56

The New student

The soft, golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Damien’s room. Outside, birds chirped happily, filling the crisp autumn air with their lively melody. The sky was a clear blue, with only a few wisps of clouds lazily drifting by, promising a perfect day ahead.

Damien stirred under the covers, blinking against the light that gently nudged him awake. His eyes slowly adjusted as he stretched, feeling the coolness of the morning air against his skin. He could hear the faint sounds of life stirring in the house – the clatter of dishes, the hum of conversation, the smell of coffee drifting up from the kitchen.

Pushing himself out of bed, Damien ran a hand through his tousled hair and glanced at the clock. It was still early, but the day had already begun. He quickly threw on a t-shirt and jeans before heading down the hall to find his younger sister, Clary, already waiting by the stairs.

“Good morning,” she greeted him with a