Alpha Thatcher

1 - The Visiting Alpha

Carmen Marx

Something is beeping by my head, and if it doesn't stop, I'm going to hurt it. That was my lovely first thought when I woke up. I groaned and poked the button on the side of my alarm clock. Ugh, school. Yeah, that was today. Sighing, I yanked my covers off my body and flung by legs over the side of my comfy bed.

I looked around my room. My walls where still blue. My brown dresser was still in the corner. All my posters where on the walls. This was my room. I was really about to go to school. Here we go.

I waddled down the carpet steps into the small kitchen that my family of five shared. My parents and my two brothers had already gotten themselves breakfast and were sitting at the large wooden table with the six matching chairs. Blinding light seeped through the tan curtains above the sink and in the living room.

"Good morning, sweetcakes!" My mom's voice sang as I picked up an apple from the counter bowl.

"Morning, mom." I smiled at her and tried to fix my bed head.

I took the seat at the end of the table next to my older brother, Sam. He looked exactly like my dad, except younger. He had the perfect blonde hair and the crystal blue eyes. He was a stunner, but a huge player. Being the Senior Jock of the school made him that way. But we still love the big troll anyway.

Sam smiled at me and flicked my shoulder. Giving him my best scowl, I elbowed him in the side before my parents looked up. He returned the scowl and I sighed triumphantly. Until some one pinched my other side. Gasping, I jumped and turned to see my younger brother, Tyler, smirking. He looked like my mom, but a boy. He had the black curly hair and the brown eyes. I, on the other hand was a mixture of both my parents. I had dad's blonde hair and mom's brown eyes. Plain, I know.

I punched Tyler on the arm and stood up to go sit in the living room. The hard wood floors turned into soft, white carpet. The light brown walls created a warm feeling and the red furniture added color. It was an ugly living room, but it was comfy. I planted my butt on the red rocker and turned on the TV. It was 7 now, and I had to be at school at 8.

When I finished my apple, and threw it away, I made my way upstairs. I opened the first door on my left and was relieved when I saw no one in the bathroom. After three minutes of brushing and flossing, I turned on the shower. I stripped my clothes and stepped into the steamy sauna. I scrubbed my skin raw and washed my hair.

I walked into my room, with a towel around my body, and picked out my clothes. Changing into a white floral skirt and a black t-shirt with some pink vans; my type of outfit. I brushed and blow dried my hair, put on some pit-stick along with perfume, and was ready to go.

"You sure don't eat much at breakfast." Tyler said when I returned downstairs.

"I ate an apple." I replied, looking at him strangely. He knows I don't eat much at breakfast.

"You barely eat enough for a human, let alone a werewolf." He scolded.

"You aren't my mom," I retorted, and when he opened his mouth to reply, I knew what to say back. "Don't give me that 'breakfast is the most important meal of the day' crap."

He shut his mouth and looked at the floor angrily. Haha, sucker! I smirked and looked at the time. It said 7:55. I called for Sam to come down for school. Us three kids said our good byes to our parents and ran the truck. Sam drove, me in shotgun, and Tyler in the back.

"Why can't I drive?" Tyler whined in back.

"Because you are 15." Sam said.

"But I am getting my learner's permit soon."