ALEX's POV~
The sweet aroma of cigarettes, abortions, and the sweat of jocks who think their all that danced across my face.
This was Highschool, Cedar Highschool to be exact, and this school was hell, well I might be exaggerating a tad bit. Highschool was never my strong suit. It was how you say "fucking retarded". The only friends I had there were Artemisia Montgomery, Oliver Sach, Zach Longhorn, Cheyenne Brown, and Hailey Starchart. These were some of the many people who didn't look at me like I was a fucking creep.
My first class was chem. with Mr. Spencer who in my opinion was the devil himself. Mr. Spencer was a fit man with salt and peper hair, although his features handsome his iner core was evil, pure darkness, death itself, and all he had to do was give me my homework (the antichrist).
I had imagined leaving this place, I had even told my parents, but they were always eager to keep me here for some odd reason. I mean Cedar City wasn't exactly New York but it was a peaceful little town, a line of forest and mountain engulfed the city, businesses and shops surrounded it. Not exactly dangerous, but every now and then there was a distinct howl of the ancient primordial wolf, huh, we rarely get wolves.
"Hey, Alex" said a voice freeing me from my trance.
"Um, Hey" I said responding to my best friend/Sister Shianne.
Shianne was my best friend since birth. Shianne had chocolatey skin wich matched her straight cinnamon colored hair. Shianne was tall yet shortz, her height 5'8 wich was only 4 inches from my head. She brandished her Black Veil Brides shirt, and her torn jeans.
According to Shianne I wasn't much to look at, I thought it too. I had blue green eyes, cinnamon colored skin, and a broad chin like my father and brother. My hair was shaved at the left side, not so much that I was bald, kind of like a slight shave, the right side was my normal long blonde hair that fell to my shoulders, today I hadn't done much with it all I did was pull it into a sloppy braid that swept to the right side of my body.
I was muscular, but not too muscular I was just average.
I'm not one to care about my clothes, but I wore a simple black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, ripped at the knees, my red converse also ripped, and a floppy grey beanie that made my hair cover my right eye.
"You coming to the family reunion, tonight" She said.
"Obviously, dumbass" I said before wailing in pain as she punch my bicep.
It was eighth period now, the clock ticking from 2:58 to 3:00. As the time passed all I could think about was the family reunion, which was odd I never thought about my family bef- "RING" my thoughts cut off by the low scream of the school bell.
I followed the tsunami of students getting pushed and shoved in the process.
"Ahhhh fresh air" I muttered to my self.
As I walked over to the street a black van with tinted windows came reering up behind me not noticing I simple just ignored the two men jumping from the van and pulling me inside. I screamed but my screams died when a gag came to my lips.
The first figure removed his black hood revealing his features to me. The man was no stranger to me, this man was my father's closest advisor and child, this man was my brother Mitchell.
