. When is something fun going to happen? I want stuff to change for once, not to just repeat the same thing over and over again."
"Maybe it will soon."
"Why do you say maybe?"
"Because saying something will happen soon sounds too much like a promise. Look, let's just talk about it in the morning. It's really late."
"Fine. But, can I ask you something?"
"What?" And please don't have anything to do with digimon or terrifyingly scary dreams about them.
Terrence didn't say anything. It was unusual to for him to be quiet for more than six seconds. The only sound in the room for the next minute was the silent humming that always came from the computer or occasional car passing by outside. It was so quiet that for a moment I thought that Terrence drifted off to sleep in midsentence. I was honestly halfway there. But then he said:
"Hey, um, if… Do you want stuff to happen? I mean, If anything ever did happen, I mean if we did get to save the world and stuff, would you hate it?"
I sighed. Why oh why did I have to have that dream? "Terrence, there are some exciting things in this world that frankly we don't need to see."
"Well, you can't say that it wouldn't be fun."
"Yeah, that would be really fun. I can not deny that. Good night."
And that's what finally shut him up.
I let out another sigh. That made Salamon's head perk up at me. He got up and trotted to up to me, his paws trotting softly on the blankets, and curled up to my neck. I mouthed "Thank you." I guess that made me feel a little better.
But still, I officially declare that this has to be both the worst and best day of my life. Though I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't interesting.
Kendra's POV
I hate early mornings! No wait, I can totally think of a better way to describe my hatred for this. I DESPISE early mornings! Wait, give me one more try. I'm sure I can think of a better way to describe it other than using a synonym for the last word I used while pressing caps lock. I absolutely with out a doubt would rather skydive 7500 feet out of an airplane driven by a blind rabid dog and jump out only to realize that my parachute was replaced with 20 pounds of bacon fat and plummet to the ground in a harsh, meaty death. (I mean seriously, is there a better way to die?) than get up before nine in the morning!
Okay, I admit that might be a tad exaggeration. But now I think it's easier to see my point.
So yeah, I'm not exactly what you'd classify as a "morning person". But don't think that I'm completely lazy. I can still get up early enough in the mornings to go to school and not fall asleep in class (well, most of the time). But it was quite different on the beginning to what I'd like to call the longest day in my life (technically). I'll explain that later. For now though, I can say that it had one fitting beginning.
So it was the same thing I did every day: After realizing that the twittering of birds was coming from my alarm clock and not from the candy corn tree from my dream (man I wish those were real!), I finally decided to come out of consciousness and actually face my day. Man, whether I have my alarm clock set to "cute chirping birds" mode or "relaxing ocean waves" mode it's always annoying to wake up to.
I yelled "Turn off the alarm!" to it, but the noise still went on. I yelled it again but the noise still blared in my ears. Sigh, I hate when I have to turn it off manually. I didn't have the energy to open my eyes yet, so I just decided to just plain whack the thing in hope that it would eventually shut up. Unfortunately I have horrible aim, especially with my eyes closed.
In the process of trying to whack my alarm stupid clock I whacked my hand hard against the corner of my desk table (Ouch!), knocked over my glasses (Ah!), hit against something smooth and then heard a crash, so it was probably my lamp (Why?), and I think I knocked over my poor digimon, Poromon! (Sorry!)
"Kendra…" I heard Poromon moan from the floor. "Kendra wake up!"
"Nyahha…" I grumbled back. "I'm getting up! Just give me a minute..."
"No! Now! Wake up now! Time for school!"
"Ugh…Can you shut off my alarm clock first?"
I could hear Poromon bounce against the corner of my bed with a soft poff. I could feel her scurry up my covers until she jumped onto my back. It was like a stuffed animal being dropped onto me. "Wake up!" she whined again, now jumping up and down. "Wake up wake up wake up! Now now now! Wake up now!"
"I'll wake up in a little bit…"
"No! Sleep later, school now!"
"Bite me." It was right after I said that I felt a sharp pain strike my right ear.
"EEEIIIII! I WASN'T BEING LITERAL! POROMON LET GO! THAT REALLY FRIGGIN HURTS! OWOWOWOW! GET OFF! Okay, I'm up I'm up I'm up! Now get off!"
While I was pulling my little birdie off my earlobe I wondered to myself why exactly I had an alarm clock when I had such a determined ball of fluffy energy like Poromon. Probably because my alarm clock doesn't try to rip out my cartilage when I yell at it (which I sadly do frequently on mornings like this). Yeah, whatever. So when Poromon finally let go of my lobe I decided to be nice I cradled her in my arms like I do with my baby brother and flicked the little feather on her head. She likes it when I do that.
