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All names, places and events in this story are all made up!! This is fictional!!
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My name is Himara Shawā and I'm fourteen years old. My life has turned completely upside-down and I've plunged into pandemonium. My life has quadrupled in difficulty and I'm in love. I am faking who I am at school and I'm failing my classes... And it all started with a peculiar and persistant dream...
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A celestial, snow white light fabricated with a blinding shimmer.
"... Hi...mara..." A soft voice breathed slowly. "...darkness...taking over..." The voice was angelic like a gentle breeze on a simmering, summer day. It was a bit distorted and sounded almost...inhuman. "...you and...must...to fight...bring...back to..." It acted like a cellphone with bad reception, breaking up 'till it fades away completely.
The glistening cloud white light dimmed to a light smokey grey, and finally into a night sky black of nothingness.
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Fourteen year old Himara Shawā aroused from her sleep and moaned groggily, "Noooo... It's the first day of school... "
She stumbled over to her tall dresser and lazily opened the third drawer from the bottom. Gingerly removing her favorite shirt, a vibrant, cherry red v-neck short-sleeved garment, she folded in onto her right arm and shut the chocolate brown, oaken drawer.
Realizing that time wasn't moving as slowly as she was, Himara hastily yanked the second compartment from the top and nabbed a pair of dark sapphire blue denim short-shorts. As fast as lightning, she slammed the drawer closed and peeled off her pajamas, a matching two-piece pants and button-down short sleeve sweater of a crimson red, adorned with circular shapes of tiger orange and canary yellow. Making sure she slipped on an ash black tank top, Himara pulled on her shorts and shirt in just a matter of seconds.
Himara checked her bed-side clock: 8:17 a.m. School starts at 8:45. "Phew! Thank goodness I'm only slightly late." She mutter gleefully.
Himara carefully and conscientiously checked herself in the mirror. Crystalline, azure blue eyes searched her face for any imperfections. Her hand flew to a traditional shaped, eggplant purple brush and allowed the toothpick thin bristles to stroke through her waist long, blood-red hair.
Once brushed, Himara gingerly took a ruby red hair tie and took her silky hair back, keeping her nose long bangs hanging in front to the right, and wrapped it tight with the hair tie.
She straightened her shirt, and while winking and giving a confident peace sign with her left hand in the mirror, Himara cheered, "Perfect!!!"
Himara rushed downstairs and greeted her Aunt Mae and Uncle Strato happily, "Hey Auntie and Unc!!!! How are ya?"
Her aunt and uncle sat at a dark, mud brown squared wooden table in the center of a quaint, semi-modern kitchen alined with light soil brown cupboards. A more updated stove/oven was caught in-between the chain of cupboards and light, cream yellow marble counter. The table sat on an elegant, hardwood floor.
"Oh fine Himara, how are you?" her aunt replied pleasantly, while adjusting her sea-foam green, squared spectacles. Her aunt had panther black, shoulder length hair that had shades of steel grey creaping up her roots and was wearing a bright bubblegum pink bath robe.
"Good and... Not so ready for the first day back."
"Oh... Did you have that dream again?" her uncle asked flatly with light, cement gray eyes that were full of care and concern. Her uncle's head was shaven, glinting in the sun's rays that were tresspassing through a window behind the table and was also wearing a bath robe, however his was a deep saffron green.
"The one with the white light saying, "You and blah blah must fight to blah bring blah blah back to blah," that sounds like a ghost? Yes, I have that every night!"
"That is very peculiar now isn't it?... Hmm, Himara when did you start having these-or should I say, "this"-dream?" her aunt questioned, curiosity filling her mind.
"You know, about one month ago. It was exactly the night the day that earthquake happened. The one that literally shook the world. Wait... you're not thinking there's a coincidence, are you?" Himara asked while raising her left eyebrow.
"No I was just wondering. I thought it might have been a day when you could have watched a scary movie that would cause you to have such an strange dream."
"Hey Himara, aren't you gonna be late for school? It's 8:24!" her uncle said reluctantly.
"Unc, I have twenty minutes, and school's only thirty seconds away! I'm fine," Himara reassured with a bound of confidence. "By the way I've always wondered this: why did my parents name me after the words "fire shower" in Japanese? I mean, their last name isn't even "Shawā"!"
"I'm sure they just wanted you to be unique. To um... Stand out. Because not everyday are you gonna hear someone say they were named after "hi shawā" which means "fire shower" in Japanese!" Himara's uncle answered wearily with a heart warming smile.
Himara sighed with great sadness. "I still can't believe they died in a car crash five years ago... It feels like it was just yesterday they left for a party and we got the call from dad that they had crashed and he and mom were...dying..." Tears started to well up in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away and plopped down beside her aunt at the table. For some reason, she had a tiny feeling that something wasn't right about the day they..."died".
Noticing that there was a ready made piece of toast smothered with butter waiting on a plate in front of her, she gobbled it up and gulped down a glass of ice cold apple juice, also patiently waiting to be drank. The sweet, succulent taste of the juice made Himara really wake up and get full of energy for the day ahead. That was the past... I have to be strong and get over it, she disciplined herself in her mind.
"Okay, 8:32. Time to get packin' and start walkin' to school!" Aunt Mae announced to Himara with a hint of strictness.
"I know, I know... Just let me finish up."
Himara dabbed her rosey pink lips with a bright, sunshine yellow napkin that was folded beside her now crumb filled, pearl pink plate.
And so she got up, carefully tucked the oak chair back in and strolled over to her fiery red, solid colored backpack sitting by a lunar grey door that led to the world outside. Himara placed her sky blue lunch bag that was already packed by her loving aunt in the backpack. She checked to make sure all her supplies were crammed in and when she was completely positive she had everything she needed, Himara zipped up the knapsack and swung it onto her back.
Slipping on her high liter orange, high top sneakers, she yelled brightly, "Bye Auntie and Unc! See ya at 3:45!"
Her aunt and uncle waved happily and replied in a cheerfully unison, "Bye Himara!!"
Himara waved back, yanked opened the door and headed off for the first day of school, unaware that the dream is only the beginning of what is yet to come.
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