Ahmed slid down the spiraling stairs with excitement, just before he reached the last few steps he jumped off landing at the bottom case and made his way to the kitchen grabbing an apple before trying to escape.
"Ahmed!" An angry shout came from the living room, he sighed and stopped in his tracks, turning around with a mesmerizing smile.
"Mamushka!" He called out as he spread his arms wide going in for a hug.
"What are you wearing?!" The middle aged woman backed up as she gave the young man a scrutinizing gaze.
"Ehh, clothes?" Ahmed timidly replied.
"I told to stop wearing black back to back, it's as if you don't have any other clothes!" She reprimanded before pinching his ear and dragging him back upstairs.
She took him back to his room and opened his wardrobe picking out better looking clothes.
"But Ma, I told you I have white phobia." Ahmed complained feeling wronged, why did she always have to pick white?
"And I have black phobia but do you listen to my fashion advise?" The mother countered leaving him speechless.
Since when had his convinient excuse get a counter?
"But I really don't like white. Let's negotiate on this please, today's an important day." He pleaded.
The Middle aged woman stared at her son briefly before sighing, "fine I'll choose grey, but on the condition that you only carry one set of black clothes, agreed?"
"Yes!" Ahmed smiled as he leapt forward wanting to embrace his mother.
"Hands of," she smacked his open hand, "your only being affectionate because you'll not be seeing me for months."
"No I'm not, I just love my mom's." He smiled he placed then clothes she picked onto his bed and led her out of the room.
He quickly stripped himself of his former clothes and remained standing in front of his wardrobe mirror.
He put on his blue jean pants, grey tunic shirt and a blue jacket, a rather simple set of clothes.
After putting on his bag he stood up to his full height of five foot nine, and smiled at his reflection.
Not because he was overly satisfied with his own appearance, though he could be considered to be quite handsome. Rather because he was testing to see which smile came off as the most charming.
He skin was tanned yet fair, his short hair swept freely in the wind with its midnight blue color, and his eyes were a bright shade of sapphire blue.
Ahmed was not only tall for his age, he was fifteen after all, but his frame was lean and well built. Despite this he had a kind and inviting disposition. His presence made others feel comfortable.
He left his room once more only this time he walked down the stairs instead of sliding down.
He found his mother patiently waiting standing in front of their house's exit with a small proud smile, her eyes were teary but still carried a depth of love that was maternal and instinctive.
"I'll be going ma," he stood in front of the lady, his eyes held hers even though he had to look down.
MJ, Ahmed's mother was on the shorter side of her family, her husband was tall, her daughter was tall and her son's even the last one was tall. She had gotten used to looking up over the years and everytime she did she couldn't help but smile.
'They've grown up.' She always thought.
Right now her heart was in turmoil, her youngest son was finally leaving home and venturing onto his own path, she would be left by herself.
She didn't like staying alone but ultimately knew that it was for their best to spread their wings.
She felt proud that all her kids had finally stepped out of home on their own two feet, she felt like a kid who had just gotten first place on their test or an athlete who came out on top on their sport.
"I will write call you every once in a while, promise." Ahmed pressed his head against hers and closed his eyes.
"I know you will, take care of yourself. We all love you." She gently hugged him as she held back her tears, she didn't want to wet his shoulders.
The two broke the hug with Ahmed finally stepping outside, he looked up to the sky and watched the drifting clouds briefly before he made his way towards the transport area.
In Aria, Ahmed's world, when a child reaches the age of fifteen they are to go to the Myriad Temple to awaken.
This awakening took place at the last month of the year when all kids of that year had turned fifteen.
Ahmed himself turned fifteen nearly half a year ago but since the awakening ceremony was a global thing no one could rush it, no matter the backing.
Ahmed soon arrived at the train station where he showed the attendants his Identification card, fifteen was also the year when kids became young adults.
After briefly reading his card the attendant led him to the train and quickly boarded him no questions asked, it was law that all fifteen year olds would travel free on the month of awakening. This was to make sure all kids had the chance to awaken.
Ahmed looked around his unit, it was filled with kids the same age as him, he smiled at them and looked for a seat between two or three people at maximum.
He found a group of the said range and joined them with a charming smile, "hi, I'm Reeves, Ahmed Reeves."
"Not cool bro," the boy sitting opposite of his responded, "you sound like those the detectives of the old ear movies."
Ahmed's lip twitched but he maintained composure, 'there goes my cool entrance.'
"Don't mind Kane, he's just jealous 'cause his second name isn't cool." The boy sitting next to Kane laughed.
"It's ok." Ahmed waved off.
"I'm Hale, Peter Hale, nice to meet you." Hale introduced with a smile before his eyes wandered to Kane whose eyebrows were twitching.
"I'm Kane, just Kane." He stated firmly not wanting to say his second name.
The boys laughed at his. Poor attempt to hide his name but didn't press, the journey to awakening had just begun, and for Ahmed it wasn't a bad start.