Nighthound: Genesis

Beginning

(A/N This story might be a little extreme at some points. It just depends on where my mind takes me. Alexandra is up in the media. Enjoy!)

The putter-patter of the rain falling angrily off the window was enough to make anyone depressed. By anyone, I mean my family and I.......... as if we weren't depressed already. My father just got a promotion to the manager to his business. To him, its a really huge opportunity, but to me, its everyday life. Promotion means moving, and moving and I don't get along.

Like we didn't move enough already. My father is a "maintainer", so he travels to different states to maintain the quality of important buildings. The Pentagon, The Lincoln Memorial, The White House. Its all very interesting and fun at first, but after a while, it gets old, depressing, and very unwanted.

Why, you may ask? Well, I've already had leave all of my friends behind in each town I've traveled to. Gone, like petals on the wind, (Poetic, right?) Second, new town means new school and new work. Being seventeen comes with its perks, high school, however, is not one of them. Last off, have you ever noticed the beauty of this world? The green trees, the sparkling oceans, the friendly people all around, its amazing!........ though I wouldn't know. Life for me is busy, busy, busy. I barley have anytime to myself.

My mother turned to me from the front passenger seat with a smile on her face. She can't lie to me. That smile is forced. My mother also had enough of the moving, but that still didn't mean she had to slack on being a role model for me. Though fake, that smile was comforting. I eased up a bit, my caramel brown eyes meeting her golden ones.

"Look Alexandra," She began, sighing a little. "I know its tough....... moving and all, but you'll be fine. The town we're moving to is very friendly, and I'm sure you'll make alot of new friends."

Like I haven't heard that before. This was the same thing she told me, every time. There wasn't much I could do about it though. After all, life is one wild ride, sometimes, you can't choose your destiny.

A flicker of green arose in my eyes as I saw a faint little sign. I was small, small enough for a puppy to reach, but I could still read its bold, black words:

Welcome to Arasville!

Well, we're here...... again. A new beginning as my father calls it. Sometimes, I wish he was unemployed.