Here I am, sitting here, in my dimly lit room, on my dark grey, twin sized, bed, reading this. I'm thinking 'We have gotten way past this, John, the humans don't need protection from everyone.' Humans were all set up with a creature for a mate, so there are many hybrids in the world, but the lucky ones get there own kind as a mate. It's the only thing keeping their kind in existence. But they screwed up natural order and now we can be stuck wth any type of creature in the world. I don't know why I say creatures, it just sounds better than beings or monsters. Anyway, I bet you are wondering who the hell I am. My names Zedd Hemings, weird right? Who names their kid Zedd? Anyway, I'm a werewolf, and the omega of the pack. No I'm not weak, I'm actually stronger than Alpha Dawson. Hate that guy, but I hate his son more. Fucking bastard. If I wanted to, I would beat the shit out of the kid, but that would mean having to deal with the alpha, and probably being kicked out of the pack or something stupid like that.
I carefully get up, place John's notebook on my night stand, and walk across my bedroom. 'Over all the shit I threw on my floor while changing for the past few days. Gosh I need to clean this room.' At the thought I chuckle, knowing it might never happen. The rest of the house is spotless, thank God, I normally help my dad out with the rest of the house since he is working twenty four seven. Being the omegas of the pack, we aren't provided with the nose cities that are normally laid out for every pack member. We don't even get to live in the pack house, we live in a small cottage towards the edge of the territory. It's only the two of us, Dad and I, struggling to keep our own lives in order. My mom, well, she left when I was four. It's hard to believe she left, considering she is my dad's mate, but I guess bad things happen to good people. Now, back to the present.
Walking out into the hall I'm met with cool, fresh air. I sigh in satisfaction, and walk down my obnoxiously loud stairwell, entering the living room. After walking behind the couch, to the door right behind it, I finally enter my goal; the kitchen. Hey, I'm a full grown werewolf, where did you expect me to go? Anyway, I make myself a nice, ham and cheese, un crusted, sandwich. At least in my opinion it's nice. I put the mayo, cheese, ham, and bread away along with the butter knife in the sink. I grab my plate with the sandwich and am about to bite into to it, when there is a knock on my door. I internally groan. 'Who could possibly be at the door at this time of night?' Gently putting down the plate, I quickly walk out of the kitchen, through the living room, to the front door. Since we have no peak whole, and I don't feel like walking to a window, I just open the door. Of course, my eyes met with the eyes of Peter Dawson, soon to be alpha. Glaring, I say "What the hell do you want Dawson?" The guy chuckled before making a egotistical remark, "Zedd, is that anyway to treat your handsome, future Alpha?" "Fuck off." I hiss through clenched teeth. Peter laughed once again. "Ah, Zedd, always the rebel. Now there is a pack party coming up for some new pack members we will get in a week. You and your father are required to be there. I thought since we shouldn't be seen in public together-" "Isn't that the truth..." I mutter, cutting him off. "-I would tell you when everyone is asleep. Now that you know, I'm going. See ya omega." And with that, the jackass walked down my driveway, to his parked car across to street. He turned to give me one last look, and than opened his car door, slammed it, and drove away after starting it. I close the door, walk back to my kitchen, and go to eat my sandwich. 'I can't wait to sleep.' I mutter in my head, while chewing the sandwich... I walk to my room after my small dinner, and flop on my bed, I look at my clock. '1:30' it reads. My eyes start to feel heavy, and they shut close like a curtain.
Waking up to the beeping of my alarm clock at 6:30 in the morning is quite annoying. 'Happy Monday Zedd.' I mutter to myself. I through my hand on top of this stupid alarm to shut it up, and clumsily get out of bed. Of course I trip over a few books and my bag. Opening my drawer, I pick out a black, v- necked shirt for the day, black jeans, and pull out boxers from another drawer. I walk into my hall way, and pause just so I can hear my dads snores. Weird, I know, but I like to know he made it home safe. After checking on him, I go to the bathroom and shower, change, brush my teeth, and fix my light brown hair, even though it's still tossed looking. I stop what I'm doing and stare at myself in the mirror. 'Pathetic.' My mind suddenly remarks, making me look away from the mirror. I pick up my dirty clothes and drop them in the hamper behind the door, befor exiting the bathroom. Going to my room, I grab my brown leather jacket and put it on, along with my bookbag, which I throw over my shoulder, and head downstairs, past the living room, and into the kitchen. There I make myself 2 pb&j sandwiches, grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and grab a paper bag to put it all in. Since I'm done with my lunch, I go grab a banana from the pile of fruit on a plate that's in a counter. Doing that, I check the time. '6:50' it reads. 'Just in time.' With that thought, I hurriedly devour the banana, through away the peal, and head out of the kitchen, grab my IPhone that's charging on a wall in the living room, and walk out of my house.
