Chapter 2
“Buzzz buzzz” My alarm rings indicating it’s time to wake up and get ready for the day. I get up from my bed and take out my outfit for the day from closet. I decided to wear a white shirt with poker dots, a white T-shirt,black pants and white canvas. I laid them on the bed and went into the bathroom to take a bath. Once I was done I got dressed, carried my backpack and went downstairs to have breakfast. Well I hope they’ll prepare breakfast for me.
“Good morning mom. Good morning Dad” I greeted my parents. Mum answered me with an hum while dad ignored my greeting. Well I’m not surprised they usually do not want to talk to me.
“Miranda has packed your breakfast for you. You should go eat in school” Isabelle said entering the dining room.
“Okay, thanks”. I replied
“Don’t thank me. I’m not the one who packed it for you. You should thank Miranda. I honestly don’t know why she made breakfast for you in the first place.” She responded with an hiss.
“Well,your breakfast is in the kitchen. Take it and get out of here.” She added.
I went into the kitchen biting my lips to prevent myself from crying. I should be used to this by now. As I’ve said earlier Miranda is the only one that is nice to me. She makes me food anytime she cooks. If she is not the cooking, I have to do the cooking myself or I’ll starve. I normally don’t eat breakfast because my parents feel like I don’t need it and tell me to get lunch in school. I’m also not allowed to eat with the rest of my family. I either eat in my room, the kitchen or in school. I’m an outcast even in my own house.
I put my breakfast inside my backpack and head out. The walk to my school is twenty minutes. School starts by 8:30 and this already 8:20. I’m so gonna be late. What a great way to start the week I said sarcastically.
“Good morning Mrs Lawrence”. I greeted my English teacher with a smile.
“Good morning Brent”. She replied.
“ May I ask why you are late to class?” Mrs Lawrence asked.
“I’m sorry ma’am. I woke up late. It won’t happen again .” I promised
“It better not. Go and have you sit”. She said and I nodded then she carried on teaching.
I took a sit beside my best friend Michael.
“Why the f**k are you late Brent” Michael asked.
“I’m pretty sure I just told Mrs Lawrence the reason now.” I answered
“Quit the bullshit. What really happened? Did you get into a fight with your family again?” He asked. Michael knows about my family and all. He’s also a werewolf. He found out about my family abusing me when he saw me my cheek swollen after my father had hit me.
“No I promise. Nothing of the sort happened.” I responded.
“Okay... Are excited you about finding your mate? You are going to be eighteen soon.” Michael said excitedly.
“I don’t know Mike. I’ve never been lucky with this type of things. What if I don’t find my mate soon? What if I find him but he doesn’t want me? What if he rejects me? I said worriedly. I’ve always been scared about finding my mate. What if he also disgusted and disappointed and then he rejects me.
“Enough of the what ifs Brent. I’m prett sure he’s going to love. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. The moon goddess always makes the right choices. Only 1% of werewolves have a bad made.” He tried to reassure me.
“You know how unlucky I can be. I can be part of the one percent.” I said sadly.
“Mike, Brent. Would the two of you stop conversing and focus on what I’m teaching you ?” Mrs Lawrence said.
“Sorry ma’am.” We both said.
“Ok. You all should turn your textbook to page 57. Do the exercise there as your assignment.” She said before existing the class
“Damn. Why does this woman love giving us assignments hun?” Mike complained
“Hey quit complaining. The assignment are meant to help us learn more.” I explained
“Yeah yeah whatever. I’m going to my next class now. See you during break nerd.” He says winking at me before leaving
I also head to my next class and pray lunchtime comes quickly. I’m honestly so hungry.