my scarred mate

Chapter 1- The new student

Hello you poor people who has the misfortune to find this book. To tell the truth it's probably terrible. But it's my first book and I'm going to give it a go......

My name is Aria and I don't talk. I haven't said a word since I was six. 

Since my mum left, my Dad blamed me and that is when he changed.

 He used to be a loving father. I was his little princess and he loved me. 

But my mum left us, he changed and now my life is very different.

Chapter 1

Aria's POV

I stared into the river just feeling the wind in my hair and the water rushing through my fingers.

 I felt calm. A feeling which I don't feel often.

Suddenly, from the trees there came a breath taking brown wolf, he was beautiful.

 I should have been scared but I wasn't. Something about it just felt right. 

The wolf padded over to me and silently joined me staring into the river.

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BLIP BLIP BLIP.
The sound of my alarm had me flinching up in bed so fast I whacked my head on the sloping roof of my little attic room, 

if I wanted to I could reach out and touch both walls for my small, lumpy mattress.My room is very plain and bare with just a mattress on the floor with an alarm clock next to it. 

That's about all I have room for, but its my room, my safe place, a place where they will never come, where I can be free from the almost constant physical and verbal abuse my family dishes out like chocolate, not that I have had chocolate for years, chocolate is too good for me. 

I rolled over and turned off my alarm clock, blinking away sleep.

I stared at the ceiling for as long as I dared, remembering my dream.
But before long I dragged myself out of my bed and went downstairs to make my brother and dad breakfast.

I look at the notepad on the table which my dad has written my morning to-do list on.

1. Make us seven pancakes each for breakfast.

2. Do the dishes

3. Clean the kitchen

4. Make your brother's lunch for school

I stare at the list. I will have to work fast if I want to make it to school in time.

I quickly threw together the pancake batter and heated up the pan, doing my washing up as the pancakes cook. Multitasking is a skill I have mastered over the years as a way to please my dad and get everything done in time. 

Once the pancakes were cooked I put them on the plates and got started on cleaning the kitchen and making Tyler's lunch. 

Once I was finished, I quickly ran up stairs before throwing on my clothes. It didn't take me long to decide on what to wear since I only have a few clothes. Tyler has a whole wardrobe full of designer labels but my dad decided long ago he would only buy me clothes when necessary.

I ran a brush through my tangled hair and looked at my reflection in the cracked mirror, my plain brown hair, limply drooped down my back, my dull blue eyes that used to shine with life, the shine beaten out of them years ago. 

I wasn't tall, but I wasn't small ever and I would have a nice figure if I wasn't unhealthily thin, my dad says I only got food if i'm good. Nothing is good enough for him.