Its getting to that moment again!
"Wait," Medaline suddenly said, as I hooked my arm around hers. "We need to change first," she said, pulling me in the opposite direction. I caught Phoebe rolling her eyes. “Harris might be there and I can’t let him see me like this,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I released a groan, throwing my head back to stare at the sky. I could feel the confidence that I had found slowly leaving my body, replaced by the thought that maybe Cassian would be at the party too. It had been a very long time that I had seen him and this morning when I glimpsed him, let’s just say that I really wanted to know if he was okay. There may have also been a longing in my chest, most nights I felt as if I was dying. I would remember crying myself to sleep and not know why I was crying. I knew my mother was okay, for now but the pain that I had felt in my chest wasn’t because of her. I missed him. I took a deep breath as we walked across the south hall, with every step
Madeline stopped by a grey bedroom before we went back down stairs. She cringed as she had struggled to see inside the dark room but I found my sight perfectly adjusted. There was no one in the room, after a few seconds of squinting into the shadows she closed the door and we went downstairs. We found Phoebe munching on a bowl of cereal, cuddling a pillow on the couch. Medaline gasped at the sight and I found myself dying of laughter as I sat beside her. "Seriously, you weren't even making an effort," Madeline said loudly, staring at her friend with wide eyes. Phoebe gave a careless shrug, slapping my fingers away from her cereal. I pouted and folded my arms. "I knew you would come to your senses soon enough," Phoebe said curtly, causing Madeline to roll her eyes. The sound of someone entering the house, directed our attention to the front door. There was a tall handsome man entering the house. He was tall with dark hair and his eyes were blue.
What did poor little defenseless Taiti Malcolm do to her great and powerful father Xerxes…she existed. History books speak of creatures similar to the Cider wolves that pass down their power to their offsprings. If an alpha Cider wolf had a wolf pup, the alpha would lose its alpha powers to the pup. As the pup grew so he or she would take their parents power slowly. Xerxes was a Cider wolf alpha and I was the pup. His power transferring to me was as a result of our similarities and the universe balancing itself. One man should not hold too much power but neither should one woman but we do it so well, nobody bats an eye. Xerxes didn't want to lose his power so he wanted to kill me before the majority of it was transferred to me. At least that was what I had gathered after reading several history books on darklings/ dark fae. There was also some old wives' tale about how they used to eat their first born children. I sighed, falling into the table, unwilling to go on.
I have never had a boyfriend. I was always too shy or too nerdy or too unapproachable. I was alienated by design, by a system that chose the girl with the flawless olive skin, small waist, long skinny legs, small breasts and always smiled. The perfectly unrealistic girl because even if her personality and body were on point, her life was a lie. The road that she took to get where she was, that road was grim. Painted with blood, sweat, tears, hatred, disgust…I could go on but I may never stop. The boys in high school wanted that perfect girl because she was the perfect girl. I was never the perfect girl. I didn't smile when a guy told a very disrespectful joke and furthermore I wasn't very approachable. For the first 2 years at high school, I was bullied by this guy. He would say the most disrespectful things that you could say to a teenage girl. I hated high school. Elverton seemed different. Everyone seemed comfortable and I appreciated the fact that the femal
Love was a lie and fate was a sick joke. I quickened my pace as I walked away from the scene of the crime, my eyes burning with tears as the severity of the situation weighed me down. How could he do this to me? Do that to her? She is his girlfriend and he cheated on her with me. I felt like a homewrecker or something. I couldn't breathe. I gripped my chest, leaning onto the hand railing as I descended the staircase. My vision blurred with tears, a blurriness that reminded me of a time when I was a weak little girl, who was mistreated everyday. I gritted my teeth in anger as I pushed past the two men coming up the stairs. "Ahh," I released an angry scream. The framed pictures placed against the wall beside the stairs falling to the floor, there broken glass erupting into the air all around me. I inhaled deeply as I slowly glanced at the two guys crouched on the stairs with their arms positioned over their heads. One of them gasped as his hazel eyes met mine. I
Nurse Anderson said that I was okay. He gave me some medicine for the headaches and recommended that I see a grand mage to put up mental blocks against Xerxes. It was a good idea but I admittedly had no intention of blocking out my father. His presence fueled my rage that fed my magic. Though I was a bit cautious where my magic was concerned. My mother was magi and so was her mother and many more before her. I didn't want to break the line by performing dark magic just to rid Xerxes, who was still my father. I felt perplexed, standing on the line of good and bad. My mother was good, I wanted to do my best to be good also. I guess I should have taken that step by accepting Silas as whatever we were. I sighed, wrapping my arms around my body as I stepped out into the orange glow of the evening sun. The pale silver building seemed to glow in its radiance. I slowed as I stepped unto the pavement and observed Silas sitting by one of the benches before the infirmary.
I stared at the girl in the mirror–correction, woman. Though, was 18 really the age of an adult because it still sounded like the age of a teenager to me. The person who stood in the mirror had long straight hair, a dull look on her face and not a care left in the world for any living being in the world. She had a heart shaped face with a slight frown set on her soft round pink lips. Her back was slouched and her arms hanging by her side as if there was a huge weight on her shoulders. I threw my head back with a groan, walking across my mess of a room to rummage through my duffle bag for something wear. Everything was either short or tight or exposing too much skin and that was not the message that I wanted to send today. I paused as I spotted something grey at the bottom of the bag. I pulled it out and held it up to observe it. It was a large grey hoodie that I did not remember buying or placing in my duffle bag. I stared at it for a few seconds. I couldn't pair i
Taiti Malcolm Taiti Malcolm Taiti Malcolm Taiti Malcolm Someone was chanting my name and it was getting on my nerves. I groaned while massaging my temple, following the thought as best as I could. It was a man's voice. I figured that he was a recent student at Elverton because at one point he was bad mouthing one of the Professors and sucking up to the director. The strange things people do when no one is watching. I rounded a corner and my eyes narrowed at the admissions office. It wasn't a very large room. It had a huge desk in the centre with a lot of cabinets and draws pressed against the wall. The desk held a very expensive looking and modern computer but not classy enough for the brown haired blue eyed man staring at it with a disappointing frown. I stepped onto the brown tiled floors, walking past several cushioned seats as I approached the desk. I paused in front of it staring at the man with narrowed eyes. "What," I said in an impatient tone but it