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Buzz buzz buzz

Oh god, not again.

I reached a hand out from the warm comfort of my bed and fumbled around until I found my phone. It was covered by the book I'd been reading the night before and I cursed as it dropped to the floor. I turned the alarm on my phone off and slowly pulled myself out of bed.

I sat, blankets piled on my lap watching the light coming from the window to my left. The weak, dawn light filtered through the blinds and splashed a dull glow throughout my room. It slipped across the piles of books and clothes stacked here and there. Over the walls where medals from my achievements in Track and Cross Country hang alongside framed pictures of me and my friends. The light reached as far as the end of my bed and then stopped before it could fully reach all the way over it.

The air matched the light outside, dull and unwelcoming. Goosebumps rose on my arms and I rubbed at them, hoping to make them go away. Of course, they didn't and they wouldn't until I dragged myself out of bed and into a hot shower. So that's what I did.

While the water was heating up, I stood in front of the mirror pulling my hair lose of the braids I'd slept in. I let the waves of blond hair tumble down my shoulders for a second while I grabbed the brush, then went to town tugging out any tangles that dared to remain. Before long, condensation had begun to gather on the mirror so I let the brush clatter on the counter, stripped and got into the shower.

It was hard to keep from hissing when the cold air hit my shoulders and back but it was quickly washed away by the heat from the water. Fifteen minutes later and smelling like a flower garden, I regretfully left the comforts of my shower.

I went back to letting out little hisses as I moved from foot to foot while drying off and as soon as I could, wrapped the towel around me and ran out into my room. I let out a sigh of relief when my feet touched the carpet. It felt less like the artic then the bathroom.

By now, the light had strengthened and no longer looked as sickly as it had when I left for the shower. It spilled across my room giving everything an early morning glow of possibility. And I swear it felt warmer. But that was impossible, it was winter and that meant one thing. Everything and everyone in Wisconsin was freezing this morning.

For clothes, I settled on a chunky sweater the color of berries and a pair of jeans. I could already feel the sweater working its magic as I walked back into the bathroom. There's a reason it's my favorite.

I drug a brush through my slowly drying hair and dried it using the towel just one last time. Before I left and turned the lights off in the bathroom, I put on a small necklace with a silver pendant shaped like a star. In the center sat a small lilac colored stone.

"A supernova for my Nova," my father liked to say.

To him, I shone brighter than all the stars in the sky and all the stars on Earth.

"You're special, I hope you realize that. You're going to change the world one day I just know it."

I smiled rubbing the star between my fingers. I just hoped he was right.

The smell of bacon cooking made it's way into my room and found me. I knew it was breakfast time so I hurried up. I only paused once before leaving my room to grab my backpack and slip on my brown boots.

In the hall, I was almost bowled over by a small whirlwind with dark curls. Once I recovered from my near date with the bottom of the stairs, I rushed down after the little monster.

The little monster just so happened to already be sitting at the table when I arrived in the kitchen.

"Milo," I said dropping my bag onto the couch. "It's not nice to almost push people down the stairs."

My brother giggled and reached for a piece of bacon from the plate my mother offered him.

"Can't blame him. It's bacon Friday," my father laughed and ruffled Milo's hair.

Unlike me who had taken after my mother with her light blond hair and bright blue eyes, Milo had acquired our father's mop of dark brown curls as well as his sense of mischief.

I met my mother's eyes across the room and rolled mine. She matched my movements exactly and I heard her mutter "boys".

It was then that I heard a car horn hoking widely in the neighbor's driveway. My eyes flew to the clock above the sink. Shit, I was late.

Pausing only a moment to grab a handful of bacon and down a couple of mouthfuls of coffee from the mug my mother held out to me, I lifted my heavy, black jacket off the hook in the hallway, grabbed my bag and sprinted out the front door.

It had snowed the night before. Nothing special, only a dusting but it still looked magical. First snows of the season often looked that way. I didn't stop to look farther than my front yead before I took off running. I took all my concentration and years of track drills on icy fields to keep me from slipping while I sprinted the length of the lawn. I did an awkward hop midrun to avoid the neighbor's flower bed that separated our two yards and pulled myself to a stop before slamming into the door of the Honda CRV that was parked there.

I pulled the door open and piled my things onto the floorboard before climbing in myself. Thankfully I was greeted by an already fully blasting heater. I heard a sigh come from the driver's seat.

"Why do you have a handful of bacon?"

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