The Survivors (The Alpha Daughter)

S e v e n

"Luna?" my mother called from downstairs.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Yes?" I called down.

"I have to go to the station, breakfast is on the table!" she said and I heard the clicks of her heels ascending the staircase before my door was pushed open.

"Okay," I replied, shielding my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Love you sweetie," she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek, "Bye."

"Bye," I said as she walked out and closed my bedroom door.

I stretched and threw the sheets off my legs and slipped off my bed.

I pulled out a pair of dark grey skinny jeans and a white singlet, then pulled out a long sleeved flannel that was a forest-y shade of green.

I put on the objects of clothing, rolling up the flannel sleeves, and pulled on some cream coloured ankle boots.

I made my bed — well, threw my sheets over so it wasn't messy and so it was 'acceptable' before quickly running down the hall and gliding down the stairs then spinning to the kitchen.

My mum always said I got my morning person from dad.

I opened the fridge door and saw mum made toast, so I decided to eat it on the way to school.

I saw that the kettle was already boiled, so while munching my toast, I got a paper coffee cup from the cupboard and placed it on the table, before adding a spoon of coffee and another of sugar.

I poured in the steaming water, and added milk before stirring and sipping it carefully as to not burn my mouth.

I grabbed my lunchbox out of the fridge and my books off the dining table, and threw them into my bag.

I got the other piece of toast and walked down the hall, slinging my bag over my shoulder and opening the door before grabbing my keys and locking the door behind me.

I bit my toast and gulped down some coffee as I made my way to school.

I listened to the noises that echoed throughout the street, such as the wind gently blowing and birds tweeting as the sun slowly hovered into the sky.

After a few minutes of silence, I heard the running footsteps of someone behind me and I turned around just as Mark grabbed my shoulders.

"Heyyy," I smiled.

"Dang it Luna!" he huffed and laughed, and bent over for breath.

I laughed and gave him my drink bottle, and he drunk a fair bit before his face was back to normal colour.

"What's up?" I asked him.

"The sky," he answered then added, "nothing much."

I saw an old lady across the street, watching us from her curtains but quickly hid as I sensed she was watching.

I looked away as Mark started kicking a stone while we resumed walking, "There is actually something strange."

"Yeah?" I asked him, looking up to face him as I kicked the same stone.

"I smell something... strong... and it smells sweet?" he said as a sort of question.

"Huh, I don't smell anything," I say.

"No, I think it's got something to do with my senses," he said kicking the stone once again.

"Wonder what it is," I furrowed my eyebrows.

We turned the corner and I saw the school building way up ahead.

"Race you," Mark smiles and starts to run.