When I finally forced myself to face the day, I pulled off the cozy covers of my bed. GAH! It was surprisingly really cold that morning! My room was really dark too. It looked like it would probably rain later. I guess the seasons are changing already. It sucks that I was wearing my nightgown though. I moved my foot along the rugged carpet to feel around for my glasses. I knew I knocked them on the floor somewhere. I hoped that I knocked it somewhere near my bed, and not in the carnivorous swamp that I call my room. I also hoped that I wouldn't have to get up and look around my room because A. Seeing without my glasses is like seeing though fog, B. If I stepped on them, my mother would kill me in my sleep. And C, I'm just that lazy.
"You didn't have to bite me so hard…" I grumbled in frustration
"Well you told me to!"
"When someone says 'bite me' that doesn't literally mean 'Hey, come take a chunk out of my ear will ya? I taste just like chicken!'"
"It honestly tasted more like turkey..."
"Gross! You're a cannibal to birds everywhere for saying that! Shame on you! Shame I say!"
"You're mean…"
"And you're violent."
I could feel my toe hit against the big round surface of my glasses by the foot of my bed. I pulled off my sock and used my toes to squeeze onto one of the handles of my glasses and drop them onto my bed (yes, I'm not just lazy but really weird). When I put my glasses up to my eyes my vision cleared up. I could see Poromon on my lap. She was looking down at the carpet and looked kind of sad. Oh, I was I really being that mean calling her a violent cannibal? I picked her up in my arms again and lightly kissed her feathery forehead.
"Let's just say we're even, okay?"
It was in that moment of kindness that I'm so well known for, that I remembered that that stupid piece of holo-junk was still twittering. Right in that instance when I finally pressed that stupid off button, I actually glanced down at the time the clock said. My entire body was in so much shock that it couldn't even move.
For what felt like a minute, all of the noise and motion in my room had been completely cut off. I think I even forgot to breathe.
"…"
"…"
It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, oh PLEASE God tell me my glasses are fogged up and the time on the clock is a completely and utter lie!
"…Poromon."
"Yes?"
"What time does it say on the clock?"
"…You know you're never going to make in ti-"
"I said," I said this practically through clenched teeth, "what time does it say on the clock?"
There was brief hesitation for a moment from Poromon. "10:37."
"…"
CRAP! My glasses are fogged up! I thought it said 10:17!
"I'm late!" I yelled as I quickly dropped Poromon on my bed and dashed for my closet in panic.
How did I sleep in this late? I mean I know I always sleep in this late, but I'm usually fine on a school day! I mean, how long was my stupid alarm clock ringing anyway?
"Kendra," I heard Poromon say, "Um, you're never going to make it to school now."
"I'd rather be late than skip!" I yelled as I grabbed my light-blue shirt and denim overalls off their hangers. "Besides, you were the one who told me to get to school. And didn't you look at the clock before me?"
"You knocked me on the floor before I could!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there! Okay, no need to panic-"
"This is totally a need to panic!"
"Poromon, mommy's being in her zone right now! Being completely oblivious to life makes mommy freak out less!"
I quickly snapped buttoned on the straps of my overalls and quickly grabbed my brush next to my mirror. Ugh. I hate looking at myself in the mirror. My hair looked like little black tumbleweeds clumped together. My round baby-face and baseball-sized glasses sitting on my nose matched uglyingly perfect together. As per usual. Within each brushstroke, I went over each of my excuses. The alarm was still buzzing.
"Okay, so I'll just say that my mom couldn't drive me. Yeah! She lost her keys-no wait! How about she lost her glasses and couldn't drive! I mean, what could they possibly say against that? You think that's good, Poromon?"
"Lying's wrong."
"Give me a moral lecture when I get home! Okay, I'm off- Oh! Where's my hat?"
"You're an hour and twenty-one minutes late for school and you care about your hat now?"
"Please Poromon! I don't look right without it! It's as if piece of my very heart and soul were missing!"
"You're overdramatic. And you don't even have your shoes on yet!"
"But I know where those are; there in the living room. But I can't find my hat!"
"Just get you're shoes! Get to school! Move move! You can do it!" By the way she said it she almost sounded like a preppy cheerleader. Only, y'know, this one is actually cute and doesn't make me want to throw a rotten tomato at her.
