The Werewolf Queen

Chapter 6

When I wake up in the morning I feel like kicking myself in the face. I can't believe I actually gave Jason that elixir yesterday. And good God, the things he said...he may as well have literally torn me apart. It would've been less painful.

But I suppose in a weird way it was worth it. I mean, as hard as it was to hear, at least I got him to tell the truth. The actual truth, not just the truth I want to hear. But damn, that truth is making it exceptionally hard to get out bed now. I don't want to go and face him. I don't want to see his face. I don't want to relive that pain.

And yet I manage to haul myself out of bed and get dressed. I stare at myself in the mirror. My reflection makes me look angsty and rebellious and angry. Slowly, I pull one piercing after another out of my body. Five normal ones in my right ear, six in my left as well as an industrial bar, my belly button, two in my left eyebrow, and my nose stud. As I pull them out, I can feel the barrier holding back my anger getting weaker and weaker. Suddenly I understand why my dad did this. I thought my anger issues were bad with these in.

I look down at the rage ring on my finger. As of right now it's the only thing trying meekly to hold my anger back as much as it can. Surprisingly enough though, I don't feel as angry as I know I'll feel if I take this off.

I know I shouldn't do it. It's strong magic trying to reign me in. But this same magic is what makes me an emotionally hot mess. I shake my head hard and yank the ring off my finger in a very calculated motion.

As soon as it comes off I regret my decision. I feel like I have no control over myself. I look back at my mirror and give myself a scathing glare. "Ugh, how do I walk around with my hair in a bun?" I pull the hair-tie out of my hair and let it fall messily around my shoulders. I give myself a sly grin and spy my makeup.

I giddily apply my makeup like a freaking pro. Somewhere inside I'm astonished. My skin looks absolutely airbrushed and my lips are a flawless cherry red. I open my closet doors and give everything I have a once over. Eventually I grudgingly settle on a lace black long sleeved top and just put it on over my bright red bra, not even bothering to cover it up. I grab a pair of black shorts and put on my combat boots.

One more glance in the mirror and I suppose it'll have to do. I walk purposefully past my dad and climb on my bike and head off to school. He's screaming at me to change as I pull away but I pay him no heed. After all, he's just a human.

I pull up to the school and park in the principal's spot as he's about to pull in. He parks behind me and starts yelling at me but I just flip my hair.

"Oh please. Shut up." I snap, and he silences.

I grin and toss my hair over my shoulder. I strut into the building and give it a distasteful look. "Honesty, the staff needs a lesson in how to furnish a school."

Heather spots me and tries coming up to me. "Hi Mire-"

I hold up a hand. "I'm about 110% sure I told you the other night to leave me be. So go, peasant."

Her jaw drops, along with everyone else in a ten foot vicinity. I give a 360 turn and shrug my shoulders. "What? The supernatural ruler, the Queen of the werewolves, is completely released." I lift up my shirt to show my empty tummy and pull my hair back from my ears. "Better watch out. The bitch is back."

The students part like that religious story about the guy parting the sea. I walk down the hallway like it's a catwalk until I reach the office. "Let me use the intercom." I tell the secretary.

She tries to fight herself as she hands me the microphone. I push the button and let my voice ring out. "Hey you supernatural and human idiots, I'm cancelling school for the day. That's right, it's your Queen and school is officially over for the day."