Helena Gray's Story

The alarm rang signalling the start of yet another day in hell. Helena groaned and she pulled her soft pink pillow over her head. She kicked her feet under she sheets sending wave after wave of her poka-doted covers over her and finally until they were off the bed. Her little tantrum had caused her to loose what warmth the sheets had provided. Groaning at her lack of foresight Helena forced herself up and she sat cross legged on her bed. The sheets lay in a mess on the floor and she stuck her tongue out at them. She let her eyes drift up to the mirror that hung across the wall and she observed herself.

She wore a light tank top and shorts, her red hair was a mess and sat in waves upon her head. She mumbled something about hard work and then crawled off the bed and made her way right for the mirror. There along the shelf underneath it lay copious amounts of bottles, she grabbed one and after squeezing some of the lotion onto her hand she applied some to her cheeks and forehead.

Helena took a good hour to get ready and when she was done she found herself dressed most casually for school with a black tee, jeans and a scarf. She looked over herself one last time and then went to grab her back which was filled to the brim with school books and with one novel; one of her favourites The Witch and the Warrior She was a sucker for her romance novels and always took one with her where ever she went.

She grabbed a quick breakfast, which was mainly a banana and orange juice and kissed her mother good bye. Helena walked out hoisting her heavy bag higher up her shoulder and she frowned at the fresh air and missed the sounds and sights of the city for the millionth time. She gazed at her mothers car and wished she had her own but they couldn't afford it. She gave the rubber tire a swift kick and groaned at the sudden pain in her toe.

The trek to school wasn't all that long but tiresome all the same. Helena was in a soft pant and her shoulder was in pain but she had made it to school all the same. The parking lot was full of cars already and happy students. She gazed around and looked for a few of her own friends but saw none. She continued on walking when she noticed Lyra driving along looking for a spot. She sighed softly and looked away, it wouldn't do to be associated with her. Instead she spotted Maggie sitting among her friends and was about to see her when she was flocked by the entire track team.

Helena wrinkled her nose at the idea of running and so instead of saying hello she found herself a nice spot on the front of the school steps. They were large concrete steps that spanned across the entire school entrance. She dug out her book and opened it to the spot from where she had left off the night before. She settled into the story brushing her hair back over her neck as she read.