Hunted | h.s

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A/N: Hello! Welcome back to Hunted! I know the last chapter was rather short, it was a little over a thousand words, about a five-minute read, but it's only because I wanted for you guys to understand the whole Bright family and their values, and how basically Hunter doesn't like them...or the government! Either way, you'll be happy to know that Harry truly comes into the story in this chapter, along with some action and a birthday! Enjoy Stars!

─ are there really any teenagers that get enough sleep? It seems as if no matter how hard we try, we're always deprived and constantly tired, even on weekends.

"You look like a mess, no hate." Veronica declares as I gracefully walk downstairs.

"Well, I'm sorry that I don't wake up looking like a model every morning like you." I snap, keeping my persistent frown and angry flame in my brown and green bulbs.

My sister chuckles mercilessly, and takes the high road from my response, even though there are so many things that she can respond with. Much nastier things she can say about me that I won't be able to counter.

"Hunter I know you're going out with that boy, but I need you to be back by three." my mother declares, placing a bowl of cereal in front of me.

No good morning? No happy birthday?

"Why by three? I told you he gets his mark at three thirty-two, I just want to be there for it." I respond, trying not to burst and yell at her instead.

I've been repeating to her that I'm spending the beginning of the day with Harry and that I want to be there for his marking, for obvious reasons.

"Well, your birthday party can't prepare itself. Your dad's wat work, Veronica will be getting your cake and I promise Vinny that I'd let him study for his big social science exam. Be back by three or you won't go at all." my mother repeats, grabbing ahold of my chin with her index and thumb to force my head in her direction. "Understood?"

It's her passive-aggressive tone that makes me nod, and obey her demands. She lets go of me and I grab onto my breakfast. 

"Oh, and happy birthday sweetheart." my mother turns around and flashes me her perfectly straight and white teeth.

Fit for a psychopath.

I eat silently in my spot, observing and hearing the conversation that goes on between my sister and my mother. Already they've moved on from my marking all the way to Veronica's last year in college before she heads to university in psychology. The one good thing that comes from running away with your best friend is that you don't have to worry about college, as I don't even know if I'll ever go back to school again.

I'm full of breakfast and up in my bedroom, teeth brushed, hair done and some mascara dressing my lashes after about fifteen minutes, including five minutes that I've taken just starring out the window to determine what outfit would fit the rather grey weather that holds this Sunday.

"You can never go wrong with jeans," I mutter to myself, pulling out a skinny blue pair from my closet.

I partner it up with a large navy blue sweater, one that's quite baggy and warm, and that arrives at my knees. A pair of colorful socks cover my feet before I grab a little white bag from the corner of my room, and my phone from my desk table.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours!" I shout, shuffling down the staircase, not bothering to watch so I don't all and break my head in two.

"Three o clock Hunter! Not a minute later!" my mother threatens, pointing a wooden spoon at me in a menacing matter.