OOC: I did this cause I wanted to and I can X3
Feet pounded against the hard ground. The rhythmic beat flowed through the inky surroundings. Even though it was echoed the darkness seemed to swallow the sound. A cold breeze blew down the girl’s neck and cause her back to arch instinctively. Her feet met nothing but air and she instantly was pulled down by gravity. She tumbled through the darkness for what seemed like eternity. Suddenly ice cold water flowed around her body in a tumult. She flailed her arms in the murky water as she tried to find which way was up. Her breath was running short, she couldn’t last much longer. Her lungs screamed for the needed oxygen. Black formed in the corners of her eyes and her eye lids fluttered. Her mouth opened and bubbles of the last air in her lugs flooded out. Her lids closed and she started to sink down into the shadowy abyss. . .
Beep! Beep! Beep! The teenage girl sat up with a start, gasping for breath. Her hands fluttered to her chest feeling her racing heart and a bead of sweat rolled down her face. Her honey colored eyes looked around her surroundings, taking in the room. “It was a dream, nothing but a dream,” Cheryl panted. It might have been just a dream, but it was a frequent recurring one. She lifted her hand to her face and brushed a stray piece of blond hair behind her ear. She tapped her ear as the annoying beeping kept going on. She looked at the bedside table which sat a clock. She squinted at the odd symbols, being that they were alien. She slid over to the edge of the bed and picked up the clock. She flicked a switch and off went the alarm. She set it back down and rubbed her eyes, trying to fight away the sleep.
Cheryl pushed the covers away and swung her legs over the side. She paused as she rubbed her feet in the carpet, trying to warm them up a bit. “I hate this day every year,” she sleepily growled. She pushed herself off the bed and stretched her tired body. “Every year,” she repeated. The stupid UWUC said that it would be “better” if they started going. Translation, the aliens wanted them busy at school and not causing trouble. She yawned, “Len it’s time to get-” She cut off as she looked at the empty bed, clean and unsettled. Her heart felt like a thorn was jabbed into it and ripped out violently. She ripped her eyes away and walked through another door. As soon as the door opened the light flickered on. The bland bathroom contained only a sink, toilet, and tub. Everything was white and it reminded her of bleach. She shut the door and locked it, being she had some trust issues. She slipped out of her gray shorts and white t-shirt, her only pair of pajamas.
Cheryl stepped in the cool bathtub and slid the curtain across the curtain rod. She twisted the knob sharply to the right and got instantly blasted by freezing water. She quickly turned it to the left but squeaked in surprise as burning hot water pounded on her bare skin. She shut the water off completely and stood there as water dripped into the tub. She slowly turned the water back on, about a fourth of the way to the left. Warm water poured from the faucet and she sighed in relief. She seemed to mess up with some sort of technology at least once a day. She took her time, enjoying the refreshing water. After she was done she turned the water off and reached blindly for a towel. Her foot slipped on the wet tub surface and she crashed on the tub’s bottom.
Cheryl slowly crawled out of the tub and swiped the towel off the sink side. She wrapped it around her body and carefully moved across the tile. She sat down on the toilet seat and checked her legs and arms. She didn’t see any scratches but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be bruising. She chuckled uneasily, “I’m such a klutz.” She poked a spot on her shin that stung and winced at the tenderness. That would most likely be bruised. She dried off and slipped back into her bedroom. Out of the steamy bathroom it felt freezing in there. She walked over to her dresser and snatched the clothes sitting on top she had laid out last night. It was her old school uniform and some of the only clothes she had brought. She put them on and went back into the bathroom.
Cheryl grabbed the comb and brushed her damp blond hair. “Where is it?” she asked impatiently. Spotting the ponytail holder she grabbed it and fixed her hair up in a bun. Then she picked up the hand mirror she had brought with her and made sure her hair was right. She turned the sink faucet on and got her electronic toothbrush. She spread her minty toothpaste and popped the head in her mouth. She absentmindedly counted the strokes out of habit. After she washed her mouth and toothbrush she flossed her teeth. Her mother had always thought Cheryl would be a model someday so she had made her clean thoroughly each and every day. She even got her teeth straightened to perfection and laser hair removal. Her mother did love to spend her hard earned money from selling her art. She always thought her mother was wasting her time, but she’d never listen.
Cheryl carefully put the contacts in that had been sitting on the sink. They weren’t for vision but so her brain could decipher the alien writings. She whistled a tune to herself as she cleaned up the bathroom and made her bed. She peered at the clock that hinted she still had some time to leave, let alone to get to the school. She sighed, “Oh well, I can’t sit around here.” She grabbed her shoulder bag and slipped her sketch pad and pencil holder inside. She opened the main door and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway. She made sure her card key was already in her bag and seeing that it was, locked her door. She strolled down the hallway and went out the door.
Cheryl looked around at the city in the predawn light. The sun would have been about to rise past the horizon and been visible if it wasn’t for the tall buildings. “Oh great,” she growled, “I don’t have a map.” Maybe it was a good thing she had left early. She picked a street and walked along the sidewalk. She read the signs, seeing if any gave directions or at least indications to her destination. After a couple of minutes she saw two younger looking aliens with bags themselves. She raised an eyebrow and guessed they must be going to school too. She followed a ways behind them, never letting them leave her sight. That was until they turned a corner and she’d have to run to catch up. She almost lost them when they went around a corner, only to go across the street right afterwards. Finally Cheryl came up to a school looking building. It even had a sign that said “Xychus City Learning Center”. Well close enough anyway.
OOC: A long bit of nothing. . .And Kyuu needs to tell us how the school works here X3
