A Long Way From
Home
Chapter
One
I thrashed about in midair, feeling my heart
pound. My screams caught in my throat as I windmilled my limbs
around in the air. I stared desperately at the tiny patch of sky
above me, the sky that I had been forced to give up when I fell
through the pit.
Blackness surrounded me. I—
"You're seriously not up
yet?"
I jerked awake, wheezing. My best friend was standing in front of
my bed, fully clothed. One of the downsides to living at a
boarding school was that your roommate—well, mine at
least—often chose
to wake you up without any warning whatsoever. This did have many
pluses, though, one of them being that she often drew me out of
my unrelenting nightmares.
I brought my hand to my face and wiped the sleep out of my eyes,
shaking away the final traces of a dream. The heat of my cheeks
felt burningly hot to my clammy hand. "Yeah. What time is
it?" I fumbled on the nightstand for my glasses and pushed
them onto the bridge of my nose, squinting at the clock.
"It's seven-thirty?!? How come you didn't
wake me, Liz?"
"Sorry," she said, shrugging. "You know how hard
it is to wake you up, Holly—you're like a rock."
She brushed a few strands of honey-blond hair out of her eyes and
watched me change into the school uniform. Ignoring the curses I
kept muttering under my breath, she plopped herself onto my bed
and went on. "We've got a new student coming today, you
know," she commented casually.
My hairbrush, which I had been attempting to yank through my
reddish curls, clattered to the ground. "Excuse
me?"
Liz shrugged and grabbed her books from her nightstand. "You
know. It's the start of a new term—we're doing to
have new students pouring in. I think Miss Watterson said that we
were going to have . . . what, three?" She dumped her books
inside of her tan satchel and slung the bag over her shoulder.
"Two guys, one girl. I don't know their names,
though."
"Lovely," I muttered to myself. "We get these new
students—these people that I can make a new impression
on—and I manage to screw it up by looking like some sort of
mental patient." I hazaphardly scrubbed my teeth and spit
into the sink, taking one final glance in the mirror before
grabbing my school notebooks and cramming them into my
backpack.
"How's that different than normal?" said Liz
cheerfully, turning the doorknob and leaving our room.
"Oh, ha ha," I said in a deadpan tone, joining her as
she strolled down the hallway. We chatted as we headed to math
class, and for the moment, I found my mind clear of nightmares or
worries about my hair. Somewhere in my stomach, though, I felt a
deep sense of foreboding.
Hi guys! :D This is my first
story on Witty. I'm going to be continuing it sometime soon.
Soo yeah, comment what you liked or what I need to make better.
Thanks.
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LoveActually101 · 1 decade ago
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Ur welcome👍