Training The Alpha, Rewritten Version (On hold)

Let's Wisdom Ride The Wind.

Chapter 1: Let's wisdom ride the wind.

Stephanie's point of view

They always say that you shouldn't start a story when you wake up in the morning but the best part of my day is waking up next to the person who I love most in this world, as cheesy as it sounds. His warm long arms were wrapped around me like a snake, refusing to let me go as I started to squirm a bit. His citrus breath fanned my face as I tried not to twitch my eyes. I laid motionless with the exceptions of my long deep breaths as I pretended to sleep. I didn't want to get up since it was the last day of summer and I didn't need anything more then a blanket and him. Slowly, Adam rolled on top of me and began to plant small kisses up my shoulder. "Wow, that's mean. It's my birthday and your not going to congratulate me? I'm wounded Stoof." Adam cried dramatically as he sniffled.

I struggled to keep the smile off my face and continued to stay silent. "That's it." He sighed. With that being his only warning he bit my neck and started to tickle my sides. I shot up in a flash, or tried as he was still on top of me. "MERCY. MERCY. BITCH I SAID MERCY." I yelled in surrender. He continued but only started tickling harder making my ribs hurt. He was off me in a flash and fell on the ground as Ms. Monroe, Adam's mom, was next to me and yelled, "Get off my daughter you beast, quit bulling her so early in the morning." "Thanks mom, who needs drugs to lose brain cells when I got you." He rubbed his head as he sat up. She raised her hand at him and he cowered down covering himself with his hands. "Mommy! I'm sorry!" He cried as she smacked him not as hard as the first time.

"Get up and get ready for the party you idiot son. Stephanie, pancakes will be ready for you in five minutes honey," Ms. Monroe scold at Adam and sweetly smiled at me. She left the room as Adam was still on the floor rubbing his head, "God damn, I think she gave me a concussion." "Don't you dare use the lords name in vain!" She threatened him from downstairs. "Yes ma'am!" he answered immediately, slightly in fear. "It's not fair, I'm her biological child yet she treats you better." He sulked as he glared at me. I hopped off the bed and stuck my tongue at him, "Sucker."

As much as it sucked for him I couldn't help but feel gleeful. Since my own parents never really paid much attention to me, I always pretended that Ms. and Mr. Monroe were my parents. Ever since I met Adam when I was six years old, they've treated me like there own child. Adam gets jealous because he's a mamas boy and since Ms. Monroe always wanted a daughter, she treats me kind of special.

Even though Ms. Monroe is kind of rough around the edges with him it's obvious she loves her son just by staring into her eyes. He's just a cry baby. I thumped my chest twice and gave him the peace sign as I exited to the door. He did the same thing as he got up. It was or little handshake we copied from this gangster movie we saw once. It was crappy now that I think about it but seemed like the coolest thing ever at the time. I hopped two stairs at a time down when I began to smell Ms. Monroe's special banana and nutella pancakes. In the kitchen I could see the usual routine Mr. Monroe sitting at the table sipping his coffee as he reviewed important looking documents. I've always wondered what were in them but didn't want to ask. It seems rude to. Ms. Monroe was flipping the pancakes with a stack piled up in a plate already.

With a flick of her wrist, Ms. Monroe flipped a pancake and it landed perfectly on top of the stack. She whipped creamed the top and sliced a banana over it. My mouth started to water. " Don't just stand there," Adam said as I was still in the middle of the stairs. Feeling my stomach growl, I rushed to the end of the stairs and into the kitchen. "Morning sweetie, morning Adam." Mr. Monroe greeted us, not taking his eyes off the documents. "Morning Dad/ Mr. Monroe." Adam and I answered at the same time. I walked over to the cupboard and pulled out four glass cups. Not paying attention one of them slipped out of my hand and shattered into a millions of pieces. I felt my stomach tie into a knot as I placed the other three on the island and bend down to clean it.