"Luke, wake up. It's five o'clock in the morning," My brother shouts from my doorway, giggling as he runs off.
I groan, sitting up as my eyes burn in the intense sun that's peaking through my thin curtains, bathing my room in a warm orange glow. I regret telling Daniel to wake me up: he was too good at it. Finally, my legs spun out of bed, raising my body. Shaking weakly, my heavy footsteps echoing through my room as I make it towards my mirror.
"I look like a mess," I mumble, sliding my shirt over my body. I hate mornings, but I couldn't hate today. Today is the festival of Fallen Stars, the one day in the year when my small town of Starlight gather together to celebrate the supernatural event that takes place at midnight. The only reason that I got up now is because I promised that I would help my friend set up our viewing spot. Due to the large crowd that usually forms in the town centre, my grandad finally decided to show us the spot he used to go to when he was a kid, a spot high up in the Starlight mountains that surround the village. Now, with grandad sadly passing away last year, this would be our first time up there alone. And the ghost stories he used to tell would be our memory of him: a memory which included us screaming.
I finally finish sorting out my clothes, looking somewhat decent. I have horrible fashion. I then excitedly swing down the stairs, landing with a thud in the centre of my hallway. My mum, who is currently dressing my little brother for school, looks up at me, a smile spreading across her face.
"You're in a good mood. Excited that your off school today?" She giggles, her eyes returning to my brother, who had just poured milk over his jumper. Her annoyed sigh seems to haunt the house in seconds, turning it from a joyful place to one where it felt like something was watching me. It feels like eyes, staring at me.
"Mother, how does your sigh always make the house feel haunted?"
In a comedic voice, she replies, "Well, when kids are irritating like this, that feeling of being haunted is the ghost of them after I throw them from my bedroom balcony. Isn't it Dan?" Dan lets out a laugh, which also echoes.
"If Dan goes missing one day, you're going to be my prime suspect," I chuckle.
"Well, that's if you find me. I'll run from the country, and learn how to speak French," She finally sorts out Daniel, and sprints to the toaster, holding a tub of butter.
"Question, how will you get to France from here, without being noticed?" I ask, due to us living in England.
"Mother magic, you wouldn't know," she chucks a slice of toast to me, which I bite instantly.
"Well, I need to get going. Jake's probably waiting for me up on Sharvile peak,"
"Have a good day love," My mother shouts as I close the door.
Finally out of that.
I grab my bike from the front of the house, instantly speeding down the hill at max speed. We live on the outskirts of Starlight, on the south end of the village. And Sharvile peak is on the north of the village. Which meant it was time for a thirty minute bike ride. It may be a village, but the surrounding mountains are pretty far from each other.