Somber

3

By the time Amara had woken up it was already well past the beginning of noon, as a matter of fact, the sun had began to go down when Amara had opened her eyes. Her heart sank a small bit, realising she just wasted what was practically an entire day, and scanned her bedroom to see if the posters on her walls had changed or had stayed the same.

They had of course stayed the same, Amara knew they would, but she just wanted to make sure because you can never be too sure what may happen in your life, it's a mysterious thing, one nobody knows the answer to and yet for some reason everyone acts like they do. It's arrogance, that's what Amara believes, she doesn't like stuck up people because they are just too full of themselves.

Like the bullies at school and the cousins who push her around at Thanksgiving, they're too naive, too stupid. It didn't matter at the moment to Amara even though she kept pondering about it because she had other things she needed to do, like not think about it. She swung her legs over her bed and planted them on the ground, hoisting herself up, she smiled softly to herself as she stumbled sleepily over to the door and opened it gently.

Going through it and into the hallway, she turned left and ended up in the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, she stripped of her clothes and turned the shower on, quickly hopping inside before anyone could accidentally walk in.

No one's ever done it to her before, walking in while she's nude anyways, but she's always prepared for that dreadful day to come by and so she made sure today was not that day. The warm water slid across her skin and then danced away into the drain going only god knows where, her Mother said that it led to the pipes which was of course obvious, but what Amara wanted to know was where did the pipes lead to?

That was the question she wanted an answer to, but she never got an answer.

Shoving the thought away for a while, she had grabbed the shampoo and began to clean her hair, scrubbing and grooming as the bubbles grew thicker in her hair, she giggled a small bit as she saw her reflection through the metal that held up the curtain before the steam could hide it.

Her hair was twisted up as if it were just dispensed from an icecream machine, and as she backed up into the water so it could be washed off she watched as it slowly melted back down into place. This was one of her favourite things when she was in the shower.

Next using the body wash, she lathered it on herself making sure to clean her armpits and other areas in which Amara remembered had to be kept clean, she smoothed soap over her legs and arms, as well as her neck and back which she usually has a hard time reaching but today seemed like a good day since she could clean it with ease.

Reaching a hand out and directing the shower head towards her, the soap slid off and glided down the drain just as the water was doing. Closing her eyes and sighing, she lastly took her razor from the hanging bar and shaved her armpits and legs, she was gentle enough not to nick herself, but not too gentle to the point where nothing would come off. She was in the perfect spot of pressure where the hair could be shaved off with no difficulty at all.

Once this all was completed, her hand reached out for the last time to put the razor back in place and shutting off the water. Scooting to the end of the shower, she poked her head out from behind the curtain to make sure nobody was inside the bathroom hiding, and once she found that it was safe, stepped outside and hurriedly wrapped a towel around her.

Amara caught her reflection out of the corner of her eye, and turned towards the mirror. Her face was somewhat babyish, but not too babyish to the point where it looks like she hadn't matured a bit. She was developed in her facial features, just not completely. She had a little beauty mark above her lip that was to the right, and her eyebrows were a little messy but not too much to the point where she looked like she had caterpillars on her face.

She had bright blue eyes, Amara's mom said it reminded her of the Caribbean ocean, but Amara didn't know what the Caribbean ocean looked like so she couldn't agree with her. Her left ear had a purple earring in it, but the right one had a green one, she felt it suited her more this way.

Matching wasn't very fun, or very creative, sure it looked nice, but Amara preffered mismatch things such as a white and a black sock, or pyjama pants and a school shirt, or a housecoat and some jeans, this was all things Amara liked and did, of course, she wasn't aloud out of the house in just a house coat and jeans, but by god could she at least dream of doing so.

Noises began to stir from the room across the bathroom, and Amara remembering hurriedly dashed out of the bathroom and into the room which was conjoined with hers, eyes darting around, they locked onto the cage and she skipped over peeking into the cage to see Munchie looking up at her, holding some lettuce.

A sigh of relief escaping Amara's lips, she opened the cage and scooped up Munchie in her hands. Munchie was a ferret who wasn't able to fully grow, she was the runt of the litter from a kill shelter and was in line to be executed an hour after Amara had met her. Amara was happy she had gotten there in time, and so it seems was the ferret.

Placing down Munchie on her bed, she slid a hoodie on and scooted some pyjama pants on, then picked up Munchie who happily crawled into the hood of her sweater. It was always like this, a routine Munchie and Amara could enjoy. Now fully dressed though, Amara could walk around the house. Seeing this as a cue to leave the room, she opened the door and walked out, making her way down the stairs to the Kitchen.

Amara spotted lettuce and other vegetables Munchie likes on the counter in a bamboo bowl. Munchie seeming to notice as well, grew quite excited and crawled down Amara's arm until she was curled up around her hand, once Amara was close enough, Munchie jumped off and dived into the food bowl happily munching on the vegetables and rolling around them.

Even though Amara wasn't necessarily supposed to discuss what happened with her parents, she wants to figure out who exactly was the body. Amara's sure they found out by now, it's been a little over twenty four hours and the police department work quite fast on a case like this. She's sure someone must have recognized the face, it's a small town after all.

Maybe they didn't find out though, because they're secretly dead. Amara's not sure, but she can't help but worry about the cops who looks so horrified when they hopped onto the scene. Amara's not entirely sure why, but she feels like she should have had the same expression as everyone else when she had first stumbled upon the corpse. She didn't, all she had felt was loathing that she would be put into another situation of contact with other people.

A thing she clearly did not want to be in. Before she could think of anymore though, she saw Munchie chewing on a piece of paper. Panicking, Amara hurriedly snatched it away from Munchie, not wanting him to give himself a stomach ache, and stared at the paper her eyes widening to see it was the phone number of the cop.

She was kind of tempted to call if she was being entirely honest, maybe they would answer the questions she wanted..... No, that's a stupid idea. If they answered her questions it would be against the law sinced this is a discreet case.

Maybe she should talk to someone though, the school psychologist? Or, anyone? She'd tell Munchie how she feels, but he already knows since she told him as soon as she got home. He always knew how she felt, it was why he was such a great ferret.

The ferret, somehow noticing the girl was a bit off, hopped out of the bowl, a carrot in his mouth, and crawled up Amara's sleeve nuzzling around her cold hand. A grin spreading across Amara's face, she brought the bowl with her to spoil Munchie, and walked up the stairs back to her room.