Commanded by the Alpha

1: Memories Unfolded

"Allison, your breakfast is on the table," my mother called up from the kitchen, "get up before it gets cold."

Groaning, I staggered to my closet from my overly large bed and began rooting through my choices. I threw on some dark skinny jeans, a red tank top and a denim jacket matching my jeans.

After slipping on my black converse, I approached my mirror that hung over my dressing table, which was flooded with un-attempted school work and magazines. I put my curly, brown hair into a messy bun and applied a small amount of mascara, before proceeding downstairs towards the kitchen.

When I approached my mother, she was sat on a stool reading the latest Vogue magazine. I watched as her eyes skimmed over a flawless yellow summer dress, which probably cost more than our house.

"Hey, what have you got there?" I smirked as I watched her jump in surprise at the sound of my voice.

She scowled at me angrily, before sighing and walked over to the counter bringing back a plate of toast.

"On your first day back to school, you don't even think that making a tiny bit of effort would be nice?" She smiled sadly.

You see, my mother in high school had always been somewhat admired. She held the position of head-cheerleader, sat at the reserved table at lunch, and had the entire male population of the school at her feet.

I was the exact opposite. Shy, quiet and friendless.

"Well, sorry if I don't meet your high standards, mother." I scoffed, biting into a slice of toast. "But there's no reason for me to dress to impress."

I walked over to the door, grabbed my school bag and hauled my way down the country lane.

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After what felt like hours, I finally managed to reach the school. I walked along the path watching the irritated teens of the town, frowning at the sight of the school building.

As I reached the main entrance of the school, I saw Susan and her followers huddled around my locker. I sighed when they caught sight of me, and rushed over with wide smiles on their faces.

"Allie, its been such a long time since I last spoke to you." Susan pouted. "Must be hard having no one to talk to."

I simply looked around for something to distract me, praying that they would leave me alone. Everyone in the halls were now directing their attention towards me, eagerly waiting for a cat fight.

"You know how it is Susan, fun as always." I laughed sarcastically, brushing my shoulder against hers as I headed for my locker.

I pushed through the disappointed crowd of students until I got to my locker, finding that it was covered in all sorts of insults. I sighed, opening the vandalised door and grabbing my books that I needed for the day. People's stares burned into my back as I walked along the infested hallways to my first lesson.

Drama. Everyone loves drama, right? Well I used to enjoy it before I became the biggest social outcast of the 21st century.

I tiredly made my way over to my seat, preferably at the back of the room, and began adding detail to my current drawing in my sketchbook.

My sketchbook. The last remaining reminder of my father, before he left. He gave me this sketchbook on my tenth birthday, hoping to bring out my creative side.

Tears began to build up in my eyes, as a wave of memories of that night came back to me.

*Flashback*

"How dare you call me lazy, when you're the one who is never around!" My mother screamed.

I sat quietly at the bottom of the stairs, peering through the slightly ajar door of the living room. My father looked really ticked off, his brown eyes darkened with anger.

"Our daughter is struggling with school, her grades show that perfectly." My father hissed, waving a piece of paper in front of my mother. "And when I'm not here, you are responsible for helping her with her school work," he reasoned.

My mother pushed past him and made her way into the hallway, giving me only a few seconds to silently hide somewhere. I ran back up the stairs and peeped through the banisters. My mother stopped by the front door and closed her eyes, whilst shaking with rage.

"You have no right to say that I have done nothing to help her." My mother sobbed.

"Really? You seriously expect me to believe that?"My father snorted. "I have taken Allison to swimming lessons for three years, I take her camping almost every weekend, I take her to school, I make her packed-lunch, I pick her up from school-"

"What's your point?" My mother sneered.

"My point is, is that I have done all of these things, because that's what a father does. That's what every parent should do, spend time with their kids." My father retorts angrily. "Although, you don't seem to understand that."

My mother gasps, lifting her hand up and swiping it harshly across my father's face.

"Well, why don't you get lost and take that stupid girl with you?" My mother spat.

In rage, my father nodded his head before he grabbed his coat and car keys, slamming the front door behind him.

My mother who was crying hysterically, raced after him to stop him from leaving. She obviously had not expected him to have literally left. She dropped down to her knees sobbing, whilst watching the dust fill the air as my father's car drove away.

*End of flashback*

"Miss.Fern, can you explain to me and the class why you are drawing in the middle of drama?" I was knocked back into reality, at the sound of my teacher's voice.

I looked up to Miss holding my sketchbook up to the whole class, looking at me with concern. She worriedly glanced at my dark drawing, and turned her gaze back to me. My classmates snorted and whispered incoherent words at me.

I quickly followed my senses and snatched my book away from the teacher, causing my chair to collapse on the floor, silencing the whole room. I stared at my shocked teacher with a blank expression.

"Miss.Fern, I would step outside to cool off, if I were you." She scolded. My thoughts were too clouded at this moment to worry about the tears streaming down my face.

"Certainly miss, but here's the thing." I laughed sadly. "You're not me."

Her face was quick to turn red with anger, as she looked over the room full of amused students.

"Miss.Fern, I would advise you to drop your attitude immediately. That is if you don't want me to call your mother." She threatened, smiling.

I cringed at the thought of the awkward lecture I would receive from my mother, once I got home. Although, I never normally listen to her anyway.

"Well, go ahead." I smiled. "Although, I do warn you. My mother knows a few people, and those few people can have your job by tomorrow."

"Allison, there's no need for threats." My teacher hissed. "Now, I'm asking you nicely to leave the classroom."

I scoffed at her, whilst collecting my things off my desk and placing them in my bag.

"Where's the please? You said you would ask nicely miss, but I guess I'm just not good enough for that am I?" I spat, sliding my sketchbook into my bag.

I began to make my way out of the classroom, avoiding the legs spread out from under some students' desks, intending to trip me up.

"Allison, that's not what I-" I cut off my teacher's rambling by firmly closing the door and walking down the corridor to my locker.

All whilst keeping myself entertained by scrolling through my phone, deleting any messages that were sent to call me names and initiate threats.

A/N

Hey everyone, this is my first book that I have written in a while and would very much appreciate the feedback you guys can offer.

Please feel free to leave a comment, good or bad, and maybe even vote? I'm not expecting this story to get alot of reads but I enjoyed writing the first chapter anyway. 😀

Picture of Allison's drawing on the side