Alaska's just an ordinary girl going to highschool. She is beautiful, kind, smart and creative. She could sing and had everyone around her seemed happy. You could say she was more of a social butterfly. She's spontaneous and kept it casual about everything nothing seemed to bother her. Or so everyone thought.
Hi, that girl were talking about. That's me. My name is Alaska Renee Moore I'm just an ordinary girl. Except all those things people think about me aren't true. It's just a mask.
I grew up here in Chippewa Falls Wisconsin. It's a small town with not a lot of people. I live here with my family. It's just me my parents and my siblings. We aren't a big family there is only five of us and are pets.
Let me introduce my family, it's me of course. My mother Diane Lynn Moore, My father Brian Rae Moore, Titus Joe Moore, and Iris Cecile Moore.
My father and mother are Irish and German mix. My mother and brother have a rich color of brown hair and my sister father and I have a fire red mess of curls. My family is all have similar feature to our parents almost as if we had the perfect mix of the both of them. I have my mother's delicate nose and Cheekbones, my dad's green grey eyes and his hair. My sister has My dad's hair and chin, my mother's brown eyes and porcelain skin. My brother has my dad's Irish temper and his strong jawline, My mother's brown straight hair and high cheek bones.
As I've already told you I live in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. My brother and I are high schoolers here and Iris is just going into the fourth grade this year. Titus and I are Twins, he's the star quarterback and I'm just the preppy cheerleader. Could you sense the sarcasm?
Yes, I'm cheer captain but it's not by choice. I would rather be out playing in the soccer field then sitting here at the sidelines at some stupid game where you toss around a ball. The only reason I became a cheer leader was because, I wanted to cheer on my twin. But the girls on the squad are too preppy and up tight about their image. It's a little suffocating. I want to quit but, it's my senior year and I'm trying to hold out and manage both soccer and cheer leading along with drama club. Only thing I enjoy out of those three things would be soccer. It's like I can express my anger and frustrations while I feel the adrenaline of the sport. There isn't anything like it. I can't express how I feel to anyone without the constant fear of being judged.
And that's my baggage. I'm a huge soccer for fitting in. I wish that I wasn't like this but, I am. I've always wanted for people to like me and that my problem I can't turn the switch off in my brain. It's like I see a new person I find what they are interested in and I want to be interested too. I say I am but, I know for a fact I'm not.
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So here I am sitting at a football game, pom-poms in hand cheering for my brother who just made another field goal. Listening to the drone of one of our professors calmly raising his voice to say touchdown.
"Alaska!" I turn to get hit in the face with the football.
"Fuck." Everything goes black for a moment, I remember falling back as someone catches me. From that point on I couldn't remember anything. It was like I was in complete blissful darkness. You could hear the faint noise of the crowd buzzing but, I couldn't focus on it. I was to enveloped on the feeling of this warm darkness. I could've sworn it was cold outside. But all I could feel was a warm feeling on my back and face.
"Alaska." I heard my name from someone who was unfamiliar. "Alaska."
"What?" I was ripped from the comforting darkness and back into the cold football field. The lights were blinding and I could hear the sound of the crowds cheering for my sibling.
I was groggy and I felt the warmth still beneath me. It was a warm body.
"Alaska, that's your name right?" It was a male voice from behind me.
"Uh, yeah." I started pulling away only to be enveloped by a blanket and told to lay down by coach.
"Okay, your awake at least. Do you know what day it is?" I look up to see a complete stranger with ripped jeans and a hoodie. Not even wearing the school colors to represent our team.
"Yeah, of course. It's September 25th." He nods and continues on with questions. All of which I could answer correctly.
"Can I get back to my cheer captain duties? Because, as a member of the cheer squad I have to cheer no matter what. And I don't have time for these silly questions." I get up and walk back to the cheer squad who were doing flips and chanting for our team. I felt fine and even completed the top of the pyramid hooting and hollering for our team.
"Who was that?" Jessica asked next to me. With a huge grin on her face, so tight and fought out.
"I don't know just keep chanting." I smile at her and we exchange a look of understanding.
After the game I meet up with Titus. He's still hyped about his win. He was driver to the party after the game. I was going to drive home but, after he saw the incident with the football he wanted to drive us straight home.
"Ty I'm fine." I look at him as we get into the car.
"Alaska. You took a football to the face, your lucky it didn't give you a black eye or worse a concision!" He looks at me with concern.
"Exactly I'm completely fine!" he starts the car and we start driving. "Can I please go to the party? I won't drink!" I give him the puppy eyes. It didn't seem to faze him.
"No, Mum and Dad would want me to take you home. So your going home end of story." He sighs and looks at me.
"Fine, just 'cause your the older twin doesn't mean you can act like your that much more older than me." I huff as we make our way home. It wasn't a long car ride but, the silence he was giving me felt like it was an eternity.
"Who was that guy anyway? The guy that caught you?"
"I don't know. I don't even know if he goes to our school." I shrug Titus off.
