Brooke Lyn slowly awoke as her alarm bellowed through her room. I can't believe that it is six-thirty already she thought to herself as she pushed her blond curls out of her green eyes. "Whoever said that six hours of sleep a night was enough was crazy," she said aloud to no one as she slid out of bed and stumbled to turn off the wailing alarm. She took a deep breath and stared at her reflection in the mirror situated above her dresser across the room. She squinted her eyes wondering why they were so small. They seemed to be the right distance from her nose, but just too small top to bottom.
I wonder if this is what my dad's eyes looked like? Nevermind, she thought, he's not here anyways. No time to worry about this, I need to get ready for school. She turned away from the mirror and walked into the hallway, across the walkway and into the bathroom to pay her morning visit to the john, and begin the morning ritual that would make her look acceptable to herself and her friends.
As she left her room, she didn't notice the small pair of eyes that watched her every morning as she stood in front of the mirror, discrediting the beauty of her eyes then stumble off into the hallway. She didn't notice the eyes because every morning the eyes did the same thing. They blinked rapidly then turned away as she left. But this morning was different. This morning they stared off after her not looking away. This morning they took in every detail of every move she made, analyzing whether or not she was the one. This morning was crucial. Time was of the essence now, and there were no more mornings to waste. They needed to find out now what direction to take. They needed to know for sure how to prepare for the upcoming battles. They needed to know if she was the one, and if not, which one of the hundreds of possible ones was the chosen.
The small eyes watched as she left, thinking that she could not possibly be the one, wondering if his life would ever be the same. The one or not, I have a job to do, he thought to himself, slowly turning around, then climbed carefully into the hole at the back of the cage that led through the dirt and directly to a small opening to the outside world. The sooner I can be done with this girl, the sooner I can move on to a better prospect, he thought as he climbed up the bookcase and out the window that Brooke Lyn could never seem to remember to close.
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