Love Bites

Love Bites: Chapter 1

:: Chapter One || New School || ::

"Alaska get up!" Virgina whines from outside my door.

Yeah... Virgina and Alaska... My parents are from Alaska and Virgina. Put two and two together you understand our situation.

I'm just on the lucky side because I got Alaska. I love my sisters name, but to me for some reason Alaska seem more special.

I stand and glance in the mirror. I hated my face. Everyone rather have my sister, and I'm not even glanced at once.

I look at my reflection before shifting my gaze to the jagged scar on my face. My finger tips graze over the scar on my face and I try my best to block out the memory. The reason why I left my old pack and school.

"Alaska, come on..." My sister says.

She is a great sister. She's help me through what happen. Usually it's the other way around. My sister is more like our mother.

She has a fragile personality and doesn't stand up for herself. She has no back bone, and will let others use and walk all over her.

I on the other hand have the personality of my father. Strong wield, determined, stubborn, and I open my mouth to much, but I guess it a good thing. My personality got me no where though the night I got my scar.

I tear my gaze from the mirror. Walking to my closet I pick out a black crop top that comes down to lower stomach and has long sleeves.

I also grab my faded out skinny jeans with ripped holes all over the legs. I lay my close onto my bed before going into the shower.

I soak for ten minutes before getting out of my shower. I wrap a towel around my body after towl drying my hair.

I walk out of the bathroom back into my room that is connected. I pull on my white lace underwear and bra. I wanted to look pretty for my first day.

I can say I am pretty, but my sister is drop dead gorgues. I am still confused how she hasn't found her mate. I understand that I haven't and I believ my mate will reject me as soon as he sees me.

I pull on my jeans and top. My skinny jeans have gotten looser.... great I have lost wait also. It makes since because I don't eat much and I run till I can't walk.

My shirt fit perfectly though so I would be okay. I slip on a pair off sock before grabbing my black ankle boots, which I love because they look badass.

Slipping on my jean jacket after grabbing my phone I leave my bedroom. I walk downstairs of brand new house that is twice as big as our one back home.

I walk pass the dinning room, and my moms eyes meet mine. Damn it! She's going to tell me to eat something, but I don't even like the thought of eating food anymore.

"Sweet Heart," she calls. "I've made cinnamon rolls." She says holds out a plate to me with steaming, gooey cinnamon rolls.

I could feel my tongue slide across my tongue. I take her offer this time since I couldn't help my weakness for cinnamon rolls.

"Don't forget your appointment with your new therapist today." My mom reminds me.

She tried to make the best out of our new life, and I knew she is really trying. Everyone is trying for the sake of me, but I am the only one not trying.

"I won't." I murmur as the door shuts.

My family wanted me to get better. They really did, but I couldn't help the numb feeling that spreads over me, consuming me more each and every day.