Azaya Prince
A girl with a troubled past, and a secret she knew nothing about. Moving to the town of River Valley, she discovers shocking secrets that could change her innocent life
(Book #2 of the secret series)
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Dear journal Last night, was a bust. Training with grandpapi ended up in darkness. I haven't seen my parents yet are my sister for that matter. I managed to sneak up to my room without be spotted. I wasn't in the mood to speak to her after over hearing her bashful comment on my friends and I. I wasn't sure what I'd do. But I do know I'm not going to stop being friends with them because she disapproves. They're my first real friends, sure they're not normal. But they're better than human friends.
"Azaya" I heard someone call out, I groan. Pulling the shaggy comforter over my head. Who could be so rude as to wake me up. "Azaya Prince, get up this minute" I heard the voice yell. My eyes shot open at the voice.
Bringing the comforter down from my head, I sat up. Looking up at my mother who was glaring daggers at me. I almost shrieked under her stare.
"Your going to be late for school" she said, pointing at the automatic alarm clock. I groan inward at the time displayed on the clock. It was only six forty five. School doesn't start until nine.
"But moth-" I tried to explain, but of course she cut me short.
"No butts, get in the shower and ready for school. You have ten minutes" she exclaimed stomping out of my room, leaving my door wide open. My mother wasn't one that believes in teenage privacy. My droopy eyes, slowly betrayed me as I fell back into my soft foam mattress with my eye's closed. My nap didn't last long though. My mother came back up, an grabbed me by my arm pulling me out of bed.
"You've been here for one week, and your already turning into a lazy pig" she spat, gesturing towards the comforter that fell off the bed with me. My room was completely spotless, she's just being dramatic. "And what kind of toddler decorated this room. We'll be changing it at once" she said pulling me towards the bathroom and threw me in.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks at this point. I mean, I was use to this by now. But it still hurts sometimes.
"It's seven in the morning Ryan, why are you yelling in my damn house" my aunt argued entering my room.
"Look at the state of this room, it's despicable. How can a child have such a scandalous room, and on top of that she isn't even ready for school and her room is a mess" my mother exclaimed, pointing out what she thought was the problem. At this point I'm convinced she's the problem.
"The room is a step up from your old nineties museum, and school doesn't start until nine. Leave her alone, let her be a normal teen. She's seventeen, and under my roof, now get out of her room and let her rest" my aunt exclaimed, pointing towards my room door.
"She's a child, and it doesn't matter what time the school calls, she should keep up her attendance by being early" now I'm definitely convinced. I've never heard my mother speak like this before. Mainly because I was always perfect in her eyes. But me being here just made me want to be who I really am.
