Everyone was going to die.
Anaya stared up at the white ceiling. It was morning, but she hadn’t slept. She dreaded this day.
Her last day of school.
“Anaya?” Mom called from the other side of her closed-door.
“I’m awake.” She mumbled.
“Okay, sweetie.” Mom replied.
Anaya sat up and glanced over at the lone window. Light glowed around the pale blue curtains.
The world as she knew it was going to go dark in a few days. For good.
How could this be happening?
She slid out of the bed and shuffled to her dresser and grabbed a pair of jeans and a deep blue sweater. After pulling them on, she stood in front of the vanity and stared at her own reflection.
There were dark circles under her blue eyes.
She was only fifteen-years old and she was going to die in a few days. She’ll never get her driver’s permit now. Heck, she’s going to die before ever experiencing her first kiss!
“It’s not fair.” She whispered as she took a soft-bristled brush and ran it through her long, honey brown hair.
There were so many things she wanted to do with her life. Going to college was one of them. She wanted to earn a degree in Marine Biology so she could study the ocean and its inhabitants.
She wanted to become a scientist like Dad.
A dream that will never be realized.
She set the brush down, and as she pulled her hair back with a black band, she studied the motion lamp stand nearby. Its dark, blue liquid held shadowy silhouettes of dolphins. With a finger, she touched its silvery base, and sighed deeply.
“Anaya?” It was Mom, again.
“I’m coming.” She answered as she grabbed her jacket and walked out of her bedroom.
The spacious kitchen was unusually quiet as Anaya entered and sat at the oval table. A bowl of hot oatmeal and a plate of buttery toasts were waiting for her.
Her stomach rolled at the smell. She pushed them away.
Mom placed a glass of orange juice down in front of her.
Anaya shook her head.
“It’s okay.” Mom picked up her untouched food. “You don’t have to eat these.”
“I hungry!” The two-year old boy yelled out in the high chair next to his sister.
“Eli, you’re always hungry.” Dad spoke up from behind the newspaper he’d been reading at the opposite end of the table.
The small television, now silenced, sat on the counter next to Mom as she mixed up rice cereal in a small blue bowl. It was always on during breakfast time as Dad was big on getting the latest local news and traffic.
But, not today.
Everything has changed.
Anaya didn’t like it one bit.
Copyright © 2012 Carrie Ann Golden
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