The Female Sigma - Book One

Chapter 5 - Education

C H A P T E R
F I V E

Education

I disregarded their cries and raced till I couldn't hear them any longer. I was sprinting towards the only location where I felt secure. That might have been their room to others, but it was the woods to me. I may sound rogue right now, but I came to a halt when I realized how easy it was for my mother to track me down the last time I ran there. I desperately wanted to be alone that day, but I couldn't turn away when she approached me. But this time is different. I don't want to be alone, but it's something I have to do. So I did something I normally wouldn't do: I turned around and ran back to the pack house. My room was the last place my mother would seek for me.

This time, I went in by the side door, which was closer to the stairwell leading to my room. Fortunately, no other members of the pack were visible, so I sneaked up to the second story. When I spotted the small figure peering at me from the opposite end of the corridor, I was a few steps from from my room door. I would have yelled if it had been nighttime, but because I recognized the youngster, I didn't have a sissy fit as most teenagers would, and instead returned her smile. It was the same girl who sat across from me at breakfast.

"Hello," she said with a smile and a wave of her tiny hand. I returned the wave but did not return the smile. "Would you like to come into my room?"

Her voice was soothing, and when I shook my head, I nearly regretted it, but it didn't seem to bother her.

"Sorry, I really don't want to play house or Barbies or whatever you want to play right now," I murmured, seeking to soothe the wound, but her smile made me wonder whether there was one at all.

I'm sure everyone on the second could have heard it if they were in their rooms when she let out a full chuckle. "If you come, we're not going to play," she promised.

I definitely shouldn't trust a seven-year-old, but I couldn't help myself and followed her.

"This is me," she continued, gesturing to the small room in front of us with her arms outstretched. It wasn't much, and I felt a stab in my heart when I couldn't find any toys scattered around. Did I just say no to playing toys with someone who doesn't even have any? What is it about me and hurting people?

The rest of the bedroom was very standard. The walls were painted a pale gray that matched the sheets on the single bed in the corner.

In her room, there seemed to be nothing to do. When I say there was nothing, I mean there was no television, toys, or literature.

"What do you even do in here?" I questioned flatly as I sat on the floor against the wall. Her tiny form sat on the bed, her knees crossed in front of her and her head supported by her hands.

"Well, I sleep on here at night," she remarked, referring to the bed, and I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. She must've noticed since she smiled a little. "And I dress there, and I sit here and think or gaze out the window from time to time."

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked, as she finished listing the few things she can do.

She took a deep breath and then looked down. "I thought it would be good to have you for company," she said again after a few moments of silence.

She raised an eyebrow at me after I snorted a little. "For a seven-year-old, you're quite mature. You don't have toys and speak as if you're already my age. Do you even know me? ", I stated unequivocally.

She groaned and nodded, much to my astonishment. I waited for her to elaborate, but she didn't, so I stood up and walked over to the door, intending to return to my room, but she stopped me.

She yelled out, "I know who you are and I want you to tell me about school." Turning around, I was taken aback. Is that what I heard?

"Um, what do you want to know about school?" I murmured softly as I slid back into my old spot on the floor. I'm not sure why I feel compelled to respond to her questions, but that didn't stop me.

"Really?" she said, her eyes widening. I nodded and gave a modest smile. "Okay, I didn't really think about my questions because I assumed you'd say no. So, do you have any school friends?"

"I don't have any friends, but that's because I decided not to have any."

"Are there any bullies?"

"I suppose so. But I'm not really paying attention."

"Do you have to do any homework? Do you enjoy doing your homework? Oh, how I wish I could get my hands on some homework!"

"Yes. No. If you really care about homework, you can complete my assignment "I suggested sarcastically.

She sprang off the bed and joined me on the floor, laughing. "Wait, what?! You promise you'll let me do it, pinky promise "She demanded, her pinky outstretched.

As I glanced at her finger, I shrugged. How does this girl get so excited about homework? "You realize how difficult it is? I'm a senior in high school, and you're just seven years old."

Hearing this, she sighed and withdrew her finger. She returned to her bed, muttering fine under her breath. We sat in pleasant stillness until she spoke out once more. "Do you think someone like me could go to school?" she asked, her voice timid and quiet.

I raised my eyes to the bed to see her expression, but I observed she maintained her gaze away from me to avoid making eye contact.

So that's the key reason for the 'come to my room' request. She yearned to return to school.

"That is debatable. Is it something your parents would agree to? ", I inquired earnestly. I secretly wished her parents were as accepting as my mother, because I can see how enthusiastic she is about school.

"I'm not certain."

"Well, then," I remarked, looking down at my watch, "I've got to go." "However, you should talk to your parents about it tonight and report back to me tomorrow."