Finding Myself

 OK PEOPLE................this is my first attempt at a story that does not need to be graded.....i want COMMENTS ......CRITICISM...THATS HOW IT SPELLS RIGHT?......IM TRYING TO MAKE IT DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHER STORIES OUT THERE BUT OF COURSE THERE WILL ALWAYS BE CLICHEES IN WHATEVER ONE WRITES

SO THIS IS IT 

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I gazed around me. Everything seemed the same. Nothing had changed, but that was not unexpected. Boarding school had been great, but my dad wanted me home now. I grinned at the thought of boarding school. Great  times. I would miss my friends there but like everything else in life I would move on and get over it. Things rarely changed and when they did it wasn’t always noticeable. Well my family was in for a surprise because the nice cute loving girl was gone. Here I was now someone who knew what they want and took or so I liked to think.

The houses were spaced apart. It was a beautiful neighborhood each house seemed to stand on its own. Each one magnificently huge and unique This was the rich part of town. This was Newville. The houses stopped and we kept driving. Our house was further than everyone’s. Then the car stopped. I was here.

You’re probably wondering who I am. For all my outer show of confidence I sometimes wonder. Who am I? It’s pretty easy to recite the facts. I'm Alezandria Maxwell Lesseps but call me Alex or die. I am sixteen years old.  My mom died ten years ago when I was six. I was depressed after her death and made the decision when I was seven years old that I needed to go to boarding school because I needed something in my life. I didn’t know what it was I still don’t but boarding school helped. I had three brothers. Damien but he goes by Danny the oldest, then the twins Kunai and Kaeden called KJ and Kade.  

I wasn’t really ready to live boarding school. I didn’t want to see them. They hadn’t done anything wrong but I had changed and stuff happened which made me different.

The vehicle stopped and I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding. I looked down on myself preparing for whatever would happen. I was wearing black skinny jeans with a black polo and a purple converse. Was I Goth? No, I jus like black. Do you know that black is the presence of all color therefore couldn’t it be considered colorful while white is the absence of all color. Think about it

I opened the door of the car and got out slowly. My suitcases had been sent earlier and if there was anything I needed I would buy it. I passed my hand through my black hair. I was thinking of cutting it short I didn’t like it. It made me hot. The only reason it was still long was because I had lost a bet with a friend who made me swear that as long as I was attending Corona’s boarding school I shouldn’t cut it. I had a feeling I still wouldn’t be able to cut it here because I remember my dad used to get all fluster when I even trimmed my hair. But who cared about rules anyways. Not me. I did what I had to do and if it happened to agree with you then all is good, if not then oh well. C’est la vie.

I walked towards the door, a little surprised that no one was here to greet me. I shrugged, oh well I rather it this way. I didn’t want the attention. I opened the door and walked in. The house hadn’t changed it was still the same. Although it was huge it had that lived in atmosphere. It gave you the feeling of warmth and love. However, I didn’t care of such things. I knew all to well that feeling secure, feeling safe did not mean that bad things wouldn’t happen.

“Crap.” I thought to myself as I saw my Dad sitting on a couch talking on the phone. I had been so deep in my thoughts I hadn’t heard him. As I was going to sneak back out he looked up. I watch as his eyes widen and a smile formed on his face. I gave a small smile hoping he’d stay where he was. He didn’t. He rushed over to me and crushed me in a hug. I stiffened and awkwardly pat him on the back.

“What are you doing here?” he exclaimed still squashing me. It was not the greeting I quite expected.

“We were expecting you tomorrow”

“Unh ….really?” I said really not interested. I squirmed in his hands and he dropped it.

“How are you kiddo?”

“I'm fine”

He stared at me and I just looked away waiting for him to bring me to my room.

“Your brothers are in the den go meet them I'm going to make sure your rooms done,”

I walked away and sighed and walked slowly and unwillingly to the den.

I heard laughing. It seemed that they weren’t the only ones there. I opened the door abruptly and everyone went quiet.

There were about six people in the room. I recognized three of them, my brothers.  They looked the same as far as I was concerned just taller and buffer and instead of being described as cute one would say they were hot. My eyes drifted over to their friends. They were hot admittedly.  One had sandy brown hair and his body was lanky. It was spread over the couch. Another one had blond hair and he had this boyish look about him. The other has long shaggy brown hair which covered his eyes.

They all looked confused for a few seconds and then recognition dawned on my brothers faces. They all shouted, “Alezandria!” and hopped out of their postitions towards me. I had had enough of all this hugging and so i held my hand out indicating for them to stop.

“Its Alex,” I said coldly.

“oh...uhm..uh ...sorry,” said one of the twins with an apologetic smile on his face.

“Yea....whatever,” I said rolling my eyes. “Could you show me to my room please,”

“uh sure,” he replied giving his twin a look that said, “ What’s wrong with her?”

He then led me to my room leaving behind five curious boys.

“This is your room; I hope its okay,”

“Ya ya its fine” I said waving my hand around. “Can you leave now?” I asked.

“Okaaaaay then,” he drawled dragging out the words.

When he had left, I sagged on the floor and buried my head in my hands and curled up in fetal position.

It was that time of the month and no, I was not menstruating.  My wolf who couldn’t release herself from my human skin became sexually agitated two week from my actual menstruation. It was stronger than other shifters. Because I could not shift I had no place for the tension to go...I could not run. I had almost lost control in the room. Over the years I have been able to develop self control so strong my friends some times called me Iron woman. Lame ....i know. I smiled at the thought of them.

My situation dawned back on me. At boarding school I had a deal with a friend where he would help me with this problem, but here I had no one. Things happen if I lose control. Bad things.

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