A code for an Alpha

Chapter 2

The buzing of my alarm clock wakes me up. I open one eye and peer at the numbers on the screen its 5:00 am. Taking a deep breath I force my self out of bed. I can already smell freshly brewed coffee that my dad probably made. The lights flicker on and I grimace when I see my face in the mirror, left over eyeliner is smudged half way down my check. My hair could easily be mistaken for a birds nest that just went though the garbage disposal. An over sized tee-shirt hangs off my shoulders and my Mickey Jammie's form bags around my ankles. I rub away the sleepy look from my chocolate brown eyes and grab the make up remover. After scrubbing for a solid 10 minutes my face is finally make up free. I reapply my favorite black eye liner and mascara.  Pasty chap stick covers my lips and I rub them together smoothing it out. Stepping back I look at my reflection I don't look to bad. I slip on a white tank top and tie a flannel shirt around my waist.  A pair of jeans hug my hips and butt in all the right places. I grab my prepacked bag and rush down the stairs. The clock on top of the fridge says it's already 5:30 I'm late. I take out 3 plates, napkins and glasses and throw them on the table. I hear rustling coming from upstairs my brothers and mother must be getting up now. I scrabble to throw eggs in a pan in the stove, the toast is already in the toaster so all I have to do press it down. I fill up each glass with orange juice and carefully fold each napkin with the forks placed on top. My brother Josh comes down stairs first, he's eleven with blonde curls. I'm not sure how he even got them because neither of my parents have blonde hair. Tucker comes down next still in his pj's he is older than me by a little bit but we ended up in the same year. Tucker is the classic ladies man he always has a new "flavor" of the week and he has always tried to save me from my mom's wrath. He gave me a small smile a ghost of a bruise still shown right above his check bone. I looked away and went back to stirring the almost done eggs. The stairs creaked as a short women with brown hair and is slightly hunched over walk down the stairs. Bright red lipstick was smeared unevenly on her face.  Her hair was already done it was magic that she could get ready so fast. A thick coat of eyeliner and mascara smothers the top and bottom of her blood shot eyes.  This women, ladies and gentle men happens to be my hung over mother,
"What the hell are you looking at," her shrill voice fills my ears. Quickly I look away hoping she will let it go.
"Why isn't my breakfast ready yet?" She questions me.
"It's right here Ma'm" I stammer as I place the eggs on her plate with the toast. Her eye brows raise an I can tell she isn't happy but she doesn't say anything... yet. I serve my brothers and I start cleaning up the dishes. Tucker looks at me then at his food, I shake my head signally him it's okay to eat it and I'll get something latter. Sighing he takes a bite. I quickly finish and a car horn beeps in the yard I run to my bag but trip over a chair legs and fall on my face.
"you stupid girl. when will you learn you are not to be clumsy in this house." my mom laughs, she gets up from her seat and slaps me across the face.
"You will learn," she whispers so only I can hear. The car beeps again and I grab my bag and leave. Sarah one of my friends looks at my cheek but doesn't say any thing.  She knows that I don't like to talk about what happens in my house.
"So," she begins "how was your summer, do anything fun?"
"Not really I didn't leave the house much I just got to the library. What did you do?" I say.
"My family went on an awesome vacation I wish you had went with us. when we were at the beach I swear I saw a shark..." An that is how the majority of my rides to school were. My friends would always talk about something that they did that was exciting and fun, really I don't mind all to much but it makes me sad knowing I will never have a life like theirs.

We got to school in what felt like an hour but was just fifteen minutes, I really hate small talk. Taking a deep breath I walk into one of my least favorite places on Earth, high school.