Its so dark. I can feel the heaviness of the night pressing down on me. I can hear the wind blowing softly around my frame, taste the dark air on my tongue. My body feels empty, no, I cant feel my body at all. Its like my mind is just floating in the darkness, like I am a part of the night. Its so peaceful, so quiet. My eyes are everywhere, the same for my hands, mouth, feet. I can feel everything both around me and in me. I could stay this way forever. Suddenly, the silence is interrupted by the sound of wheels clacking, fear rushes through me and I…

My eyelids opened to the harsh light coming through my bedroom window. My mother always opened it after she got up, doing the same to my siblings. I sometimes thought she wanted to blind us. I cant think of a reason why, though. Pulling my comforter over my head, I let out a huge groan. Why did I have to go to school, I could just stay here and read or something. It was always like this for me though. A huge reluctance to get up and go anywhere, then im even more reluctant to admit I had fun. Sometimes acting as if I was completely indifferent to what was going on. I forced myself out of bed, though my lack of enthusiasm nearly overpowered me. Ambling toward the bathroom I shared with my brothers and sister, I let out a loud yawn. Im always a late sleeper, but that was good because it meant my siblings were done with the wash by the time I opened my eyes. The door was open and I entered. The air was thick with the thinning steam caused by the shower. I turned toward the mirror only to see a blurred figure. Don't they make anti-fog mirrors? I wiped the glass clean and revealed my reflection. Dark jet-black hair and bright blue eyes, I stood tall in the hazy mirror. The steam was almost gone and the air was less dense. I slowly undressed before stepping in the shower and turning on the water as hot as it would go. I washed quickly and was out within minutes. I didn't smell that bad this morning. The fog was back and even thicker than before, I could barely see. I reached the mirror and wiped away the condensation. I dark figure stood behind me. I jumped heart pounding, but when I turned around nothing was there. My damn imagination was getting away from me again. I brushed my hair swiftly, admittedly still freaked. It was probably just a manifestation of my anxiety I felt from being in this stuffy air. I was slightly claustrophobic. After all the knots were out, I pulled my towel tightly around me and dashed out the door. The cool relatively fresh air was a relief. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, though. I sprinted to my room and shut the door behind me. My eyes caught my clock as I turned toward my closet. Thirty minutes until I had to be at school! I threw upon my closet door and grabbed the first things in sight, putting them on quickly. Then I remembered that people wore underwear in this century so I had to take them off and put my bra and panties on, then put them back on. Homework was done, all papers were in my binder. I didn't have any papers to give to my parents and no essays to finish. I was ready to go. I grabbed my backpack off my bed and raced downstairs, only to look down at bare feet once I hit the bottom step. I got upstairs put on my shoes and returned to the first floor. No one seemed to be here. Was it that late? They didn't even bother to wake me up. I dashed outside and sprinted to my car. The school wasn't that far, I could get there in under five minutes. Engine roaring, I pulled out of the driveway and drove down to the first stoplight. I reached my school even faster than I thought I would and hurriedly parked. Hardly anyone was outside, most were staff members. Sprinting to the door I passed my locker without a second glance. I needed to reach my first class before the bell rang. I couldn't be late. I hurried through the door and sat in my desk just in time. The bell sounded just as my butt hit the chair.

A/N: My first story so please review. More to come.