The Luna's reminder

Chapter 5

Song for this chapter: Hard times by Paramore

Oh god, please don't tell me Sirena is in any way related to Sniffdon. This is terrible, should I make a excuse and leave? That sounds like a good idea-

"Hey Merida!" Sniffer says as he starts to turns around.

How did he know it was me?

Once his almost full 630 turn to face me is finished, he looks at me and immediately beams at me, giving me one of the biggest smiles I've seen anyone give to greet another human being.

I frown as I look away from him, looking at Sirene. She knew this was the asshole who almost killed me in the hallways, and she still knowingly brought me here not even bothering to mention anything about him being here.

I give her a look dirtier than a back allay dumpster, and storm past her outside, only looking back to shut to door; I catch a glimpse of Sirene looking panicked as ever trying to reach the door, and Sniffdon jumping over the couch also trying to get to the door. 

I slam the door shut and begin running up the road that we took to get here, thankfully- I'm a visual learner, and I remember my way back to the school from here, were I can grab my baby and take off home.

I hear both of them frantically calling after me. In my rage, I flip them the bird and continue walking, pulling out my phone and texting my mom that I will be home late.

Those two assholes follow me to the end of their intimidatingly long road- still calling after me, then they finally gave up; Sniffdon giving me one last longing glance before sub-coming to the long walk back to their mansion. 

After a boring thirty minute walk to the school, and a twenty minute drive to my house, I finally get to re-unite with my true love. 

My bed.

After a good nights sleep, I wake up- except not to my bitch-ass alarm, it's five am and an annoying ass dog is howling outside my  house.

Groaning and rolling out of bed, I walk to my light switch and turn on the light to my balcony. Opening the door to my balcony I step out onto the cold marble floor. The cold breeze lightly singing my nose. The faint light from the balcony lantern softly illuminating the balcony and a small porting of land below. 

Scanning around my yard, and the little amount of forest that is visible, while grabbing the flashlight I have on my bedside table, I shine it out into the forest to see if there is a dog somewhere- when my flash light reflects two glowing eyes and a deep bone-rattling growl  echos though the woods, silencing the crickets and quiet noises of the night.

Me and the horrific creature that released that growl stand there in a starring contest, my eyes only leaving it's to blink, it on the other hand-

never blinked.

My foolishness hit me when I realized I was standing outside in the cold, and I was two stories up, so whatever that beast was could fuck right off.

I roll my eyes and slam my balcony door, just in time to hear a soft wimper. Ignoring it; I lock my door and turn off the lights, crawling back into bed and allowing my eyes to rest.

I wake up, but this time to my alarm and not the annoying mutt in the woods. 

I've always been a cat person.

Slithering out of bed and stumbling into my closet, I pick out clothing to wear to another day in hell. After finishing my morning routine, I walk down the stairs to the kitchen were I'm greeted with my mother, Sirena, and  Sniffdon standing together.

Oh no.

Oh my.

I probably look like a deer in the headlights right now.

I pick up my backpack off the floor and  walk back upstairs silently. Approaching my door, they finally get out of shock and I hear my mother calling my full name. Yikes.

Sprinting into my door, I slam the door shut and lock it. After hearing multiple bangs on my door and yelling from my mother, she finally finished with screaming "no phone for a month" and storming off. She didn't even take my phone, and even if she did she sucks at hiding stuff, so either way I get my phone.

After about fifteen more minutes of my mom probably apologizing about her "rude daughter" I hear the front door shut, followed by silence. They finally left.

Amen.

My happiness is short lived when I hear a loud bang on my balcony door.

No fucking way.

This bitch scaled the two stories to get to my balcony. How is that even possible? He stands on my balcony now smiling like a fool and consistently knocking on the glass door.  

I walk over to the class door, and his face perks up in hopefulness

I shut my blinds.

 After five more minutes of annoying knocking, and me having my earbuds in for all of it, after he finally gave up, I decide to go to my calendar and see if anything important, and to my shock I see my birthday is tomorrow, which means so is my dads.

I used to love my birthday, me and my dad would go out and do something that counted as both of our birthday presents, for my last birthday me and him went to do an escape room. It took us forever but it was the most fun I've ever had. But now that he is gone, my birthday is just a pathetic reminder of my father who was taken from us far to soon.

For a little amount of time I debate if I even want to celebrate my birthday this year, but knowing my mom I'm going to celebrate it even if I don't want to.

Then it hit me, what if mom told them about my birthday, lord knows what could happen then.

Groaning, I shut my eyes and try to escape from my never resting anxiety.

Guess I'm skipping school today.