I quickly sighed and dashed out my bedroom door to the living room. My family lives in a fairly small apartment, so there was barely even a hall between my room and the living room. Our living room is a small room with the usual stuff you'd expect: couch, sofa, TV, coffee table, ect. When I ran in, I could feel the anger and frustration in my stomach flow out into my face. My younger brother, Mark Ichijouji AKA: "That little deviant in disguise" was lounging across the couch in front of the TV, playing a video game on his phone.
"You little demon!" I yelled while hoping into my shoes that were next to the TV, "You set my alarm clock ahead, didn't you? Why do you always do these things? You can't go one day without making my life suck, can't you?"
"Mom said you can't say suck." He said, the game still holding his full attention. His digimon, Minomon, was doing the same while resting on Mark's lavender hair.
"Can't say suck." Repeated his Minomon.
"When I have big problems like this, I have a right to say suck! Now admit to what you did!"
"I'm telling mom you said suck twice."
"You said suck twice." Minomon repeated again.
"You're both saying suck right now!" When I had both my shoes on, I turned to the TV. I think it was the weather or something else I didn't care about. It was weird that it was even on. I mean sure, my mom always has it on for the weather and stuff, but my mom had to have gotten it this late in the morning. "Why do you need the TV on?"
I turned it off.
"Hey!" He and Minomon both screamed, turning away from the video game for the first time.
"If you listen to mom so much then you wouldn't be having the TV on! You know how she's always going on about the electricity bill. Oh, whatever. I don't have time to deal with your immaturity now!"
Mark scowled at me, but then he let out a groan and said "Whatever. Just go already." Then he focused his anger back to his video game. I didn't know what he was playing, but I was hearing gunfire.
"Whatever." Minomon repeated. Stupid worm-parrot-thing.
"Mom!" I called. I could see the kitchen from where I was standing. She wasn't there. "Mom, I need a ride!"
I quietly tiptoed down the hall over to the door to my baby brother's room and peeked inside. I opened the door slowly in case he was sleeping. The last thing I needed was another lecture from mom on not disturbing my baby brother.
"Mom?" I whispered. There wasn't an answer.
As I opened the door all the way I could see many of his toys scattered across the round light blue rug covered with smiling caterpillars and butterflies in a tree in the middle of the hard-wood floor. The room was empty.
I sighed and closed the door. Ever since Sam was born, my family hasn't seen my mom go anywhere without him. She always carries him around like an accessory or something. I mean, I know he's a baby and she's a mom and all, but she's never without him unless he's asleep. I would never be able to do that. He's been home seven months now and he still hasn't gone that many nights without him squeeling at two in the morning. I don't even know why my parents bother having a baby monitor when we he's screeching like a howler monkey right down the hall. I went through this when Mark was a baby too, but I still can't stand it. I just want to scream "Shut up!" to him. I don't care he understands what I'm saying!
And yet almost every night I hear my mother's voice softly humming some lullaby to him with no problems. Sometimes it's my dad and every once in a while she even drags my butt out of bed to do it, but most of the time it's her. She doesn't really have a job, so she stays home all day and doesn't give herself a break. She works so hard. I think everyone in my family wishes she had a break. Well, maybe not Mark. He usually pencils in any kind of love and compassion in-between him imitating stuff he saw on TV (one time I had to stop him from jumping off the roof after he saw Mary Poppins), torturing me, and bragging to his friends at school about how our dad has permission to legally shoot people.
"Where's mom?" I asked Mark. "I need a ride."
"Out."
"Of course she is. It looks like I'm going to get good exercise this morning."
"See ya."
"Wouldn't wanna be ya." said Minomon. I made a mental note to flush him down the toilet later.
As I walked to the door, I could see a flash of magenta under the sofa. Could that be…? It is! It's my beloved hat! When I knelt down and yanked it out though, it was completely covered in dust. I brushed it against my leg to get it off, little dust particles floated into the air and, of course, into my throat. Even though it still looked a bit dusty on the inside, I stuck my cap on.
It did feel a bit disgusting, but I could've worried about that two and a half hours ago. So I quickly swung on my backpack as I mentally prepared myself for the longest sprint of my life.
"I'm off!" I cried, even though probably no one was listening.
But when I grabbed the doorknob and swung it opened, one of the most unusual things I've ever seen in my life happened.
A cold wind blew in. Freezing actually. The sky was covered in dark clouds. There were soft crystals falling from the sky, and the entire block looked to be covered in white dust. I didn't move. I was in too much shock to.
Because, well, it was snowing… and it was September.
