Chapter 1: One
I always wonder if this was how it's supposed to be, if this insane world was my destiny. Possibly if there was something else in store for my life.
A threatening growl ripped through my thoughts and through the floor into the small room in the basement, my so called room. The growl was most definitely one belonging to the alpha of this pack, his name is Richard. His mate had died in an attack against our pack when we were still strong and mighty. The number that had to be buried was sickening, sadly we had to see our beloved luna among the bodies. She had kept the alpha tamed and good. When she left for the moon goddess she had left only Richard to take care of their son, Darren, and their pack.
The mindset he had once had was disrupted, disorder exploding everywhere and no one could take cover fast enough to come out unscathed. As the years went by so did his love and compassion, anything he used to love he hated for the thoughts of his wife went with them. Anything he had hated he had stomped over and abused.
Sadly I am one of those things he had hated. Rogues, he despised them. I was once a rogue, abandoned and lost at a young age, the beta had found me and took me back to the pack. As I was just a small young pup, I was no danger but for some reason I was despised by the man that was in control here. I just fell into the mess of what he had abused.
As I made my way up the stairs and into the kitchen I kept my head down, no one wanted to anger this man anymore than he already was. I waited patiently for a hand to make contact with my cheek, I was late making the pack breakfast why wouldn't I be punished? At least that was his view. But when I slowly looked up there were alien people amidst us. Our alpha had started to lean down towards me, an agonisingly long time had past before he lips brush my ear.
"Don't be a little bitch now, go make us some breakfast. And if it's good you might get out of the beating for being late later." His words are quiet and soft but held a sense of authority and horror to them. I nod my head and quickly got to work.
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I when I had finished I walked down the step to let them eat in peace. Dressing myself for school was next on my list of what I needed to do. Putting on the disastrous uniform of my school almost had me clawing to get out. As I pull my hair into a tight bun, one of the few hairstyles they allowed us to have, I grabbed my bag. Walking up the stairs and through the house was a hassle, I wasn't to be seen when I wasn't doing chores.
When I had finally made is outside unseen I started my way towards school. There was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that someone was watching me. Though no one would probably be watching me the feeling never ceased, even when I had reached the school building. All this time not once had I turned around. If I did I probably would be dead on the side of the dirt road leading to the pack house or being kept in some basement.
All the possibilities as to why someone would want me floated through my mind. I could be wanted for a slave as I already am, someone could simply be in the mood to kill a random bystander that just so happened to be in their way, one the one I dread most, sex. Not the fact of sex that scares me but someone forcing me, raping me, it's terrifying.
I walk into the school and hold my breath, my eyes going crazy, looking every which way. Fear climbing through my body, raising the hair on the back of my neck. I could hear someone sniffing and walking towards the closet in which I hid myself. The chance is near 100% that they were looking for me. As the footsteps stopped and stood in front of the door, sniffing again and waiting. As if they had been conflicted with what to do, maybe even where to go.
An agitated scream echos through the halls and and soon the unknown person's footsteps could be heard running away. The shadow of their feet disappear with it. The scream rips through the air, disrupting the loud gasps of relief washing over me. The obnoxious clicking of heels on the school's tile floors ceased all the talking in the hallway. Only the click clack of the heels and mumbles of who pissed the 'princess' of Mount Adinson's High School yet again.
Her name is Jakayla Tisdale, she's known for her impeccable beauty and hateful personality. Her gorgeous chocolate skin is as smooth as what we can only imagine was a cloud. Her hazel eyes always shine, the makeup around them perfectly suiting her. Her newest obsession is a bright red lipstick the complemented her so well, which she was no doubt wearing today though I hadn't seen her yet.
Her asshole personality stuck out, making you hate the bitch she was but with no doubt we are all entranced by her beauty. It's no wonder her popularity has risen. Walking out the closet I finally see the devil herself clomping down the hall, seething anger. I quickly tried to myself blend with the rest of the population, not trying to subject myself into her disposal. She was one of many who had caused my high school year to become nightmares. It's wondrous how still I'm alive with all of the trauma and hatred that been forced upon me, even by myself.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts I breathe in the horrid stench of life, well the reality of my own that is. After the hallways clear I ever so faintly walk towards my first period, almost like I was tiptoeing away from a beast scouring for me. Regardless of my grades or social presence I get quite a lot of attention when walking into the class. It'd last for the first couple of weeks of school and when we have new students, always coming in late gives a bad reputation with the teacher and a snort out of the student body. Never had I made myself seem organized, smart or stable. My lack of capability when it comes to school subject never ceases to amaze whoever witnesses.
The classes pass by at an incredibly fast speed due to the horror of what might await me I walk out of those doors and start my way towards the house. When the bell rang for our next period, my head down as I walked towards the gymnasium, someone bumps into me. As I'm falling towards the ground the books in my arms scatter around me, some landing open onto the floor. My head spins when it hits the tile, a bursting pain erupts from it. I hear someone growl ever so slightly, barely audible even with my intense and sensitive hearing.
My eyes flash around, looking wildly to wherever it might have come from, only not to find anyone but laughing peers. Gathering my books, binders, and what little dignity I had left after this accident I slowly climb off of the dirty floor. Walking everso fast, looking for an escape from the embarrassment, I soon make my way into the girls' locker rooms and change into yet another dreadful uniform, this one however for P.E. The class was a favorite for most of the students here for our enhanced abilities but for some it was the worst. It was a place to be beaten and laughed at when the stronger students fought against you.
There was nothing fair about the arrangements that were put into place. Anyone against anyone else, regardless of their abilities. Fear typically runs through all of the lower class people, whom I am apart of. Status is held to the highest of responsibility here. It is something you are either born into or placed when you come. Never, even if you rise higher than anyone else of higher status, can it be changed. You are stuck forever in this class, possibly mistreated and used.
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aurelia_faye
aurelia_faye This is a story I wrote years ago and published on wattpad, I never finished and it was in really bad shape. I started rewriting it at the end of 2018 but only got through one chapter. If I ever get any feedback I'll start writing it again. I havent had the motivation to write the past few months, but I'd like to start again but I'd like to have people actually interested in what I write before I carry on. So if you're interested by this first chapter please do let me know in the comments.
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