We pull into our drive way. All the lights turned on while Mum and Dad walked on to the porch.
"How was the game? Did it not go well?" Mum smothered us. While Dad helped us with our bags.
"No, Alaska just got her head struck by a football I decided to take her home before I went to the after party." I glare at Titus who I knew full well would be drinking and not coming home.
"Oh, honey are you okay do you have a concussion or are you badly hurt?"
"Mum, I'm fine. I don't have a concussion and my head doesn't hurt. Can I please go with? Ty will be drinking!" I whine and see Titus glare at me. He knew I was not going to. let this go. He watched as I begged our mother to go.
Our Dad stood there weighing out our options. He always believed his children should have fun. I was going to use that to my advantage.
"Dad it would be fun and I feel fine! I promise!" I whine at him and it worked.
"Fine, be home by midnight." I squeal wrapping my arms around his neck. "Keep him from being loud when he gets home Iris will be in bed."
"Thank You Daddy!" I run in the house about to jump in my shower.
I feel the warmth of the shower hit my back and I sing the national anthem. The feeling was ecstatic. I could never sing in front of anyone like I do in the comfort of my shower.
"Alaska, Hurry!" I here Titus bang on the door.
"Okay! I'm coming." I hurry and wrap in a towel.
I got dressed in my skinny jeans and floral tube top. Looking in the mirror I see only the shell of the girl I pretend I am. It was depressing I smile and finish my make-up. I left the bathroom. We had two hours at the party. if we left now and I knew fully well that Titus wouldn't waste anytime to get krunked.
"You ready finally?" I jump into the car and put my mess up into a bun.
"Yes, I rushed out the house without grabbing a jacket." I grumpily sat in the front seat. Freezing my arse off as he rolls down the window to smoke a cigarette.
"Really right now? You could at least keep the window cracked. Instead of all the way down." I huff and grab one for myself.
"Stop complaining." He throws his sweatshirt at me from the backseat.
"I don't want your sweatshirt. It doesn't even smell like you." I cough as the smell of some girl he had a fling with last game day irritates my nostrils.
"Don't complain just put it on." He huffs flicking ash out the window.
"Whatever." I throw on the sweatshirt and light my own.
"You know smoking is bad for you." I chuckle as I take a drag. He laughs flicking more ash out the window.
"Says the one that is smoking herself." We laugh feeling slightly buzzed. We don't smoke a lot, only once and a while usually before or a party or when we are completely stressed over finals.
"You know, no one can know that I smoke Ty." I stare blankly ahead as we near our destination.
"I know. It would ruin your precious reputation. On top of wanting to go to Princeton in the fall. You wouldn't want to tarnish that now would you?" He chuckles. "I get it just looking out for your future. Your secret is safe with me little sis." He ruffles my bun and pulls in the drive way without warning. He takes the cigarette from my hand as he finished his a couple second before pulling into the drive way. I smile stepping out of the car throwing off my brothers sweatshirt.
The smell of cheep beer and vodka fill the air. You could tell this was Nolan's house because, you could smell the pot drifting through the air. I smelt like a sour sticky sweet smell. Or maybe it was the kid vomiting in the bushes.
"You ready?" I smile letting my mess of curls out of its bun.
"Born ready." I stride into the house first. Titus chuckling at my fearlessness.
"Hey Alaska!" Jessica's voice rings in my ears. God she annoys me.
"Hey! Great cheers today! Where are the rest of the girls?" I smile and you could feel the fake-ness saturate my mouth.
"Oh didn't you hear? They thought you weren't going to make it. So they didn't come. I tried to convince them that you were." I look at her like she was stupid and then smile.
"It's okay Jessica. No worries." I smile and walk away. She follows like a moth attracted to a light. Rolling my eyes I make my way to the back yard to see Nolan making the bonfire.
"Hi baby, how's the fire coming?" I kiss his cheek as I smell the pot and alcohol on his clothes. My nose scrunches in disgust but, smile on. All I can think about was I have until May, and I could get out of here and let all the people that aren't important to me go. Including this stupid boyfriend. He doesn't even like me, he only wants me in bed. He's just the stereo typical football jock. All the girls swoon over and want to be with.
I should be happy that I'm with him but, I'm not I hate him to be honest. It was one of those moments in my life where he asked me out 'cause I was the top cheerleader and wanted to be the power couple. He also has a thing for red heads, all of his porn sites he has looked up. They all include a red-headed girl. It's quite disgusting.
"Can you get off? I'm trying to start the bonfire. And your kind of killing the vibe." I role my eyes and take the lighter from him.
"I got it since you can't do it right." I smile and torch the fire. You could hear the faint yell of someone in the background cheering for the fire.
"Come with me." He grips onto my arm squeezing a little too hard. I wince and follow knowing full well if I didn't I would be in more pain.
"You shouldn't grab a women like that." I felt a hand on my shoulder and a hand grip onto his hand. Looking over my shoulder I see him. The guy who caught me at the football game.
