What's on my boots?! (EDITING)

Chapter 1.

 1.

"You've got to be kidding me..." I grumble under my breath. After flicking my hair out of my eyes and storming up to my room I drop down on my bed and open up my laptop. Seconds later my Dad, the Alpha of the Red Cross Pack, throws open the door and crashes into my room.

"Get back downstairs now!" He roars. I can literally see the pulse in his head throbbing, I think it's growing...

"No. Your both being ridiculous! Grounded for two weeks for being one little hour late! It bloody takes the mick!" I shrieked back at him. I get this every bleeding day. Same old, Same old. I don't understand why they say it? I'm not going to change for anyone, no way, no how.

"Alex" My Dad growled in his Alpha tone. "Get. Down. Stairs. Now!" He spat at me. He treat me like this all me likes. All he could do that would hurt me would be to take me away from the pups. But I don't like even he is that bad of a father, I mean I'm his only child.

"I said, No!" I was standing in front of him now, not willing to back down. I stared him in the eyes and let out a deep growl right from the back of my throat. This was how we started battles in our pack's; by growling and trying to stare each other down. I wasn't going to be the first to look away.

I'm sick of my parents. They hate me. Oh I'm not some depressing emo girl who thinks the whole world is against her; I know they hate me. I was an accident you see. They didn't want to have me. My mother got pregnant by accident and then my grandmother, bless her heart, said that if my mother had an abortion then she would disown her, and that would bring dishonour to the whole pack.

My Dad's face suddenly just went straight and almost calm. Now that was scary. With his mouth a straight line and his eyes ice cold, he easily won our little battle.

"Alex. This was the last straw. I give up with you."  His voice was as cold and hard as his expression; a man of steel my father."Your mother and I have agreed that it is time to move you away from the pack. You are becoming a bad influence to the pups. You are moving to the farm in Cornwall."

My face fell at this as my heart cracked in my chest. No, no, please God no. All the threats, please say he is joking. I'm a town wolf! I can't live like that! The smell! The work! I can't do it! And the pups! What about the pups! I love them. I can't leave the pups. All my cousins and friends.

"Dad... No. I... I can't" My voice was quiet and fragile but my Dad ignored me and just walked to the door.

"Get your stuff packed. You're leaving tomorrow morning" His cold voice mocked me with it's harsh words as he drifted away. He can't be doing this. I won't last. I'm a town wolf. I'm a town wolf.

Oh my god, please say there isn't any wolves there... Well, if there is I guess my Dad will know them. They will be nice. But... I'm not like them... I don't look like other wolves, I'm white and other wolves are brown... Oh my god. This is going to be a disaster I can see it coming. Why is my Dad doing this to me?! I won't forgive him for this. Ever.

"I hate you!" I screamed at the door but I knew he heard me. Since after all he was a monster. Just like me.

I threw my pillow across the room and it smashed into my cupboards. I can't believe it, he's finally snapped. I stood up stiffly and walked to my wardrobe. In it was all of my clothes, all of my lovely dresses. I glared at them. No. They were the weren't me, I was going to become a whole different person. Someone my parents would hate even more than this pretty lady-like girl I am now; the real me.

I picked up the dresses and flung them around the room. I then reached my arm to the back of my wardrobe and pulled out an old shoe box. Inside were my favourite shoes ever. My red converse boots almost glowed. I can't believe I'm actually doing this... No! No worries, this is the real me. Alex Blane is out to play and Dad, you better be ready!

Ahh, yess. This was the real me. I threw my clothes off and snatched up a black vest top, black tight skinny jeans and a black leather jacket. After I was dressed I accesorised my look with a red and black starred necklace and a red starred belt. After throwing on my red converse boots I grabbed my suitcase and begin throwing in my CD's, books and everything I owned. Except the dresses. I even put my heels in my suitcase. Just the dresses were to stay here: in my past.

Then I got up and walked downstairs to the living room where my Mum and Dad were watching TV as if nothing had happened. As if my leaving wasn't a bad thing, just getting rid of the rubbish.

"Write me down the instructions to get to the farm please." My stony voice replied, I couldn’t feel any emotion at all. If my Dad can be heartless, why can't I?

"They are on the side" The devil mocked me with his chilly voice. I glance over to the little table by the wall and true to his word there was already a piece of paper on the side with some scribbled writing on it. Right then and there my heart broke. They really want me gone.

Well that's what you get Alex for trying to care for people, I thought grimly to myself. I snatched up the paper's and shoved them in my back pocket.  Grabbing the handles of my bag's I strode to the door.

"Alex." My Dad's voice called from the living room, I turned around quickly waiting for his reply, hoping beyond doubt that he might give me one last chance.

"What?" I call back to him. Suddenly a key came flying at me. "What the-"

"It's for the farmhouse. Tell Grayson we say Hi when you see him." And then he turned back around to the T.V. Completely ignoring me once again, just my life story really. That's it? No fucking goodbye though?! Well, why am I surprised? They never really cared before.

Fine. I'm leaving then. I snatched up the key and strode to the door, not letting the tears that threatened to flood over show. I will not cry for them. I will not. As I stepped out the door into the cold wind, I knew that from then on I would never call that place home.