Saphira's Sacrifice

Saphira's Sacrifice Chapter 2

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Waking up in my queen sized bed, I convince myself that it’s Friday before I look at the calendar. I knew it was false belief, and I knew that today was only Thursday. But on the bright side, Tomorrow will be Friday, the last day of school for the week. I stretch my arms and back, feeling my muscles work through the stiffness.  The sun streams in through my windows, creating a picture perfect scene in front of me. Putting on a playlist of my favorite morning songs, I begin to get ready to go to school. I sing along to the words of Banana Pancakes as I pull on my best pair of dark jeans, cream colored lace tank, gray boots, and my flowing purple cardigan. To add some final touches I place a long golden necklace around my neck, and my mother’s ring. She had given it to me only days before she died. Pushing that thought away I prance to my white vanity, carefully sitting down on the soft cushioned stool. “What should I do with my hair today”, I think to myself. Every day is a hassle with my long, curly blonde hair. I never wear it down curly, only at home. The ends of my hair are fried from straightening it almost every day. “Maybe I’ll wear it curly today, do something different…” But I’m just not brave enough to go through with it. I settle with a braided ponytail, and finish with my makeup.

Heading downstairs, I turn the whole house stereo on to some rock music to get the day going. “Somebody help me though this nightmare, I can’t control myself. Somebody wake me from this nightmare, I can’t escape this hell!” I belt the words to the song. I enjoy singing a lot, I’ve been told since I can remember I have the voice of an angel. But I’ve always thought that people are just being nice. I glance at the clock. Only five minutes left before I have to leave, and I haven’t even eaten breakfast. Or brushed my teeth! I rush to the bathroom, deciding to skip breakfast. I’ll survive without it for one day. Grabbing my things in a hurry I rush out the front door, soon realizing that I forgot my car keys. OH! And my house keys. “Ugh! This is not my morning.” I yell to nobody in particular. An old couple on their usual morning walks speed up as they walk past me. Mornings weren’t really my thing; I prefer to wake up after the morning has past.

Finally able to leave for school, I jump in my black Miata. What can I say, Daddy works for a worldwide company that’s name I can never seem to remember. Not to mention he spends every second he can in the office. There can be upsides to having a father who’s a workaholic, but there can be downsides too. Speeding down Sycamore Drive I blare the radio. As you can see, I like my music loud. Maybe today won’t be such a drag. Ha, that’s a wish that’ll never come true. School is school. We all know how boring and evil it is. Trapping you in those awful classrooms, brain washing you to think that the world is a happy place where everything is perfect. Well it most definitely is not. I have experienced the darkness this world can bring first hand. But I forgot, I’m trying to have a happier perspective today, let’s not dampen my so far good morning now. Pulling into my usual spot, I gather my things and head in. I receive multiple waves and hi’s from people passing in the halls, and I put on my cheerful smile that’ll stay there till’ I walk through my front door.

“Saphira!” Tori screeches across the hall from her locker. She is surrounded by her posse, the IT group.  “Come here, we’re figuring out who’s going in what car to the beach party.” I make my way over to my best friend and her, self centered friends. She may seem like a stuck up brat, but underneath it all she is genuinely nice. She was the only one who was there for me when I was raped. She doesn’t know that of course, all she knows is that something bad had happened on that summer night, and it had really hurt me. It had hurt me physically and emotionally, and she could see that. Tori had interrogated me for days trying to get me to spill what had gone on that night, but she could never know. Not if I wanted to keep her and everyone I love safe.