Alexandria Tarbell lives in Essex, Vermont. With her parents at their busy jobs and Cobey, the one friend she has. Alexandria's life isn't the most glamorous.
She spends her time reading books beneath the great green and yellow trees and makes her m...
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You know when you find yourself in a confrontational and foreign situation, and you just wish you were back under your favourite tree reading a book? I did not fit in well with change. I like things in a particular way. My books in order of genre, and then in order of author. If someone came along and placed a book where it didn't belong, there was a problem. My teas are colour co-ordinated in the pantry. My textbooks stacked on top of each other from smallest to largest.
And myself, someone who's supposed to be studying for exams, going to college and then getting a job. Someone who was supposed to keep to herself and stay out of the way.
As I stood in the middle of this breezy open grassland, I ask myself, why me? Why couldn't I just be the daughter of a lawyer? But no, I just had to be the daughter of an Alpha werewolf.
"Ria...?" my dad carefully pulls me out of my trance. I blink a few times and look over to my mother, then to Kelly, and then to Isaiah. Looking for sane answers.
"Uh-I...I can't" I finally breathe out, "I'm sorry".
And with that, I turn around and walk straight back into the forest, with no clue where I'm going. I hear my parents call my name but I block out their voices and continue walking deep into the woods.
With my heart racing and my mind in panic mode, I pick up the pace, dodging and more so stumbling over various obstacles.
I stop for a minute to catch my breath. I don't know where I've wondered off to. The tall trees are overbearing and the cold air sits uncomfortably on my cheeks. I continue straight ahead, the walk feeling longer on the way back than it did on the way there.
Where am I going?
My self-conscious at this point is screaming for answers. Ones I cannot seem to give.
I just keep walking, and walking. Until I spot an opening, I run towards it with joy and relief. My boots sink into the dirt and my jacket falls slightly off my shoulders as I run and reach the opening. As I reach the paved road I notice my very unfamiliar surroundings.
"Oh my god" I breathe out in panic, I look around myself for any sort of sign for direction.
Nothing.
I let out a frustrated growl, "Seriously?!"
I put my head in my hands and tear up a little at the sticky situation I've seemed to put myself in.
Breathe, Alexandria. Concentrate.
You can do this.
I look straight back up, fix my jacket back onto my shoulders and push my hair behind my ears.
It's either left or right. I think back to when I'm lost when driving, I always turn left if I'm unsure and that so far has seemed to work.
With poor evidence to turn left and my sense of uncertainty, I face the left of the road and continue down its smooth pavement ground. Something was telling me that this was wrong.
