Mating Season

Never eat plain pancakes!

-Adele above-

I wake up, the sun murdering my eyes. "Daddy!" I yelled, pissed this bitch ruined my sleep.
"What sweet cheeks?!?" He yelled back.
"Oh you know exactly what fucktard!"
"Damn, here I thought you weren't mad- look. I'm sorry. That good enough for you, you little fucker?!?"
"Very. Thank you so much!" I say sarcastically. I walk downstairs, calm yet aggravated.
He knows how much I prefer shitheads out of my personal area!
"I made chocolate chip pancakes." He states as I walk into the kitchen. (Chocolate chip pancakes= bae)
"Thank you, daddy."
I grab a bunch of pancakes and smile at the mountain in front of me.
"Daddy, where's the syrup?"
"We ain't got none."
"Then go to the damn store and get some."
"Why don't you just eat them plain?"
A gasp leaves my mouth as soon as the words come out of his mouth.
"You never eat plain waffles! That's the number 1 pancake rule, and as the creator of the 5 important pancake rules, I must obey them!" He sighs heavily before running off to search for his keys.
That's what I thought.
Hearing him leave the parking lot I smile, a sad smile, to myself. Soon I'll be 18... and I won't be able to run from the games any longer.

Mommy... I'm scared. So fucking scared. I wish you were here...
I feel a tear slip down my face and as much as I don't want to- I cry, silent tears streaming down my face as I stare at the microwave, imagining what it'd be like if mom was here...
I hear the car pull into the driveway and wipe the tears away fast. Daddy walks in with my syrup and hands it to me. "Spoiled brat" he mutters to himself whilst I enjoy my pancakes.
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Her birthday is this Friday.
Birthday Date- 11-31-2000
The games begin- 12-2-2000

P.s. she's a werewolf!
Her dad is alpha!
Her mate {as cliche as this is} runs the biggest and strongest pack in the US.
The Alpha.