Kyrah Wilson And The Prophecy Of Queen Adela

Chapter I | An Ordinary Nature-late-ful Day

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A malodorous stinking smell arose from my face waking me up from my sweet slumber. I opened my eyes and sat up on my hammock that hung from a maple tree, my science textbook falling off my lap down on the crispy forest ground. My brows pulled down, and my nose scrunched up, as I touched the bulky white dropping that fell on my face.

Chirp Chirp

I looked up, my eyelids squinted as I gawked furiously at one of the branches of the tree on which sat a little yellow warbler, who chirped melodiously, but before I could leap and squish the bird to its death or cry upon my life...

"SHOOT!", I almost tripped as I jumped out of my hammock and grabbed my phone that was buried beneath the stack of leaves in a picnic basket, I switched it on, to find out it was already 9:30, half an hour late to my science exam. I quickly grabbed my phone and stuffed it into my trouser's pocket and grabbed the science book and the picnic basket and rushed towards my home.

It was another Monday of life, panicking in a hurry as I ran through the woods or as my mother says 'Prohibited Woods' to the window of my room.

But you all might be thinking what was I doing in the woods anyway?

Long story short in a terrible way-wasn't able to learn the cell theory so-decided to come here but ended up accidentally spotting my crush, who was taking a walk around the forest lake and doesn't even know about my existence, then zoned out looking at the star-fell asleep-thinking I was taking a 15-minutes healthy nap-ended up waking now and-now I wanna die.

After some more gasping and sprinting, I reached my late great-grandaunt's little log cabin house on the outskirts of the Canadian forest. I quickly climbed into my room through the open window and washed my face and hair in the bathroom sink. I searched through the pile of clothes that fell out of my wardrobe as soon as I opened it, fished out and wore a green-brown crochet cardigan that I knitted with my grandpop during the winter holidays.

Grabbed my green canvas backpack and rushed into the kitchen past the family picture in the corridor of my father, Mark Wilson, his chestnut brown hair brushed neatly, dressed like a gentleman, whom I only get to see once a year as he works in the city as a salesman; My mother, Agatha Wilson, her ice blue eyes looking as warm as the sun, whom is the best mother in the world and has been calling and shouting at me for being late from the kitchen since god knows when; my sister, Kiri Wilson, she was eight when we took the picture, a mischievous smile spread across her face, love her and miss her 'cause she has been missing for seven years; and tiny little me. I rushed towards the chaotic kitchen counter and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl.

"Wow! You're really early!" My mother sarcastically stated as she made a pb&j sandwich for her morning shift lunch at Walmart.

"Sorry," I mumbled, as I grabbed my skateboard and dashed out of the door, trying to remember the cell functions and structures as I darted to school.

The exams went hectic just like they are. I slept through half of it and was panicking to complete it in the last five minutes; I found out that my friend, Billie, spilt almond milk on my Diary of Wimpy Kid book; Sienna told us how her little brother had become a part of a mafia group at the park and that they are raiding all the Pokémon cards and Fidget toys of other kids.

I sighed as I opened the doors of my room. I dropped my backpack from my hand as I saw my mom seeing the last pages of my notebook, panic arose in my chest as I remembered that I had drawn the strange things I saw in the dream I had one night while I was sleeping near a lake.

She might get mad at me and think that instead of studying I wasted my time drawing and doodling. No, she isn't a strict Orthodox religious mother, she is just really really concerned about my studies. She got mad at me after the Parents-Teacher-Confrence last summer. I got Fs, in almost everything except art and PE, and she grounded me for a week, though I still sneaked out into the forest every night like always.