The Game Called Love

ALICE

ALICE's POV

I turned on the shower and stripped myself of all of what I was wearing at the time. I stepped inside. It was warm. Very warm inside the shower that I wanted to stay there, but I couldn't. I quickly scrubbed myself with soap. My head. Arms. Torso. Legs. Done. Once I made sure that I was completely clean, I stepped out of the shower and onto a red rug. I stared at my reflection in the big mirror by the sink.

Small face. Big eyes that are different colors. A mouth that curls into a smile whenever I'm happy. Pointy silver ears on the top of my head. Long, silver hair that falls down to my mid-back. A silver tail with traces of gold hidden in it. Long legs. Alice Sky. That's what I see in the mirror.

"Alice, time for dinner!" My Mom yelled from downstairs. I quickly put on my clothes and rushed down the stairs, not caring if my hair was brushed all the way, but about the food. "Hi Alice!" My brothers and sister said altogether. "Hi!" I replied. My family consists of me, my two twin brothers, my little sister and my mom and dad. Nico, one of my brothers has a left brown ear with silver streaks and a right silver ear with brown streaks on it with a right blue eye and purple left one and brown hair with streaks of silver on it. While my other brother, Oliver has a right brown ear with streaks of white and a left white ear and a left blue eye and a right purple eye and brown hair with hints of white and silvery strands. They are of Wolf kind. My sister, Anna has white ears with brown streaks on it with a red right eye and a blue left one and silver hair with brown streaks. She is of Catalia kind, like me and dad. My mom is of Wolf kind and has brown hair and brown ears with a hint of white on it and a purple left eye and a right red one. My dad has silver ears and silver hair like me and Anna. He has eyes that are different colors too, but they seem to change with his emotions. Right now, they're blue and yellow. 'Hungry, tired after a day's long of work.' I think to myself as I take my seat at the table.

My dad works as a professor at a university, whom I've forgotten the name of. He teaches the students there about our history, about our planet. My mom works as a writer. She writes Fantasy Novels for kids and teens. I could tell right off the bat, they are both tired, so I ask, "Are you guys ok?" "Yeah.." My dad replies, his eyes opening and closing. "Yep!" My mom replies, excited. My mom could hide her tiredness, but my dad definitely couldn't. My mom asks, "Are you alright, Dominick?" "Yeah... Vi.." My dad mumbles, eyes opening and closing. My mom then stands up and lifts my dad off of his seat and onto her shoulder. My siblings and I weren't at all disturbed by this, seeing that they did this every day. She places him on our comfy couch in the living room and eats her food.

Seeing mom do that makes me think of the boy on the bus, the Hazer boy. 'I didn't get his name.' I thought. 'Well, it's not like I wouldn't see him again, he goes to school.' And I did, the next day.