I slowly turned my head to Mark, realizing what an idiot I was to not wonder why he was home watching TV so late in the day.
"Snow day." Was all he said.
"…" I replied.
I just stood there, looking at the snow. It was really beautiful, but strange. Really strange. I felt like I just walked into a forest and saw a deer eating a bear. It's snowing…in the middle of September...
"…I'm going back to bed."
Diane's POV
Oh yes, I remember that day. I remember it almost perfectly. I remember waking up with my blankets tangled around me, like they are almost every morning. I remember how it felt so warm under my covers and how it seemed the morning came too soon, but I had no trouble facing my day. I remember rolling over in my bed, staring at the blank ceiling as I waited for my eyes adjusted to the light. Everything was going like how my mornings usually went. Nothing special, and nothing really new.
But, if I've learned anything from this it's that, that some of the most unusual things can come at the strangest times. What do I mean by this? Well, I remember noticing how unusually dark it was in my room that morning. Even darker than it was when it rained. How early did I wake up? I thought.
I sat up in my bed and leaned over close to my clock at the corner of my dresser.
"Clock." I muttered in a tired voice.
The clock lit up in a purple light that made the dark room a little brighter. "COMMAND PLEASE."
"Time."
"THE TIME IS: 7:26 AM."
Hm. No, that's only a little bit later than the time I usually get up.
"COMMAND, PLEASE."
"Cancel."
Well, now that I was up, I squirmed out of the covers to my waist and stretched my arms out in front me to help me wake up for the day. EEEP! Only to dive back into the covers for warmth when I felt an icy chill shoot up my arms.
"It's cold…" I mumbled while shivering under the covers.
It was really unbelievable that it could be that cold. I mean, with the changing of the seasons and all I would have expected it to get a little chilly over the next few weeks, but I felt like I was standing in a blizzard just by stretching out of bed! I guess it's just one of those days.
But this is when the strange part officially happened. Through the covers (and my messed up hair), I could see a glimpse of the outside from my window behind my pink curtains. I sat up to get a better look, holding my blankets around my arms to keep warm. I noticed I couldn't see anything outside because the window looked so fogged up. I leaned over and let one of my arms out in the cold to brush back the edge of on of the curtains. That's when I wiped away the smeared fog from my window.
…Wow…
I could see nothing but pure white in front of me. Outside my window were soft, white fluffs gently floating to the ground. They almost looked like little white baby-bird feathers gently floating to the ground. It was extremely strange, since it was September, but I was too distracted by the beautiful brilliance of it to hate it. Even though it did make my room feel cold. I remember it all very clearly. The wind was gently nudging them to the ground.
Almost everything, from the rooftops to the lawns, looked liked they were paved with fresh white. The sidewalks or streets didn't look like they were plowed or shoveled yet so they stayed in neat and smooth lines. I hope no one tries to drive in this. I'm surprised that there are souls that are brave enough to even drive in weather like this.
How amazing that it could all get like this in less than one night!
"Wow," I said breathless to myself, "this is so pretty. Upamon, you have to see this! Upamon?" I looked away from my window to scan around my room for my little friend. "Upamon? Upamon where are you?"
Something nudged at my bare foot that made me jump. It came from a big lump from the corner of my bed. It took me a moment to realize how much of an airhead I was for not noticing that.
Lifting up my warm blankets and sheets, I could see my cute round digimon. The flaps (ears?) on the sides of his head (or is it a body? It's not very clear) were wrapped around himself.
"It's cold." he muttered.
I couldn't help but feel myself smile at him and rub his head. He didn't have any fur or fuzz, but he was still very soft.
I jumped out of my bed again, this time bearing the cold, and called for the lights to go on. It hurt my eyes when all of the lights went on at once. I guess it was really that dark in my room. I stretched my arms and rubbed my eyes again so they could adjust to the light as I walked to the door.
I could see my mom sitting in her chair at the kitchen table. I think she was sewing or something. My mother is always doing those arts and crafts kinds of things. She doesn't really get out much so she makes up for it by doing things with her hands. It had to be some kind of arts and crafts thing. My mother doesn't get out much so she loves doing things with her hands. She looked like she was sewing something. My mom never goes out was always doing stuff with her hands. I don't like to complain, but I wish my could get my mom out of the house and my dad to stay in it for a while.
"Mom?"
She turned and smiled at me. "Oh, good morning dear. I see you're already dressed. I would have let you sleep in."
"Oh, no that's fine. I always get up this early."
