Tara :Wolf Chronicles

Chapter 7: House of Horrors

Chapter 7: House of Horrors

Thalia:

I had been in the school for a couple of weeks and now I'm tutoring someone who loathes me. I stood in front of the train station suffocated by the huge crowd of people as I pretended to be interested in a game of snakes and ladders on my phone with my head bowed and a bored expression. Even with my head cut short and puberty sick game on me. I weaved and entered to train as I looked at the message Nate sent me.

"Dad, I'm heading out!" I announced this morning and jogged down the stairs. I woke up as usual before the sun opened its sweet rays. I dressed in jeans, vans, and a purple shirt with an oversized denim jacket because I hated how skinny I was. My dad often complained and said I looked like a stick and my mother chided him by saying I was premature or I had some sickness.But the story seemed to change.I was tired of the lies. My hair couldn't grow well and would fall off and I couldn't grow well and due it puberty delayed for me.

I hated staring at my mirror because I was far too thin. I looked like a boy and I struggled with my femininity because people assumed I'm a boy or on puberty blockers but it was infuriating and sad for me.

I needed more dresses.

My father sat on the counter, head lost in a morning paper while the T.V showed the news. Waste of bills? He sat up, flapped the paper and asked," Where are you going?"

"To visit Alex." I muttered effortlessly.

He frowned and nodded." I hate that boy."

I ran out.

Mom isn't home. I thought sadly to myself as I skipped down the sidewalk and fixed my beige backpack thick and heavy with books and stationaries.The road was busy with cars zipping by and pedestrians eagerly doing their thing. I took a train, two buses and finally walked for thirty minutes till I found a bus stop. I felt safer writing the address on a strip of paper than writing his email or even his number on my cell. And by the looks of it he doesn't have one. I sighed and looked from across the tree-lined street, my eyes flickered to the sign, the paper and another bus stop. Leaning against the bus stop with is hands shoved in pockets was Nate all dressed up in a blue shirt, baggy jeans and dirty trainers

"C'mon," He paused and levelled his eyes to me."We're late."He waved me on as I averted my gaze to the sky and followed his curly head. We passed a zebra crossing and walked down paths till we approached a white, one story shop with fancy metal chairs and incarnate tables with teenagers drinking and chatting with one another.

It was a café.

The shop gave me a vintage sixties vibe with milkshake photos, pink maids outfits and a diner feel. We sat in a red booth as students who looked familiar passed by. I leaned forward on the gleaming white surface of the table and asked," Why do I see students here?"

There were two men dressed in paper sailor hats and pastel pink shirts with aprons. The black one, broad and muscular with thick locks sighed heavily as his thin, wiry companion with red hair shook his head and raised his arms.

"Oh no. Kids. "He said, sadly.

"At least they're rich!" The other replied.

He arched his brow and groaned." It's a popular hangout. It's common to see our classmates here." I nodded and leaned back. His eyes skimmed the menu as a waitress, a tall blonde lady with a pink dress and roller skates asked for our order. It was cool and peaceful here. I ordered poutine and he ordered a milkshake. Outside the wide windows two familiar people passed by. It was Hayley and her boyfriend. He was prettier up close. His light blonde hair was tousled, his dark blue eyes warm and kind and a tiny, cute small formed on his lips. They both laughed as he pushed a seat for her and she sat down. They ordered some fries and ice-cream as she pushed her paisley skirt and tugged her flower beads and grinned.