"Don't tell me how to treat my girlfriend." Nolan sneers and yanks on my arm.
"I'm going to ask you not to do that to Alaska." the boy scrunches his face as if he were in pain.
"What're you going to do about it twig?" Something snapped with in the brown eyed boy. He charged at Nolan. I tried to get away but, Nolan used me as a shield. I covered my face and tried to sink to the ground. The boy ripped me off of Nolan and set me gently behind him. As he went at Nolan and destroyed his masculine face.
Titus came running down the hill pulling them apart.
"What is going on this is a p-arty." Titus hiccups and slurs. I knew he would be drunk. Meaning I have to drive him home. Nolan came back swinging but, the brown eyed boy blocked and swung. Titus grabbed them both by the shirt this time. Holding them both back from each other.
"Stop." I say to both boys. They look at me like a doe in the headlights. "Titus let them go." I motion for my twin to let the two boys go. I grab them both by the ear and I lead them to the front yard where I knew all the drunks and couples would be. They wouldn't pay attention to what was going on in front of them. They yelped all the way there.
"Nolan sit in the car. I'll be with you in a few moments." I glare as he sits in the car.
"You. What is your name?" I ask the boy with brown eyes and brown hair.
"Kyson." He responds.
"Why are you following me. First you catch me at the football game. And now you're here. Splitting my boyfriend and my 'fight'." I raise my voice a little. Trying to keep it at a whisper so no party-goers can hear us.
"I'm not following you. Even if I was you should be flattered. On top of that you should be thanking me for saving you from that abuse. He obviously doesn't treat you right." Kyson raises his voice making me step away.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't raise my voice at you." He reaches his hand out to shake my hand. "My name is Kyson Wolfe."
I take his hand unsure of what he would do. I don't need another abusive asshole in my life. I thought I should keep my distance.
"Alaska Moore." My brow furrows as he continues to shake my hand.
"Well Alaska. You seem cold since you are clearly shivering. Take my sweatshirt" He let go of my hand and took his sweatshirt off handing it to me. I slip it over my shoulders pleased that he gave it to me.
"Thank you."
"Not a problem." He walks away
"What the actual fuck Alaska? Did You really shake his hand? And introduce yourself? Did you take his sweatshirt too?" Nolan appears behind me.
"Yes, we need to talk." I cross my arms across my chest. "Why did you feel the need to grab me like that? Kyson is right you need to treat me like an actual girlfriend instead of your play thing."
"Bite me." It took me no hesitation, I swung, it hit him square in his navel cannal. I watched as blood oozed from his nose for a second time that night.
"You f*ck!ng B!tch." He went to grab for me I stepped back and let him fall to the ground his drunken and high state was no help to him. He tried to get up but, I didn't let him.
"Stay down, that's where the real b!tch*s belong." I step on the back of his head.
His whole body slumps as he gives up. I get off him and walk away. I looked around no one was outside or looking through the windows. I walk back into the house, it was only 11:30 but, I wanted to go home. I didn't want to be in this stupid house, with immature wannabes.
I searched for Titus, I went out back where I left him. Only to find that he wasn't there. I looked around at each keg stand and down by the stream. No sign of him. I went searching through the house, I went upstairs to every room. I had one last room to search and I was not looking forward to opening the door. You could clearly hear the head board banging and faint moaning. I cringed at the thought of my brother banging with some chick I didn't know or knew that I would later see in school. It was our Senior year and all I wanted this year was to keep my reputation and not walk in on another one of my brothers escapades.
"Titus? You in there?" I knock on the door and hear them move faster. I cringe knowing it was him and he wanted to come faster. "I'm coming in. I'm sorry."
I open the door to find Jessica and my brother. I open my mouth to say something but, I had no words. My brother had no clue what he was doing or he did and didn't care.
"Titus I want to leave! Please." He grunts in response.
"Titus my head is killing me I might need to go to the Urgent Care." Titus groans and gets off Jessica. She whines in response trying to grip for him.
"Let's get ho-me." He hiccups pulling his pants up.
"I'll drive." I avoid all eye contact with Jessica and my brother.
"Yeah, good i-dea." He yawns and hands me the keys.
We make our way to the car and I see Kyson talking to some blonde haired, raccoon eyed, bimbo. She was laughing at something he said and I could feel my chest tighten. As if someone stuck a knife in my heart and twisted it. I did not like this feeling and I had no clue where it was coming from. He smiled and waved. I shook my head and continued on my journey to the car.
"who's sweatshirt are y-ou wearing?" I shrug laying Titus in the backseat. "It really smells like a dudes cologne."
I sniff Kyson's Hoodie. It smelt really nice, granted it smelt clean but, it also smelt as if it had been doused in anarchy by axe.
"It smells soooooo goooooo-d" Titus howls in the back seat.
"I know no close your eyes were going home. Sober up too, Mum and Dad don't want you waking up Iris." I sigh and start on our drive home. I knew I was going to be the only one awake this was going to be a long ride. I spark up a cigarette and play Artic Monkeys.
