Layla's point of view.
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'Three... Two... One... Blow!' I heard and took a big breath.
I exhaled the air above the 17 little candles that went of one by one. In one breath I turned them off... all 17.
'What did you wish for?' Katy asked. I slicked... I had to lie since I hadn't been thinking about that.
Now with another year added to my list, I was only 365 days away from complete freedom. I didn't really know what I wanted to do after that... I only knew I wanted to be on that point of life.
My mom and dad cuddled up. Eric was talking to Katy, Aron was staring at me. Aron is my boyfriend by the way... He's blond haired and had emerald green eyes that look amazing in every light. I was lucky I had him in my life. He was 19 and everything I could wish for. Eric walked up to me.
'How're ya' doin', princess?' he smiled and hugged me. I felt his strong arms pressing against my back. Eric was tall. He had gone through some dramastic changes. The guy I grew up with, with a cute smile and innocent eyes, turned into a very very big man. A deep voice and dark eyes. He started working out and I think became addicted with sporting, cause why on earth was he so god damn beautiful?
'I'm fine, I feel old.' I answered him. He grinned and his extraordinary white teeth were shown to me. I was so jealous. I heard the doorbell ring.
'I'm going to get that one.' I said as I walked to the hall. I opened the door and found at least 15 people. They looked quit angry.
'Can I help you?' I asked nervously... I saw the biggest one smile at me. I wondered why.
Wait...
I had my birthday hat on... of course... Well, it's my birthday!
'Yeah, we're looking for... for Thompson. Frederik Thompson.' the big one answered. They were all a bit tanned. My eyes fell on the girl a bit in the back. She looked like a fighter. It looked she had made journey through the forest and had faced a zombie apocalypse... She was hard. They all did smell weird. They had something very dirty... The big guy had black eyes and looked like he was looking for a fight. It looked like his shirt was too small for him, so I could see his abs perfectly making a contour in his shirt.
'Ehm,.. yeah... I will call him.' I said. I noticed I was staring and it didn't make me feel good. I turned around only to see my dad angrier than ever.
'Dad, they're here for you.' I said and felt someone's body standing close to me. The difference in height was incredible. The big guys faced my father.
'Alpha Thompson.' I heard the big guy say. Alpha?
My dad is more of a beta person. He likes maths and physics and stuff. Alpha... That more like my mother.
'Princess, get out.' my dad said to me. Without questioning his decision I walked away. I walked to the livingroom and felt tension. It was my birthday, but nobody seemed to care. Everyone felt the tension. Something was wrong. Something was not right. I walked to the garden. Everyone except a few listened to the conversation. A couple of people followed me to the garden. I frowned. I grabbed something to drink and I heard some foot steps. I turned around to find Mya's disturbed face.
'Hey! You're here!' it came out like I didn't want her to be here. She narrowed her eyes. What was going on?
'Mya, get them out of here.' I heard Mason say. I always felt weird every time I saw Mason. He was weird. He was not very social, but incredibly gorgeous. Aron came up to me.
'Hey, babe what's going on?' he asked as I shook my head. Mya grabbed my shoulder and pulled me towards the porch. Aron followed us, trying to hold in his thoughts, but I knew they were kind of...
WHAT THE FUCK?!
She turned around at the porch.
'EVERYBODY FOLLOW ME!' she demanded.
And I knew that I was on my to the unknown.
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