It's A Choice

Chapter 1

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* is all I hear as I stuff a soft pillow over my face trying to block out the sound of my nightmares. Meanwhile contemplating what horrendous act I did in my past life to deserve this awful fate of having to get up at 7 A.M. to go to jail, I mean school.

The only good thing about school is my group of friends that I love, and feel so cherished by. Everyone in my grade is friendly, yes there are cliques such as a "popular group" due to the fact that they have more friends and usually either are captains of a athletic team or have a high pack status. Though there's no mean "jocks" or "sluts", some people are not my favorite but that's just out of personal preference. I wouldn't call myself popular, but I have friends who are that are hilarious. Though I love my core group I still like to just chat with other people who I see from day to day. Though all in all I'm just ordinary, well as ordinary as a werewolf can be, but since I live in an all werewolf community it doesn't make much of a difference.

Sadly it's time to get back to reality. I lay in bed contemplating whether there's anything important enough that I can't miss going on today at school. I'm not a kid who tends to just ditch school; I strive to do well in school as well as work hard for my grades because I was not just simply born with intelligence. But, I'm no stranger to not paying attention in class, procrastinating for hours before actually starting work, or taking the occasional "mental health day". Though just because I try to do well in school to the best of my ability, doesn't mean I still don't always wonder who in their right mind would willingly wake up early to spend 7+ hours in hell?! Not me at least. I prefer to stick to my motto of, "If the sun's not up, I'm not up."

I finally can't take it anymore and grab my phone to shut off the blaring alarm clock. I sit up from my original prostate position thinking, 'Well, just got my ab workout in for the day.' Sliding my stubbled hair covered legs over the side of my bed, I stand up and stumble over to my bathroom while rubbing the sleep out of my brown eyes.

Once I reach bathroom I yell at Alexa (the amazon machine not a person lol) to put on some music, then proceed with my everyday morning routine, consisting of going to the bathroom, brushing my hair and teeth, you get the point. I throw on a pair of black jeans with rips in them, a gray v neck, with a blue and white flannel over top, and my classic pair of Adidas superstars. Cute, classic, yet comfy just how I like it. As I'm tying my sneakers I hear my mom yell,

"CORINNE WALSH GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT, YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

"COMING!" I scream back. Grabbing my navy with light blue detailing north face backpack and making my way out of my room. I stare longingly at my bed one last time till I get to come back to my true love tonight, 'The hardest goodbye, yet my favorite hello.' I think to myself. As I make my way downstairs I do my best not to face plant.

When I reach the kitchen I see my mother who looks nothing like me considering she's blonde and blue/green eyed, while I'm over here with dark brown hair with natural auburn highlights shining through in the light. I grab the keys to my baby, and walk over to my mom, kissing her on the cheek as I continue on my way, saying,

"Bye!" and petting my Bernese Mountain Dog, Hudson, on the way out. As I step into the garage I see my baby, aka my all matte black FJ Ford, or as my friends and I call it, "The Tank". Opening the driver's side door I slide in while putting my backpack in the passenger seat. I place the keys in the ignition feeling the car come to life. I then connect my iPhone to the aux and let my Spotify playlist blast through the subwoofers of the car, feeling the vibrations pass through my body in the process. I open the garage door with a remote control and switch the car from park to drive, finally pulling out and heading to *shudder* school.