The Alpha's Fate

01

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The car ride to our new house was dull. I watched as the trees and nearby establishments passed me by. The sky above is gloomy, like how it would look like when it's about to rain. I looked around the tiny van and noticed two of my siblings were comfortably sleeping. But the position my older brother is currently in would surely give him a stiff neck once he wake up. Poor guy.

I remove my travel pillow around my neck and reached around him then positioned it around his neck and gently placed his head on my sister's shoulder. I'm not sure if this would help but it looks somehow comfortable now.

It caught my my Dad's attention and he smiled at me from the rear view window.

"Hey," My Dad greeted me. "Did you sleep well?"

"Somehow, but I still want the comfort of my bed." I replied with a sigh. "My butt hurts from sitting here for hours and I want to stretch my legs so bad."

Dad gave me an apologetic smile. "One more hour to go." And he focused his full attention on the road again.

I let out a long sigh, for the hundredth time since we left our house. Here we are again, moving out. I hope we settle for good this time because I'm tired of packing and leaving. Always leaving behind my friends and the life I got accustomed to.

This is going to be a long day, I can't wait to rest.

I let my mind drift to the time when I was about 6 years old. Where we had to live overseas because of Dad's work. I was throwing tantrums at the airport, crying and screaming because I didn't want to leave my home country. Especially my friends and a few relatives. Even the staffs at the airport got involved and had tried to talk me out of it but they were unsuccessful. A lot of attempts, and victory is theirs when they successfully calmed me down by giving me a pack of candies. How could they not know at the start how to calm down a 6 year old child throwing tantrums and shit?

I laughed at the memory considering the fact that I have grown to love Germany over the course of time. Shaking my head at the thought, those were the start of our many settle and leave scenarios.

"What are you laughing out about?" My head snapped at the voice of my mother at the front seat. She's giving me one of her - you're laughing again like an idiot - smile that I know too well.

"That time I was being bitchy at the airport." I told her.

"I mean, you're pretty much bitchy your whole life."

I stared at her, thinking of a good comeback but came up with nothing. So, I simply rolled my eyes at her. Was I really that bitchy?

I closed my eyes and tried going back to sleep. But I have this jumpy feeling at the pit of my stomach, like the feeling of excitement where you just want to jump and go. This refrained me from going back to sleep.

A few minutes have passed and I don't know if I could wait a little longer. It's almost dinner time and I'm getting hungry. I should have packed myself a sandwich or something before we left earlier.

"Mom," I called the attention of my mother who is listening to music with one earphones on. She's chewing on a granola bar, which can never satisfy my hunger. I've already eaten about five during the whole trip and it's not enough.

"Moooom," I once again called her attention, and this time she turned her head towards my direction while holding out a pack of assorted candies. I took it from her, thankful that I can munch on something for the mean time.