• I woke early that morning. I remember beacause the growing sun bare its everlasting beams upon my pale, small face. It wasnt particularly cold that morning, neither was it hot, but i left my dressing gown handing on the door, and walked downstairs in my white, satin nightgown. The carpet felt soft and warm against my bare feet, but when they met the kitchen tiles, the marble froze them. It felt nice, the coolness. I opened the dark, wooden cupboard and pulled out a small box or cereal, humming a soft, unframilliar tune as i went. I poured the ceareal into a wide bowl and added milk. I grabbed a spoon and sat down at the table. It felt depressing, sat that i was alone, and not just in the kitchen, but in life aswell. I had never been one for a realtionship, odd for a girl of 16. I could never tell what features of my body repeled boys, was it my hair, my face? Or maybe it was the way i acted. My personality. I wasnt too botherd about that at the moment. I cleared the table, and headed up the stairs two at a time. I stepped into the bathroom, twisting the knob on the tap as i went, To then quicklt turn it off. I wasnt in the mood for a bath, plus a shower would wake me up more. I pulled the green net across just as the door bell rang. I shouted down and grabbed my dressing gown from my bedroom. I hurried down the stairs, tieing the strap at the front of my dressing gown and opened the door. There stood a man, no a boy. roughly the same age as me, with black silk like hair tied back in a pony tail, Peircing blue eyes and Hollow, yet beautifull features. I felt embarassed, with my diry blond hair in jutting spikes, and Spleepy eyes. The boy grinned and, without a care, stepped in...

    To be continued