Hierarchy (Twilight)

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The room I was given had two beds on the wall across from the door and wooden floors that was blanketed by a carpet. Between the two beds was a large vintage chest acting as a night stand. The wooden bed frames were simple and the beds themselves were extremely comfortable. There was a large window between the two beds above the chest. There was a wooden wardrobe with built in drawers across from the beds as was as a dark three shelf bookcase to the left the wardrobe tucked into the corner.

I was quick to unpack my few boxes putting my clothes into in the wardrobe and put my shoes by my door. I put my books on the shelf and placed my laundry basket beside one of the beds and tucked it into the corner. I sat down on the bed to the left of the door and took an unstable breathe. I knew once tonight's dinner was served my dad would be gone and onto his way to Russia to teach English. I looked over at my door as my dad stood in the doorway knocking softly on the exposed wooden doorframe.

"You settled in, Alex?" I nodded to my dad as he walked into my new room and placed a box onto the bed opposite to me.

"Just the books you forgot in the backseat." I nodded again as he kissed the crown of my head before walking out.

I put the few books in the box away the bookshelf before I closed the door and locked it before stripping down and changing. I got into black track pants and a dull orange pull on sweater. I grabbed The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien and opened my door back up and walked into the living room. Billy, Sarah, and my dad were talking in the kitchen well Rebecca, Rachel, and Jacob stood out on the porch talking to a large group of boys. I stood awkwardly in the hall between both conversations as I gripped tightly onto my book as though it was my life line.

I felt awkward seeing everyone already so comfortable. I was seeing the hierarchy again, and I was at the bottom. I was already born half of their enemy, thought I knew some of them didn't know it, and if they did they might not admit it. I was the youngest, weakest, and I was the outcast.

"...lex, Alex?" I shook my head as I came out of my thoughts to dad waving his hand in my face.

Everyone was looking at me as I cleared my throat and rolled my shoulders. I backed up from dad as I cleared my throat one last time before rushing back to my room. I closed the door and panted as I suddenly felt less suffocated. I tossed my book onto the bed and held my head in my hands as I struggled to calm down. It was weird that I felt so out of place, I visually fit into most places, even if genetically I was out of the ball park, but here at the reserve I was the weirdest one around.

I had pin-curl hair, well they all had either straight or wavy hair. I had bright ginger hair when they all had the same black to dark brown hair. They all had beautiful russet skin well I looked like I've never seen the sun a day in my life. I wasn't buff or fit, instead I looked like I hadn't lifted a thing during all 13 years of my life despite my ability to lift enormous amounts of weight. I was out of place, and I wasn't comfortable in the slightest, I would've probably been better off living with the vampire coven that my dad had mentioned earlier.