The Hidden World book 1

Chapter 1

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"Hunter, Aubrey, you're going to be late for your first day back at school if you don't get going soon!" A woman's voice yelled in a house a few blocks away from main street. The house was a little run down but other than that the people who lived there were the nicest people in Boise, Idaho.

"Thanks, Mother," a boy, Hunter, called to the woman. "We're going now," he yelled as he rushed to put the book he was reading in his backpack. It was a fantasy book with fairies. Loved fairies and fantasy. He raced into the room next to him, where his daughter had also been reading and was rushing to grab all of her stuff, shoving it in a unicorn backpack that used to be his when he was in grade school. His is now a black one with multiple pockets. It helped then needing to carry many small things.

Aubrey, Hunter's daughter, was starting first grade today. She had wavy brown hair with teal eyes. She was really tall for her age, coming to Hunter's hip. Hunter being 6'4. Aubrey had come from when Hunter was attacked years ago. After that he had been held back a few years just to take care of her. Now he is twenty-three and in twelfth grade.

He was fine with it though. He didn't mind. Aubrey was his world. His whole world. If anything were to happen to her, he wouldn't forgive himself.

"Need any help, love?" Hunter asks as his daughter zipped up her backpack. She turned to him with a huge grin.

"No, I just finished," she said to him as she put on her backpack and started walking toward the door where Hunter stood waiting. They walked down the hallway and down the creaking stairs that led into the kitchen.

There was a woman in the dirty kitchen preparing food. The kitchen's stove with paperwork all over it. More taxes. Hunter thought. They were well off at first until his mother had lost her job and everything went downhill. She does have a job now but it doesn't pay as much as her last one had. There was a small island in the kitchen with paper towels and more papers but not the taxes like the stove. Ones that Aubrey and Hunter had made from any paper that Hunter could find. The woman herself was slim and short. She had wavy brown hair and sapphire blue eyes.

"Hurry and eat breakfast, and next time watch the clock," she said, with a grin on her face. She was referring to not getting lost in reading because the two were both bookworms. Hunter sighed and helped Aubrey onto a chair. The woman slid them two plates with hash browns on them and forks to eat with. "Any ketchup?" she asked them.

"No thank you," Aubrey said, scooting the plate closer to her. She picked up her fork and stabbed the hash browns. She ate as Hunter watched her. He wasn't ready for her to go to first grade. He knew it would be fine but it felt like just yesterday when Aubrey was brought into this world, and was still a tiny thing.

"Hunter, eat," His mother said, interrupting his thoughts. Hunter turned and scooted the plate toward her.

"Not hungry, mother," Hunter said, grabbing napkins for Aubrey. He set them down next to Aubrey's plate.

"Hunter, you need to eat," Hunter's mom turned and faced him with a serious look. She was never stern, unless needed to be.

"You eat. I'm good. I can wait until dinner," Hunter said, taking Aubrey's plate that was now empty, to the sink. He rinsed it out and placed it in the sink. Aubrey was throwing away her napkins when Hunter turned around. "We should probably get going," Hunter grabbed two brown lunch bags that had been on the counter. He put them in his backpack and started for the door.

"Hunter, your scar," His mom reminded him. Hunter had a scar on his forehead ever since birth. His mom didn't know why he had the scar. She just said that it might have been something with his health but no one knew. He hurried and covered it up with his long, messy, hair. Hunter's hair always grew no matter what. When they cut it, it grew back to its original length in an hour. It has always been a mystery.