The Transformation [Undergoing Editing]

Chapter Three: Noticeable Changes [Edited Version of Ch. 3]

Chapter 3: Noticeable Changes:

  Sunlight shown through my eyelids making it hard to squeeze them shut enough to be enveloped in darkness. I just wanted to stay asleep… I pleaded in my mind as I groaned and turned over on the mattress so my face was buried in my pillow. The ponytail that held my air suddenly let my neck be out in the open to be struck by the cool air coming down from the fan that hung off the high ceiling. For some reason there were no blankets on my bed to keep me from getting chilled by it, so I gave up on being able to go back into my slumber.

  Muscles popped as I stretched my arms high above my head, going so far as to brush my fingertips against the smooth oak of my headboard. The bed beneath me was long since formed to my body, having always curled up in the same position every night, despite the way I fell asleep, I always woke up curled into a ball and on my side. Cracking open an eye I glanced at the open curtains on my window, that lead out into a small balcony that was used more than the room itself. It was always easy to just lock myself out there on summer nights and lay under the stars as if I belonged there. The beige curtains fluttered in the light summer breeze, bringing in the sweet smell of sea water from the cliffs and the musty scent of the forests near-by.

  Taking a look around the room, everything seemed in place, just another normal day in the life of me. But as I sat up, a wicked headache was enough to remind me that last night had most certainly been anything but ordinary. I was still in the same clothes that I had gone to the concert in last night, all rumpled up from sleep and my fingers picked off a piece of leaf that was stuck to the hem of them. My heels were laid neatly near my bedside, standing at attention, waiting to be put on. I snorted, there was no chance I was wearing those things anytime soon, my feet were so sore that I wasn’t sure if they could handle just regular sneakers that I wore every day. My mind was struggling with the details of what exactly had gone down last night. Fleeting snapshots of memory reminded me that I had gotten into a fight with Casey, but after that was a blur. Now I was positive I had been drinking something besides ginger ale in the club last night. And they said they were alcohol free…

  The clock was silent, and I was glad that I had shut off the alarm the moment summer came around the corner, or else I would have been woken up a good four hours ago in a much worse mood than I was in now. But at least, good chances were, a nice long cool shower would help clear things up.

  So I peeled off all the clothes, chucking them into the dirty clothes hamper in the corner of the room with accuracy and ducked into my bathroom. The house was big, and considering both Cynthia had no job, and George did some sales thing from home, I don’t know how they managed the money. First idea was that they had money from dead parents and such, but there was just so much of it. We were practically isolated back here in the middle of nowhere, far away from any other houses and any sort of entertainment. It had its ups and downs. The shower was cool to the touch, just the way I wanted it, and felt so good cascading down my back which ached dully. Probably hadn’t slept all that good last night, because my calves were a bit sore too, of course, that could just be because of all the running I did last night. That tidbit came bubbling up in my subconscious; I had been running from something. But what had it been?

  “Mackenzie?” a voice called from the bedroom, and I peeked out of the shower, my head all lathered in shampoo. “Yeah?” I called back over the roar of the water pouring down the drain.

  “I’ll just wait until you’re done with your shower…” It was Cynthia, though I had no idea why she’d want me. Probably to remind me that it wasn’t healthy to stay up that late and sleep in so long. It’d mess up my sleeping habits. She was so a mom.

  Hurriedly I rinsed all of the suds out of my hair, and sleeked it through with the conditioner before stepping out of the shower, wrapping a big white towel tight around me. I walked out of the bathroom while using another towel to shake my hair dry. Cynthia cleared her throat, and I pulled it away from my face, the dark curls falling in my face partly in my eyesight. She was sitting on my bed, relaxed and yet… not at the same time, her hands clasped tightly on her lap. Her blonde hair was pin straight, falling down her back till it reached the middle of it, and her clear blue eyes analyzed me as if I were an experiment.