The Golden Child: Book One of the bloodline series

Messes and Don'ts

Walking down the road home, am lost in thought wondering what the hell happened today i mean sure i am a freak but am not that freakish am i?

I mean I've never caused an earthquake before I didn't think that I could but then again am not exactly a known phenomenon infact am not supposed to exist according to rumors am some sort of abomination

I guess causing an earthquake can be classified under abilities of the abomination,

But then again that feeling, the emotion of such intense anger I've never felt it before and i know for a fact that it wasn't mine , it felt foreign like it came from someone else, like --

Just then i heard an annoying horn probably some annoying kids gosh i really need a car, can't wait to get my permit in 2weeks.

I decide to ignore the culprit and keep walking resuming my thoughts when i feel strong hands grab hold of my shoulders,

I grab the hand, twist it using my body as a wedge moving to the side and pull them over my shoulder head first, using my knee i choke them on the neck all the while maintaining my hold twisting the hand over their head and I stop,

'T-tripp? W-what the hell are you doing? ' i all but choked out

'I should ask you the same, you are the one who has me in a choke hold' he replies with a smirk albiet a painful one

'Am so sorry ' i say, quickly get off him giving him an apologetic smile

'Wow that's some moves you've got there, what are you black widow girl?' He asks standing up and dusting himself he aches his eyebrows up

'Just reflex i guess' shrugging in reply

Avoiding eye contact, if only he knows.

Changing the subject i ask, 'I hope i didn't hurt you too much'

'Nah it's fine' he replies, turning his head slightly to the right staring into my eyes making me uncomfortable

I shuffle my foot from left to right feeling the awkward silence as it envelops around us then i picked up my school bag turning to leave ;

'Wait , would you like a ride' he calls out

'Uh.. that's alright I live just down the street'

Pointing towards a couple buildings down, my house being a 5minute walk from school not that i would take a ride from him, i dont trust anyone i can't read because then i wouldn't be able to know what they are thinking.

'Come on it's the least you can do after twisting my arm'

I give him a 'are you serious' look and roll my eyes turning away from him then i stop saying;

'Whatever its not like i made you scare me'

'Am sorry that wasn't my intention i tried using my horn and calling your name but you seemed absent minded' he replied

'I thought you were one of the others that's why i ignored you' i told him

'what were you thinking about ' he asks, tilting his head

Turning to walk away pretending not to hear his question i noticed him beside me

'What? You wanna walk me home now?' I teased smiling up at him

'I would like to if you don't mind' he smiles back at me

'Hmm as nice as that sounds i would rather walk alone besides you can't just leave your car by the road' i tell him and walk away

'See you tomorrow then' he calls out to me

Am already a couple steps away from him and i raise my palm up to wave without looking back, rude but it has to be that way can't afford to let anyone close especially someone unknown.

Reaching home i see my mum's car in the driveway, i look at my watch 4.35pm hmm kinda early for her to be back , since we lost my dad she has been working longer hours and its not cause we need the money, trust me we have the resources of 4 generations and my father's company among his other assets is self sufficient (perks of a magical life).

'Mum?'

'Mum am home,' I call out

Silence..

That's weird she always answers, i walk towards the kitchen, no one, i go back to the hallway and check the living room still no one, the study,no one hmm guess she's upstairs.

We live in a big house two story build with an open floor plan, mum always said she liked the 'space' so there's a large lounge once you walk in the front door with a flight of stairs on both sides curving up in a crown like shape, beneath the stairs is a glass door leading to the patio out back and two doors each by the right and left, the right leads to the kitchen and the dinning room fit for at least 20 people (we only use it for parties) and the left leads to the living room and the study all of which are very spacious, upstairs there are four bedrooms,two doors each on both sides of the hallway, the master bedroom shared by my parents ,now just my mum and my room are on the left and two rooms attached , his and hers (guest bedroom) never been used are on the right.

I walk up the stairs to my room but first check out my mum's room, again no one.

Weird i wonder where she is ,i drop my bag on the floor by my door, ya you guessed right my room is messy but i like to think of it as an organized mess, i mean my dirty clothes are in a laundry basket albeit overflowing and my bed is unmade but the duvet is made (haphazardly thrown over my messy sheets). I walk to my closet, yes a walk-in and my clothes and shoes are everywhere literally, lets just say i have a little difficulty deciding what to wear out and sometimes, maybe kinda always throw a 5minute panic fit. What?! am still a teenage girl don't judge me, atleast i don't have pictures of bands or fancy wall papers on my wall i have a large painting of my family on my wall and that's it. I have always been a little too practical, my room or my apartment as i fondly call it has my favorite things which happens to be a painting of my family when i was 10, we had a vacation and got painted by a street painter in Paris with the Eiffel tower in the background, it's my best memory.

My vanity is surprisingly the only actual clean area cause i don't makeup,too lazy and my hair is obedient without magic and with magic it takes which ever shape i desire, my walls are painted an aquamarine shade like my eyes so it looks like you are under water (courtesy of my dad making a practical joke but i like it, it grew on me). Besides my real display is on my laptop screen not my room which happens to be on my very scattered desk piled up with books that should rightfully be arranged on my bookshelf but nope am just too lazy for that and it's more convenient.

Changing out of my school clothes into my comfy sweatpants and a tank top, i look out my window beside my bed over looking the garden and i see my mum.. running through the maze, she's being chased by... Mr Abernathy?

What the hell?