Amy looked around her new room before letting out a giggle and jumping onto her fluffy bed. She pressed her face into her soft pillows and smiled.

Amy could not believe it. She finally had the room of her dreams and she was in a town where she knew she would belong. She had taken hours to unpack her things and make her room look like it finally was home to someone.

Her striped black and golden walls made her giggle once more. Two years ago, she had asked her father if she could paint her room in stripes of golden and black. Her father had been forward in saying 'no' but little did she know that he would remember that request and paint her new room according to it.

Amy's room was small, just enough for one person to live comfortably in. She had her study desk on one side of the room and the door connecting her bedroom to her bathroom was on another side. She had taken the effort of sticking neon stars on her ceiling (which was an extremely difficult task when she had no ladder) by jumping on her bed and grinning when the star stuck to the ceiling. Amy was lucky that her room had a low ceiling.

A small shelf beside her room door was stacked with books and Amy could not wait for the new shelf that was coming to store her remaining books. The best part of her room, though, was her bed. It was huge, bigger than any bed Amy had ever had, and the moment she saw it, she knew that most of her time in the house would be spent with her sitting on her bed, reading a heartbreaking book and crying her poor lungs out.

The quick unpacking of all her things within a few hours, and the frenzy of excitement that had rushed through her when she saw her new room, was slowly wearing off and Amy let out a soft yawn.

Curling into her bed, she placed her head on the pillow and wrapped the blanket around herself before falling into the land of sleep.

"Wake up," she heard someone say but Amy just rolled her body away. She was thoroughly enjoying the comfort of her bed and there was no way she was going to get up unless something serious had happened, like the house getting caught on fire.

"Come on, Amy. Wake up," the annoying voice said again and Amy felt someone tap her shoulder. She let out a small huff and pressed her pillow against her ears. The voice muffled out and she smiled, going back to her dreams.

Suddenly, she felt the loud blare of the alarm clock ringing beside her ear. The noise was unexpected and she jumped out of her bed, tripping over the blanket as she tried to run away from the noise. Unfortunately, her head hit the foot of the bed and banged against it.

A loud throbbing could be felt and as Amy hesitantly reached out to touch her wound, she felt a slight bump forming. Angrily, she turned her head towards the person responsible for the entire ordeal.

"Mom!" she exclaimed loudly, her lips turned into a frown.

Her mom smiled apologetically and winced while looking at Amy's bruise. It was turning black and blue and she could only imagine how painful it was.

"Sorry, sweetheart," she said, "I was trying to wake you up but you weren't waking up. And I had seen videos where they wake people up like that. So I thought–" she stopped halfway, to embarrassed to complete her sentence.

Amy smiled, shaking her head slightly. "It's alright, Mom," she said, before asking, "Why were you waking me up though? It's still so early," she continued, looking out of the open window to see the sky turning into a dark blue color from midnight black.

Her mother grimaced and carefully started, "Sweetheart, I know this is fast but you know the principal of the town's school was a very good friend of us, right?" Amy nodded. "So, he tried to convince us to send you to school the day after we came here."

Amy furrowed her eyebrows. "And what did you guys say to that?"

Her mom winced. "We said yes."

Amy tilted her head to the side. "Wait.. What do you mean?"

Her mom had a hopeful face, probably hoping that Amy wouldn't make too much of a big fuss over the news she was going to hear.

"It means that you have to start school. Today."