Hiding a luna with secrets

"Alicia get up time for school! Have you picked out your dress yet?" Homecoming is only three days away, I have to look my best. Not only because it is homecoming but it's also my sweet 16, and who knows maybe I'll find my mate. Apparently mom has thought about it as much as I have. Maria Dane-Prince, my mother, heavyset woman with shoulder length black/brown hair. She and my father are unshifted half-wolves, our family is essentially rouge and living as humans. My older siblings got the short end of the wolf gene stick, they are about 25% wolf and have zero characteristics related to the werewolf bloodline so let's consider them human. Anyways my family is broken up and I only live with mom in a small apartment so as a single parent it is her job to get me up for school on time. I hate mornings,  I just wish they didn't exist. "Five more minutes mom." I yelled at my door in reply. "Hurry up, you said five more minutes 45 minutes ago, you will be late again and your food is getting cold!" Mom yelled back through the door.  "Wait did you say food?" I asked her. Food was my motivator for almost everything. Me and food have a special relationship most people wouldn't understand. Don't worry I am not heavy like my mother, in fact I am a twig compared to her. For future reference only I can call my mother fat because she says it, if anyone else calls her that then there will be a fist fight. "Okay I'm up, and no I haven't picked my dress yet." I told her. "Well if you aren't out here in 2 minutes I will eat your oatmeal myself!" She said while I am pulling on my Jeans.  "No that's mine! Please don't eat it."  I said, as I rushed to put on my shoes and socks. I love me some instant oatmeal. As I rush out of my room and into the kitchen for my breakfast, I snatch the spoon out of my mother's hand just as she is about to steal the first bite of my oatmeal. "Hey!" She said. "What's wrong with you? This was made for me so there is nothing wrong with me taking it. Besides you wouldn't take food out of your baby's mouth would you?" I take another bite and watch as my mom thinks it over and then has this look like she wants to drink again. But then its like something clicks in her head as she turns to me and says "Hurry up you are already late." Well i know she struggles with depression and he been an alcoholic for as long as I can remember, so I have learned to recognize her habits. "Hey you didn't answer my question." I told her. "No." She replied. "I would not take food from my baby." Then with a devious smile she took the last bite of my oatmeal off the spoon and ate it. "You might be my youngest child but you are not a baby anymore." She smirked. I stare at her in shock, I am both offended and slightly impressed. I glance over at the clock and start to rush out the door putting my bowl in the sink. I grabbed my bookbag and remembered that I didn't do my homework last night. Oh well I guess I can do it in homeroom. I turn around just before I head down the stairs to our apartment door and say to my mom... "Hey, don't steal my breakfast tomorrow. If you do I will shank you with my spoon again." Yeah I am that type of crazy and weird. I rush down the steps before she can reply and start running to school, its only three blocks away so I really only have to run for about a minute. As I get into the school building the bell rings signaling the start of class and also means I have to go to the attendance office for yet another tardy slip. The ladies in there know my name because I am late so often, and they always seen to know when I will be late because they prewrite my tardy slips and just add the time when they see me infront of the office door. The reason I know they do this is because usually it takes 3 full minutes to write a slip for other people in line but when I get into their tiny storage space of an office they just hand it over and tell me to have a good day and as always tell me to stop being late. Three more days and I might be out of this place forever.