the bookworm's alpha

prologue

        "I still don't understand why we're moving, papa," I mumbled as I climbed into the passenger's seat of my father's car.

It's a beautiful sea-frost green 1968 Camaro with two black racing stripes, still in almost perfect condition. The air conditioner and radio don't work, but the heater is absolutely amazing(the joys of living somewhere cold).

He said that he wanted to drive this one there instead of his other car which is much more suited for driving daily or driving across states. He won't give a reason as to why though.

My father sighed, "A fresh start, besides I got a job offer and it's much better than the one I have now."

He got a job offer? I didn't realize that he was looking for new jobs. I understand that we're moving because of a new job, but why do we need a fresh start? A fresh start from what?

"But papa-" he cut me off.

"No but's, young lady, it's final." He said sternly, starting up the engine and driving off.

I sighed, sinking into my seat before plugging my earbuds in so I can listen to my music while I read.

        I watched as the amount of vegetation grew while we drove, hearing my music blasting in my ears.

I would still be reading right now, but I was only able to bring one book with me in the car, (I have more in the trunk, though). But I've already read the book that I brought with me cover to cover

five times while being trapped in the car.

"We'll stop at the nearest hotel we can find and stay the night there, okay?" my father suggested after he pulled one of my earbuds out.

What if the nearest hotel is a bad hotel? Like one described in a horror book.

"Not like I have a choice." I shrugged.

My father sighed.

"As long as I can switch out books I'll be fine," I muttered.

"Deal." My father nodded, a small grin on his face.

        "Rei, it's time to wake up." I heard my father say, shaking my shoulder gently. "We're at our new house. Rei?"

"When did I even fall asleep?" I yawned, rubbing my eyes and closing my book.

"Only a couple of hours back." my father answered. "Your room should already have your bed in it already, so go find it and get to sleep. You still have school tomorrow."

That's absolutely lovely: a long road trip to a new place and a new house and then having school the next day. Wonderful, just wonderful.

"Okay, father." I nodded, grabbing my book and going inside to search for my new room.

Oh, joy.

It's my mortal enemy.

Stairs...