bluethunderalchemist

A young girl of about the age of 11 woke with a start. Her bedroom was completely dark, and through the tiny window opposite her bed she could see lightning flashing. She pulled her covers up to her nose and glanced around the room, shaking slightly. The room was practically empty, except for a wardrobe, a desk, a bookshelf and the bed she was laying in. She groaned and ran a hand through her long curly blond hair, wiping it out of her face. A particularily loud boom of thunder made her jump. She hopped out of her bed and crept to the door, opening it slightly and looking into the hallway. It was a grim place in which to grow up; the paint o