Quick Shift

Chapter 7; Alayna

I was rudely awoken with a remote to the stomach by Kamren who was hiding across the room behind the bed she had slept in. Smart. I hate being woken up and everyone who knows me, understands how dangerous it is to wake me. I looked around at the array of items that she had thrown. Honestly, she couldn’t have postponed this little trip until say tomorrow? I’m a bitch without my sleep. Whatever though, whichever revenge I decide to plant on her is her fault. I hope she knows that.

All I know is my parents are probably livid right now. I would be grounded for an extremely long time. Looking at my phone I decided that calling anyone back would cause issues on my part. I didn’t check my messages or my voice mail, but all the calls I got were from my parents, Addie, Dylan and Hayden. Even Audrey had called me, probably in hope that Kami would answer.

Unplugging my charger from the wall I put it back in my gray athletic bag that I normally use for track meets. Getting out of bed I cleaned up and made the bed while Kam was playing a game on her iPod. I was angry about the situation I was in.

At three am this morning I never had anticipated the wrath I was going to receive when I actually got home. I never really considered anything. I only went for two reasons. First, if something happened to Kam I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, the guilt would eat me alive. Second, I wanted an adventure before I stumbled across my mate and wouldn’t be able to. I needed the excitement of the unknown. I didn’t know if we would die, or get run over by a car. I liked knowing I really shouldn’t be doing this, but I was here anyways. Well, maybe they’re three reasons. Third, to give Daniel a piece of my mind.

We went downstairs, saw Logan and Jenny, thanked them for their help, and promised to come back soon. Soon after that we were at the bus stop waiting to board. The giant Peter Pan bus pulled up and we got on finding it hard to find a seat where we could both sit next to each other.

We found ourselves behind an old, grey-haired woman reading a Danielle Steel book and in front a little girl playing with a Barbie doll leaning on her mother. Who, may I add was also kicking Kamren’s seat. But she bit back her annoyance. The bus was loud and the people ranged from babies to old men and women. My phone rang and the picture on it was my mother in all of her glory on the phone with her black hair in a high pony tail and her brown eyes being covered by her hand. She never was one for pictures.

“Just answer.” Kam told me.

“Hi Mom.” I greeted her coldly.

“Alayna Rae Taylor! Where are you!?” She yelled into the phone making me take the phone away from my ear as I jumped from the noise. Most parents would be concerned and then angry, but not her. My mother was always angry. If I breathed incorrectly she would probably yell at me.

“I’m on a bus. I’m with Kami. We’re okay, I promise.” I told her. It sounded as if I were bored; which I was because this is typical of her. She would call me screaming more times than she actually treated me like a human being.

“What the hell Alayna! Do you think about anyone else but yourself? Where are you going!?” She demanded. It made my blood boil. Of course I think of people besides myself. Isn’t that how I got dragged into this mess!?

“We’re finding Daniel! Now if you call me one more time and yell at me my phone is going off and staying that way! Clear? You have no idea what’s going on Mom! None at all! And calling me to scream about it isn’t going to help anything! I’ll call you tomorrow.” With that I hung up. Brought my feet onto the seat, wrapped my arms around my knees and put my forehead into them.

This is going to be a long trip. I told myself.

An hour or so went by, it was three give or take a half hour or so. Kamren and I sat in silence, once and a while we would shift in our seats moving the pair of head phones that we shared that connected us to our music. Every three minutes we’d get annoyed of a song and silently changed it. We didn’t need to talk to understand that we have no idea what we were getting ourselves into.