It was a seemingly normal day in the life of dear Sierra. She woke up at five a.m. sharp to watch the sunrise. After that she made breakfast fit for a king for merely herself then went for a walk. When she got home, she read her books like usual, then watched her usual shows until the evening. Her usual routine. However, today was slightly different from all the other days she'd had. The atmosphere has a strange feeling to it, the sky was slightly darkened. It was never like that back in Europe. Maybe it was just America that felt like this. She wouldn't have been surprised. Little would Sierra know that things in her life were about to take a very drastic turn for the worse.