Wait For Me

The blare of my alarm clock ripped me from the fading remnants of a dream—a dream of flashing lights, winged figures, and a face I couldn't quite place, yet felt strangely familiar. Groaning, I slammed a hand down on the buzzing offender.
"Alright, alright, I'm up!" I muttered to the empty room, pushing myself out of bed. The first rays of morning sun streamed through the gap in my curtains, momentarily blinding me as I tugged them open. My eyes, a deep shade of blue, slowly adjusted to the brightness of a new day.
Routine took over. A quick shower, the familiar scent of my shampoo, then the comfortable weight of my school uniform. Before heading downstairs, I paused by a framed photo on my desk: my adoptive parents, smiling, with a much younger me nestled between them. A small, contented smile touched my lips.
Locking the front door behind me, I cast a quick glance back at the house, ensuring everything was secure. Just another ordinary day, or so I thought, as I began the walk to school.