Protector of Humanity

The awakening

Alessandra pov.

*beep beep beep*

"Ally turn that damn alarm off and get out of bed" said my mother.
"Yes ma'am" with that I rolled my eyes and tried to turn my alarm off while still managing to stay in bed.

Me being, well me. I fell. On my nice cold hardwood floor barely missing my light blue rug by an inch. A loud thud came from my room and my mom being well my mom, did not care if I was still alive.

I know it doesn't hurt to say 'Ally are you alright dear' and I would return with a simple 'yes mother, thanks for caring'. Instead I get a "keep it down you'll wake up your brother". Yeah welcome to my movie of the purposely forgotten older child would you like a tub of popcorn with your entertainment.

I stayed on the floor for a while and staring at my white ceiling I realized from this point I had two choices. One, get up, get ready, and not be late. Or two, which is be late and hear my mother bitch about how ungrateful I am. So naturally I got up and and started to walk towards my nightstand which is conveniently at the other side of my room. It was still a little dark in my room so I could barely see where I was going.

So on the way to my little black nightstand when I stubbed my toe on it "Fuck me" I said under my breath, I grabbed my foot and fell. On my floor. Again. Well there isn't much in my room to fall on because I don't really get pampered by my parents. I have a bed with burgandy sheets, a dark oak desk with a mirror on top with all the jewelry and makeup my mother buys me in attempt to make me look less like Sam, and a closet with clothes I get from my monthly paycheck from working at the local 'forever 21'. Anyways guess who was in the hallway the exact moment I said it. My little sister, Tegan.

With in seconds I hear her running down our wooden stairs and yelling "FUCK ME MOMMY" at the top of her lungs.

5..........4..........3..........2..........1.......... aaannddd. "ALESSANDRA GRACE DUVAL, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT CUSSING IN THIS HOUSE" said my obviously furious mother in such a tone that made me regret ever opening my door.

She was probably trying to make my little brothers formula while trying to make Tegan's favorite Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes and by the smell of smoke she had burned them.

"Fuck me twice" I said once again under my breath.

I got up from the floor and remember why I went to my nightstand it the first place. I unplugged my iPhone like I do every morning and pressed the little home button. I got a text message and even better it was from Bobby. Bobby was an internet friend. Wait, no he was my only friend. I met him in a walking dead chat room he seemed like the only person who was online so we started to chat privately. He never had a profile picture because apparently his professor was really strict about "privacy".

Bobby lived at Charles Xavier's school for gifted youngsters in Bayville, New York. But, he still went to the Bayville high school. I thought that was pretty weird but he said it was because he was there to take training for enrichment on his abilities. We started emailing after week of messaging over a private chat room we exchanged emails. Then after 3 months he gave me his number with a smiley face at the end of it and at the bottom it read "text me anytime, gorgeous". Bobby is... Well I don't know what bobby is to me. He was the only person who didn't ask me if I was alright every fricking five seconds. He didn't know my dark and depressing past which is the best part of internet friends.

He texted me "GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE :D" at about 3:00 am here which was 6:00 am in New York. I texted him back "it would be better if you weren't a morning person." I got out of bed and opened my closet to get out some clothes but my mirror becomes visible.