Heir of Burberry

I always thought my life was ordinary-stuck in the hum of

school halls, the low murmur of neighbors gossiping across

the street, and the occasional jolt of chaos that seemed normal

in every seventeen-year-old's world. But lately, something

had started slipping past the edges of ordinary. Small things-

shadows bending in ways they shouldn't, whispers I couldn't

place, a tug in the back of my mind that pulled me toward

people, places, and events before I even realized I wanted to.

It was Tuesday morning when it hit me first. I sat on the edge

of my bed, brushing my long, rose-tinted hair into a braid,

my reflection fragmented in the cracked mirror. The sunlight

streaming through the blinds fell in streaks across my face,

and for a moment, I thought I saw a crown hovering above my

head-like gold threads spun from the sun itself. My breath

caught. I blinked. Nothing. Just me, messy hair and my worn

hoodie staring back.