Two Sides Of A Coin

Chapter 1

     Happy New Year guys. Wish you success during this year
          
                    Adira's POV
   
      Before the alarm could even ring, I was already up, a few minutes before it. I didn't know what had woken me and not wanting to dwell on it, shrugged it off as just a change in environment. It took me a couple of minutes to steady my heart which was beating way too fast causing my breaths to be shallow and fast. I really had no idea what had woken me but since I was already up, I decided to start my day with my normal morning routine.
      I went over to my closet and drew the door open. I immediately picked out what i wanted to wear and put it on. Looking down at myself, I couldn't help but smile. My shorts were really short an I wore only a sports bra. My hair was in a ponytail and the look was completed with my white sports shoe. I looked sexy, just the way I liked it. I went over to my dressing table and picked my arm bracelet and wore it on the upper side of my arm. Now I was ready to go.

         Walking out of the room, and stepping into the hallway, I was once again struck by how beautiful the house is. I have to give it to my father, he knows how to overdo things. The house was pretty much still empty as I had just arrived yesterday to the new place I was to call home for at least a year
       
      As I walked into the living area, I saw my hellhounds both looking at me as I desended the stairs. I smiled, they were the closet things I could call friends or family.

       Hmmmm I've smiled two times under one hour. Today must be a good day and I haven't killed anybody although, it wasn't much, but it was something

        I crossed the living area to the door and opened it allowing my hellhounds to go first before shuting the door and locking it. I started slowly jogging towards the path I had made yesterday. The more I jogged, the more my thoughts were wandering, knowing my " dogs" had been with me when marking out the territory for our morning exercise.

      First things first, my mother. I really didn't know what to think about her. One one hand, I hated her guts. She left me, a small girl with my father. It wasn't as if my father was a bad man, who am I kidding, yes he was but I respected him but growing up with him had been difficult especially for a small child who couldn't remember anything about your life. You had to trust that whatever you were told was the truth and what I knew about my mother made me hate her. Then on the other hand, she is my mother and there's still a part of me that wants to see her and talk to her and maybe a little hope that  maybe she loved. That's the part that still held on to her, making me feel like she was still there like what happened this morning.

         My father was a whole different matter. The man that brought me up had been hard on me especially when I had just come to him. I hated that me. It was weak and pathetic and that memory made me sick. I owe it to my father for making me the second most feared in my land. Of course, after my father. As a king, he did well, as a leader, he was amazing but as a father, he was shitty and almost impossible just like this last assignment he's given me.

           I don't know whether this was a trick assignment so he could say I wasn't ready for the throne. He had being postponing the date for my coronation and it was getting on my nerves. He had trained me since I was little but now the time was here, he couldn't give it up. He had just told me one morning in the throne room that he had a last assignment for me and then, he would confidently relinquish the throne to me. Intrigued, I had accepted only to learn that I was to find 3 guys who he thought were in California and that's why I was here. No description of the boys, no information about them but I was to find them. I had asked how the hell I was to find them but his response was confusing. You'll know and that was the end. But I had to do this even with the odds against me, I had to prove him wrong. Now I was to attend UCLA. I had told my father I didn't want to go but he had said it'll help me with my assignment and of course even though I knew everything they were going to teach, I was still expected to pass. My father always said you should be the best. Even in a fake situation like this

         The barking of my dogs made me realize we had come back home. Opening the door, I mentally prepared myself for the day ahead and every other day. Dealing with humans was never my best forte. Things were bound to get messy.