WHO DOESN'T LOVE CEREAL

I wake up to the loud and annoying sound of my alarm, I do not know why I still have this crying machine but I am more ready to rip out it's wires more than anything . It takes about five minutes or more for me to actually get out of bed though my landing after untangling myself from the beddings was not so graceful, how unfair is it that I don't have birds and mice waking me up and helping me get ready. I rub my eyes with the back of my palm and go to the bathroom. I quickly turn on the faucet and let the tub get filled as I stare at my groggy look in the mirror, I do not really look approachable when I am from bed. I strip and take a bath, after my bath and I have dried my body and applied moisturizer I decide to wear a tight short black skirt, a black shirt, black heeled ankle boots and put on a black closed jumper on top of my shirt, don't judge me for wearing all that black I love myself in black. My hair is not hard to maintain so I just straighten it with a brush.

I walk downstairs and find everyone having their breakfast, most of the pack members were not here and I understood that we were not going to be a lot in the pack house anymore considering the fact that most of the pack members now had their own houses, it was after all the reason why we moved to a whole different state...to have a wider and larger pack territory since our pack was increasing drastically. I'm not a big fan of having hot food for breakfast so I go straight to the kitchen, I am glad that there is cereal in the cabinets and milk in the fridge when I check for it. I grab the box of cereal and pour it into the bowl then when I'm about to pour milk into my cereal-

"Isa, please would it kill you to just have a proper hot breakfast?" Says my mom, I like when she calls me Isa but not when I'm with my friends. I could hear the irritation in her voice but nothing could change my habits.

"No mom it wouldn't kill me, it's just that I don't like it." I reply and continue in my heist of making a yummy cereal breakfast.

"Well that's not a very valuable reason." She voices out and it's my turn to roll my eyes in irritation.

"Mom you know I don't like having hot food in the morning plus I'm just in love with cereal, like seriously who doesn't like cereal?" I point out.

There are a few things that I can make a permanent part of my life and the one thing that tops the list is food and not so surprisingly, Cereal is one of the many foods that top the list of foods I love but not as much as I cherish pizza. My loyalty lies with that crunchy crusted, wonderful cheese, yummy toppings and round shaped food. I could take on any offer for pizza any day with any weather but right now I had to focus on my breakfast. Cereal. What a healthy breakfast for a wonderful day, going to school. Nah.

"I don't." Says Dylan, my stupid brother. Only he could decide to comment during such moments just to piss me off. Forgive my language but he could be such a fucking irritating imp on some days, if not every day.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Dylan." I say and flash him a deadly glare, if only my eyes could shoot lasers, his hulking figure would have been replaced by a pile of sizzling ash on the chair.

"Well my opinions do matter, sis." Answers Dylan with a smirk that only burned the irritation and anger within me even more. God please help my innocent soul, I do not want to hurt anyone before school.

"Mm really, who lied to you bro?" I raise my eyebrows at him as I munch on my cereal.

"Well everyone said so and I know it myself." He replies and all I want to do is hit his head but I restrain myself.

"Will you two just cut it out, if you don't mind some of us are trying to enjoy our breakfast?" Says dad with a calm but commanding tone. It was during these moments when a sense of pride hit me. Every time he used his voice whether with his Alpha tone or not, it still held a commanding tone to it that made you feel like obeying his words whether you like it or not.

I huff in annoyance and concentrate on the bowl in my hands, Dylan and I share one last glare before turning back to our food. Anyway, I would rather stare and cherish my food than look at his arrogant and irritating face or hear his voice. Dylan made me feel like this a lot, probably throughout my whole life. I stare up and meet Dylan's smirk....oh heck no. I am about to throw him a long and thick rope of profanities when my gaze meets with Allan's and he shakes his head, warning me.

"Aleisa hurry up eating we're going to be late for our first day if you don't quit arguing with Dylan." He says, his voice hardly giving me a choice.

"You know what let's go I'll eat at school." I say and grab my backpack, then I kiss my mom goodbye. I glare at Dylan one last time just for the satisfaction before walking over to Allan's side and smile at him giving him a nod.

I quickly walk outside with Allan behind me. I stare up at the house that is way bigger than our former pack house, my room was on the third floor and all I wanted to do as I looked up at the window to my room was run into the house and flop into my bed. But then I get into the car after Allan and off we go to our new school, kind of exciting but scary.

My eyes keep glancing at the various buildings, taking them in and building every single detail in my mind after we drove out of the Pack's territory. The pack was close to the city but not very much especially since it felt like we were not fully in the city, I noticed that when we were driving out of the pack's borders. The pack is still close to the city but at least it was further from the large human population. I sigh as we drive past a pizza parlor and many more food places, I want to ask Allan but the serious look on his face tells me that I should not even dare.

Why could I not be half as enthusiastic about school like him, you ask?

Well for starters, why do we even go to school and learn all those insignificant subjects. Secondly, why does time drag on when we are at school making the day a whole lot longer than it actually is supposed to be? My third reason is that teachers make life miserable for their pupils and let's not forget those stupid rules put in place. Oh and the student body, why are those freaks so nosy?

Homeschooling with fellow pack mates was not really a struggle and not so cliché since we all just want to get on to other things, like sleeping for example but now I have to be in a school with humans....away from home. Mind I say it, I actually expect a lot of clichéd situations like the usual bad boy and cheerleader claiming girl. You know, the stereotypical kind of high school. Thank god, this is my last year otherwise.....let's not even go there.

In all honesty, I just fxcking hate school.