five
I woke as soft ribbons of light peeped through my closed shutters, warming my face. I was in my room. I sat up abruptly feeling the spin beneath me. I pushed back the covers and stood in the middle of my room looking around not knowing what to do.
Had I dreamt last night? No I couldn’t have. I looked down at myself to see I was still in my clothes from yesterday. Last night flooded back to me. The glowing eyes, the pain in my neck. I shuddered and went over to my dressing table inspired.
I tugged at my jersey to reveal the skin above my collarbone. I gasped. I don’t remember that.
A white bandage the size of my palm was taped where I remembered the pain had been inflicted. I covered it up and gasped again when I noticed my bare neck.
My locket.
I clawed at my clothes searching for my locket. It was gone.
I bit back the tears I could feel welling up, inhaling deeply. How could I have lost my only bond to my mother? I pressed my eyes together fighting back the tears.
I turned, looking for a distraction and found one-the time. It was 7:48.
“Crap!” I shouted
10 minutes later I was outside, waiting for the bus, concentrating on keeping last night and my locket out of my mind; for now.
A dim rumble of an engine sounded. I looked up to see the yellow school bus truck its way in my direction.
Deep breaths, I reminded myself.
The bus doors opened and a small fair haired man with a moustache smiled warmly at me. I attempted to smile back, but it didn’t feel right. I walked down the aisle of the bus, when something caught my eye.
I froze; reluctantly letting my eyes ease in the direction, to meet the gaze of a big emerald eyed boy.
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