I quickly stripped and threw on a random pair of skinny jeans, a long-sleeved black sweater, and my black combat boots. I didn't question her, there would be time for that later. We have to go now." She flew around my room, throwing my clothes and toiletries in my bag. "Hey!" I protested, but she didn't acknowledge me. She dumped its contents onto the floor unceremoniously, and they hit with a bang. She didn't give any explanation, just rushing into my closet and emerging with my backpack. She looked frantic, and I realized it was worse than I thought. "Mom, what's wrong? Are you alright?" I asked as I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. She only ever used my full name when I was in trouble or in emergencies. Her faded red hair was tousled from sleep, and she was still in her robe. I opened my eyes to find my mother standing over me, a look of panic on her face. "Up! Get up, Amirykal!" my mother's voice roused me from my blissful sleep, and I was instantly wide awake.
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