Her Golden Touch

Chapter 1. The snow storm part 1.

Chapter 1. Snow storm part 1

Melora Zoye's POV.

"Oh no, no no no. This is too much. I don't want to..." I muttered, before opening one eye. The light was shining through the curtains, and I let out a heavy sigh. "Just one... one minute..." my eye closed again, and I settled back comfortably in my warm and safe bed.

"Melora! Get your ass out of the bed, it's Monday!" I heard a voice scream. "Must be in my dreams...yeah..." I spoke to myself, ignoring the screaming voice that seemed to pierce right through me. In that moment I didn't realize what big mistake I just made. "Melora fucking Zoye, get out of bed right now before I drag your ass out of it!" the angry voice got louder and louder. "Hmpppff..." I was now slowly realizing that it was my crazy sister that was screaming bloody murder.

"I'm awake Layla! Stop screaming! Jeez..." I opened my eyes, and instantly got blinded by the sunlight in the room. "I freaking hate Mondays..." As I stepped out of my bed, I slipped and fell. "Oommffp!" Looking up at my ceiling, I tried to find a reason to stand up. But as soon as I heard my sister scream again, I quickly stood up and walked towards the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, showered and put on jeans and a red sweater. It was winter, and freezing outside. There would be a snow storm tonight at around 6 PM, and I only hoped to be home before that.

I quickly glanced at myself in the mirror where my reflection was staring right back at me. My plain brown hair hung loose, and my dark eyes reflected the tiredness that I was carrying in my body. I decided to put some make-up on. I wasn't blessed with a flawless skin so I had to hide my acne with foundation. My scars made me feel exposed and self-conscious. Some days I simply didn't care whether I looked like trash or not, but other days I was very conscious of my appearance.

With a sigh I stepped out of the bathroom. Layla had already left for work, and there was nobody home, as usual. My parents... well they weren't really your typical parents. It would be a miracle if they were home for longer than 2 days.

Not longer wanting to think about them, I walked into my bedroom again and searched for the books I needed today. Grabbing my backpack, I headed towards the fridge. Layla was the only one who bothered to make food or buy groceries.

I sighed, there was not much food left, and Layla was having difficulties at work. Money had always been a problem in my family, and with only Layla working, it was hard keeping up with everything. I dismissed the thoughts once again and quickly took an apple, deciding to skip breakfast for today. I was starving, but there was just simply not enough food.

With another sigh-dámn, I sigh a lot- I walked towards the door. The walk to school cost me 30 minutes, sometimes longer because of the weather. I took my phone out of my pocket, and looked at the time. "7.30 AM... my first class starts at 8.00 AM." I muttered to myself.

I hoped that I would reach school on time.

33 minutes later.

"Miss! Please! It is just 3 minutes! Three freaking minutes! Does that even count?!" I said to the woman behind the desk. I was now at school, but I came in 3 minutes late. 3 minutes! That is nothing! The woman was acting like I was 3 hours late!

The woman behind the desk looked at me suspiciously. " That's what they all say. Late is late, young lady. After your last class, you will come straight to room 129. Detention will take place there." The woman said. "Ugh! This... this is bullshit! What difference does 3 minutes make?!" I almost screamed.

"Look, now you are already 6 minutes late. Hop hop, go to your class!"
I scoffed, and turned around. Great way to start my Monday, I thought.

Last class.  4:45 PM

"And that is why it's not 8x but 5x...."
My focus was fading away, I always had a long school day on monday. My last class was Math, and I had it till 5:00 PM! As I looked out of the window, I saw that it was getting dark already. I was a big fan of the night, but right now, there was a big snow storm coming up. I couldn't help but wonder how I would get home. I was so lost in my thoughts, that I didn't hear the bell ring.

"Alright class, I'll see you on Wednesday! Stay safe tonight!"
Looked like everyone knew about the storm that was tonight. I sighed - again- and walked out of the room, making my way to room 129, where I had detention.

This school is going to get me killed.

5:30 PM.

"Well young lady, the storm is coming up so it's your lucky day. You can go." the man said while he looked out of the window. I quickly stood up, and texted my sister to come pick me up. I hastily made my way towards the lockers, and took out my jacket. As I waited for Layla, I couldn't help but look at the storm that had already begun. It was extremely dark outside, but the white flocks were decorating the darkness. It was truly a beautiful sight, and I wished I could run around in the mess that was falling from the sky. It reminded me of the times when my parents did care about Layla and me.

I heard a buzz and looked down to my phone, and frowned when I read my sister's message.

"Car broke down, had to take the bus. I'll see you at home. Be safe. "

I almost cried when I read it. "Oh shit, no. I can't walk in this weather!" I looked again outside, it would take at least 40 minutes to reach home! The storm didn't seem that beautiful anymore.

"What to do now..." I sighed to myself.

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