"Yes but I thought I'd let you sleep in a little later because your school is canceled. Well, I guess that would be obvious if you look out the window. The weather is quite unusual today, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but I bet most of the kids at school don't care." I said while looking for a plate in my cabinet
"Oh yes. They must be very excited."
"Yeah."
"Are you going to go outside? I think the sled is still in the attic, if you wouldn't mind getting it. And if it's not still deflated."
"What about kendo practice?"
"Honey, do you really think you'll have practice in this kind of weather?"
"Um, yes…?"
"Sweetie, you work yourself too hard. You need a break like today."
I looked out the window at the slowly floating snow again. They fell like feathers. It was still pretty.
"I know mom."
"What about that book you wanted? I would be a nice chance to read that, wouldn't it?"
I flinched. I forgot that book was coming out this week. It's the last book to one of my favorite book series. I actually kind of wish I had school now. That way, I could have a chance to run to the bookstore I pass on the way home. I don't want anyone from school catching me. I'm probably the only one in the world who buys books made out of paper anymore. What's wrong with me?
"I guess." I said. I looked out the window again. "Maybe when things calm down a bit." I walked back to my room to get my clothes. It felt strange to me to stay in my pajamas longer than I had to.
"Your father called. He said he'd probably be back by tonight."
"That's good. Did he win his case?"
"I'm guessing he did. He's been on a winning streak for a while now. He'd be crushed if he didn't ."
I pressed the button on the wall that made the closet doors slide open, wondering if there was something in there that I could wear that would actually keep me warm at this time of year. I pressed another button that turned the light on inside of the closet, this one not hurting my eyes as much, as I went through my hangers looking for a decent outfit. There was nothing that I could see in the front of my closet that looked warm enough. Just my old short sleeved shirts and few summer dresses.
"Upamon, you hide in my closet a lot, don't you? Do you think that I have any long sleeved shirts that aren't in the attic?"
I got a short muffle from my covers as a response.
"Are you going to be staying in my bed all day, Upamon?"
Again, I was replied to with only a muffle. I sighed.
I continued to rummage through my old shirts and empty tangled hangers. Man, I really need to organize my stuff so I don't get into these kinds of messes anymore. I passed through shirt after shirt after dress, and still nothing. Just mostly summer clothes. But just when I was about to give up, I passed something in the back, so fast I almost missed it. It was… well I guess it's a dress, I wouldn't exactly call it that. It didn't look like one, but it was all in one piece so I guess it's a dress. It was a casual pale blue "dress" with off-white sleeves and a nice green bow under the collars. It had a tie at the waist that actually made it look less like a dress and more like a shirt with a matching skirt. The skirt will defiantly make my legs cold, but I guess it's alright if I'm not going outside.
It actually hasn't been that long a time since the I've worn this dress. I wore it about two months ago at a picnic my dad brought me to. It was some kind of reunion for my father and his friends. He said it was because he and his friends used to fight digimon a long time ago, and they were celebrating twenty-five years of peace after they defeated a really evil digimon. I'm not entirely sure if it's true or not. For all I know, it could be just a made-up story. One of my dad's friends is a famous author, who makes a living off of writing these types of stories. Either way I still enjoy going there every year because I get to see the children of my father's friends, who are about my age. Their all very nice.
So I put the remote to my room back on my desk and ran to my bed with of the dress hanging on its hanger in my hand. I lifted up my blankets and sheets again to see Upamon's face. He jumped and scurried back into the warmth of the blankets. His cute face was still sticking out.
"Hey, do you think this dress still fits me?" I asked, holding it up over my body.
"Don't ask me, I'm not a girl."
"I'm just asking for your opinion."
"I thought you weren't into clothes and stuff." He said.
"I'm not, but I still want your opinion."
"I don't know."
"Hey, are you going to be staying under my covers all day? You really shouldn't be doing that. It's really unhealthy. It's dark in there and it must be hard for you to breathe." I said.
"I can get by."
"On what? Do you want me to bring your food into here? That would leave a mess."
"Okay. I can live with that. I would be a nice change since you're room is so clean you can eat out of the garbage."
I sighed. "I'm not that much of a neat-freak, am I?"
Upamon didn't answer. He just scurried back into the blankets.
I scanned around my room. It was a fairly clean room. The carpet was completely empty with nothing lying on it.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I'm pretty, I guess. People tell me I am, anyway. I've never really given it much thought. I guess I'll go out today. I don't need to worry about the book selling out, but I need the fresh air. Yeah, I could use something to do today.