In a darkened room, a trio of cloaked beings sat around a massive, bubbling cauldron. They were silent, and started at the shifting liquid the cauldron contained. One of the three, the leader, reached out a hand, which held a necklace.
The necklace was made up of smooth black stones which shimmered in the odd green light given off by the cauldron. The leader began to chant, and was soon followed by the others. They stood there a while, and eventually the leader dropped the necklace into the cauldron.
"When will it find her?" asked one of the followers.
"When the time is right, and she is ready," responded the leader.
"What if she isn't ready?" asked the second follower.
"In fifteen years, she will be ready - weather she likes it or not," the leader cackled.
In a hospital ward, there was a room full of babies. They were all tiny little creatures, some giggling happily, some crying, a few sleeping. There was one child, however, who simply lay in her tiny little bed, and stared up at the tiled ceiling above her.
Around her tiny neck, there was a thin string with a single black stone.
I sat at my desk. It was towards the front of the classroom. A bit off center - to the right. The teacher was talking, not that I cared. I was on my phone, silently watching YouTube videos with the subtitles turned on.
"Care to tell us what it is you're finding so funny, Silver?" asked the annoying voice of my teacher.
I looked up to see her directly in front of me, and quickly regretted it, no-one should be allowed to wear that shade of green. Instead I looked behind her, at the board. "Fifteen," I stated, before resuming the video.
"Fifteen?" the teacher repeated.
Annoyed, I paused the video again, and pointed at the board. "Fifteen, not fourteen. You forgot to carry the one." I looked back down at my phone, and pressed play. The teacher walked back at the board, muttering. I could hear the sound of the SMART marker scraping against the whiteboard.
The teacher didn't talk to me for the rest of the period.
After math, next up was English.
"That's the wrong book." I looked up to see the English teacher in front of me.
I looked down at the pages in front of me, then back up at the annoyed face in front of me. "What's your point?"
"You're supposed to be reading the book that was assigned." He said, exasperated.
"I already read it. It was boring. I'm reading this instead, because the plot is actually interesting." I answered before resuming my reading.
Roughly a minute later, a paper fell onto my desk. I read it, then looked up at the teacher who said, "office. Now."
I shrugged, picked up my books, and left the room. I stopped by my locker, traded my books for my bag, and headed down to the office. I stepped through the open door, dropped the paper I'd been given onto the floor, and left the school building.
I headed down the sidewalk, and walked about a quarter mile until I reached my house. I unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Once there, I made a beeline for my room. I closed the door behind me, then immediately headed to my mini fridge for a root beer.
Falling into my basket chair, I swung off my backpack, and slid my phone out of my back pocket. I checked a few messages, then grabbed my laptop - which was resting nearby.
I spent the rest of the afternoon switching between YouTube and Netflix