"Lexi! Get your lard butt off of me!! We're here!" Zach screams.
"Zach shut up!" I groan burying my face into the cars seat.
"Alexis Abigail Meyers!!" My mom spoke sternly. I guess she was done with this conversation feeling my car door open, sending me falling out of the car. I landed with an Umph onto the grass.
"Come on Ladybug! Lets pick out your room." my dad chuckles.
"Dad." I whine.
"Fine i'll call you Playa." he says jokingly.
We decided to live on the same street as the pack house instead of in.
I quickly grabbed my stuff and ran into the house. I found a room that was a red color, and claimed it as mine. I put up all my posters of football, soccer, basketball, and baseball players. I added the final touch. It was a picture of me and Michael Jordan. When I was 5, my mom reluctantly took me to to one of his games.
"Lexi dinners ready!" My mom called. Salad REALLY! I need meat and junk food, and a life, but mostly a life. I filled my plate.
"Can we have Chinese tomorrow?" Zach mumbles with a full mouth.
"Zach, I would really appreciate it if you would speak with your mouth full, with nutritious food." I spoke with a stern voice, obviously pretending to be mom. I don't know why it was so funny, but this one line made him spew his food everywhere. I bursted out laughing, and fell out of my chair.
"Why do I put up with you two!" my mom says chuckling.
"Get to bed! I want good report cards from the both of you two!" she says swatting our behinds playfully as we pass.
I entered my room and changed into my pj's and fell asleep. Tomorrow will defiantly be exciting.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't do Pretty
Werewolf"Mate." his breath fanned against my face. "You see, I don't do love, so um you can reject me and let's get this over with." I say stuttering at our closeness. "How about a bet." he said his perfect low voice rumbled. "A bet? What about?" curse m...
