Darkest Secret

Rebel and Pancakes

Prologue:

    My hair twisted and turned violently as the fresh, crisp air whipped by. My heart thumped fast as I ran, and ran deeper into the ragged lively, green, woods. My brain pounded as a surge of emotions flowed through it. Then I came to a sudden halt as a creature jumped out into my path. Its big almond brown eyes stared into my soul. Its fur was flying into every which way. It's coat auburn. A wolf. My breathing turned into an uneven panting as this gigantic creature's paws thudded against the damp, muddy floor, as it took a step closer to me. I took a step closer to myself.

         It's been fifteen year's since I was born. Since I had my first Breath. It's been six year's since my loving mom Katherine has died. I was born August 18, 1991. In Forest Spring's. Were my mom and dad first meet. When I got up the sun attacked my purple eyelids. I Yawned deeply and jumped quickly out of my bed. Then I strolled my way into my bathroom. I brushed my perfect pearly white teeth. And then neatly combed my auburn hair and let it lay loose on my shoulders. I was getting ready to see Raymond. I ran down the wooden stairs of are little cottage. My eye's scrolled the room. They caught my dad attempting to make pancakes. He had not succeed. "Good morning, sweetheart." Dad cheered. I rolled my eye's. Not this attitude again. It made me sick. "How did you sleep?" He added. "Fine I guess." "That's great." My Dad said. I sighed. Dad had acted all dandy for six year's. And if he didn't, he acted lost. Lost in his own life, in business. He usually left me alone. Just as lost as him. I can not think of the last time he took me out. Ever since her death. Still he hasn't gone out much by himself either. Besides work; he never hanged out with his friend's. I sat down at the kitchen table waiting for breakfest to be severed.

    My mind swirled around my complication. School. It would be starting next Monday. And my life would open up to a whirlpool filled with worries. It was my private little hell. Mocking me. My dad called me his little rebel. Not the best nickname from a parent right? I sighed once again in agony. My dad was so lost. That he could see how bad I was. But could not care less about it. My last stunt involved a match, a blow dryer, and some clothes. Mrs. Keane's clothes didn't survive. Will leave it at that. And here's how it went. I got arrested, dad picked me up, and I went to sleep. No punishment's at all. I might sound mental but I would have enjoyed one of those old-fashioned "What do you think your doing, young lady!", or a simple "Your grounded!" Thank you very much. Nope I get nothing. Every teen's wish was my life. But it was purely horrible, I wasn't just left alone for one day. But forever. My father suddenly placed a plate of burnt pancakes in front of my glum face. I looked at it. Poking it with my finger to see if it was eatable. "Breakfast is ready." He announced. "Thanks" I said. I can see that. I grabbed my silver wear and stabbed my pancake. Placing it into my mouth, I gobbled it down.