You Have Got To Be Kidding Me!

4

I woke up to the most annoying sound to ever grace the ears of a human being.

An alarm clock.

(I know you're all probably confused as to how its the next morning already but really, yesterday was boring and completely irrelevant. I went to last period which was art class and walked home. The only thing exciting was the buffet my family and I had before bed. So you see? I saved you the boredom....

You're welcome!)

Back to script:

The alarm clock was screaming at me to get up and wouldn't stop.
Even after I chucked the thing at a wall and covered my head with a pillow, it was still ringing in my ears.

Worst part of the morning.

Then came this thing they call getting up? Yea, I wish I could tell you I got up and stretched, bouncing with happiness and opening my curtains.

No way.

Contrary to popular belief, its inhuman to get up happy and I refuse to accept that its a reality.

Even if I'm not human.

I eventually got to the bathroom after a couple of yawns and cringed when I looked in the mirror.

I looked like hell.
My hair was everywhere and my face was smeared with the remnants of sleep.

I set to work, taming my wild curly black hair into a semi decent ponytail and washed my face smiling slightly at my good fortune of not having an achene problem.
I had an oval face with high cheekbones, soft lips and a smallish nose.
I spent the next hour brushing my teeth, bathing and humming "Jem and the Holograms'"- " Young Blood".

I got out of the bathroom in a way better mood than I entered and dried my body while grabbing black pants and a lumberjack T-shirt. I clumsily dragged them on, completing my outfit with black  ballet flats.

Doing one last check in the mirror, I rugged my hair out of its ponytail, letting the rubber bands dangle around my wrist. My black hair was crazy curly and flowed past my shoulders... I put on a red headband to match the shirt and grabbed my bag pack as I realized I look decent, heading down stairs to greet my family.

Now let's get a cliché out of the way.

•We live in the forest. Our housing set up is different from what you think though.
There's the pack house in which the Alpha and his family lives. Young werewolves who have lost their parents also live there and so do others who hit a rough patch (a few houses burnt down about a month ago by some rival pack or the other). The other houses for individual pack members are scattered around the compound and we all get privacy so it works out.
(My house is the closest one to the pack house.... I'll tell you why later... Or maybe now..... And no, my father isn't the beta...

My mother is.)

Bet you didn't see that coming huh?

Well, its simple really, my mother is the oldest of her siblings and our past beta, my grandfather, had three girls before he had a boy who wasn't really fit to be beta. And so, with my mother being as strong as she is, she took up the responsibility when grandfather died. She's been a beta for ten years and no one could have done better.

I was met with the sound of her humming as I descended the stairs. She was always up before everyone but my father and they both ran out every morning to do perimeter checks and start the drilling of the pack warriors in training (this included: dragging all of them out of bed; adolescent males and females love sleep and hate being woken at four in the morning to do laps and lift weights).

"Good morning Avery..... " her voice was soothing and I couldn't resist hugging her back as she attacked me.

We were in the kitchen, her in an apron and me promptly sitting down to devour my breakfast.

Mom was a modern day wife. She did all the mom stuff while balancing her job at the local bakery and being the beta. She owned the bakery so that made life easier since she didn't really need to be there.... (That's what managers and employees are for).

My dad walked in a few minutes into my pig out session, having an intense argument with my brother about Marvel and DC superheroes.

Dad was team DC and Robin, ironically, was team Marvel.

I couldn't care less and rolled my eyes as I finished my pancakes.

Robin huffed as dad made a point and they got all excided as Robin stated that Hulk is unstoppable. Then dad reminded him that Batman existed.

My family is weird like that.

My father is an avid watcher of cartoons.
Any cartoons.
Disney, Pixar, DC, Marvel....

He was just...Dad..

I hurriedly jumped up and ran past him, before I was dragged into the never ending debate.

I rushed to my car and jumped in with a relieved sigh.
My car was a birthday present that was a few months early but I loved it anyways.

I sent a quick text to my best friend and hurried off to school... Let the race begin.

(Yea, so that was a quick review of my morning.... The story will get better once I get into the writing.... I am being forced to do this anyways)