Plot Twist

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"If you don't think, then you shouldn't talk."

-March Hare from Alice in Wonderland

I consider myself a pretty mellow person.

I can pretty much make light of any situation - a trait not appreciated by my high school football team who lost every single game - and, not to mention, every once in awhile, I can give some really deep life advice.

All of those are pretty great qualities to have when you find yourself waking up in a shitty fictional novel with a fictional life.

That being said, I can tell you with great pride there are only a few situations I'd lose my chill and throw myself out of a moving car for - a) Harry Styles is within a mile radius, b) someone who looks a lot like Harry Styles is within a mile radius and c) my fake twin sister won't stop gushing about Zack and her hyena-on-crack giggling gives me a headache.

I experienced the third one on the ride home from Starbucks, and let me just tell you, it was torture. I mean, I'm all for talking about hot guys, but when I have to continually hear the same story about five times in ten minutes - especially one I was there for - I'm going to strangle someone.

So I jumped.

Skylar was pulling into the driveway, going on about smoldering and biceps, and I just couldn't take it anymore. Pulling on the door handle, I flung myself out of the car and into the grass James Bond style before the car fully stopped.

It wasn't a smart idea and it's possible I had a concussion, but I wasn't sticking around to find out. Before Skylar could trap me into another enclosed space and gush more about her new boy toy, I shot into the house to hide from her and her annoyingly good mood.

Plan B - if she corners me, I'm throwing fake brother under the bus. It's his turn to deal with all the sappy teenage love-sick crushes; I've had enough of the werewolf soap opera to last me a lifetime.

"Calypso Gray! Did I or did not just see you jump out of a moving car?!" The voice of fictional mom stopped me in my tracks as I attempted to run past the kitchen and find a spot where Skylar and her wolf senses couldn't seek me out for more torture.

I turned to look at fake mom, her eyes blazing with concern, fury and a little confusion, a hand placed on her hip and a wooden spoon pointed at me.

Seriously, the only time I've seen this woman is in the kitchen cooking! I know fictional mom is usually pretty one-dimensional, but still! Isn't she supposed to be Luna or something? You'd think this woman would have a hobby or something.

"Eh, what you talkin' about, Willis?" I lamely joked before turning around making another run for it, "Sorry, mom, I've got homework to do!"

Yeah, homework to procrastinate, that is.

In my attempt to get away from my sappy fake twin and my concerned - and now, probably angry - fake mom, I didn't look where I was going and somehow ended up running into the wrong room.

Hey! Don't judge, I've only been here two days, so what if I still don't totally know where my room is located? Stupid werewolves and their stupid maze-like homes.

Bursting through the door, the first thing I noticed was the books - shelves upon shelves of thick books lined the walls, making me feel a little nostalgic and intimidated, to say the least.

You see, I used to be a bookworm back in the day.

There wasn't a moment of my freetime elementary and middle school days that you wouldn't find me with my nose stuck in a book, ignoring everyone around me.