Nyx

Entry:

So I’m writing this crap because my Alpha, Kane said I have to... Not sure why, other than the reasons he listed off of course.

a) ” it will help you focus your thoughts. ”

Oh yeah I’m focused alright, just not on this pen and paper.

b) ” it could be a release for your frustrations. ”

My only “frustration” and I use that term graciously, is his half witt sister, Alice. Gosh she makes me so mad.

c) “nobody will see it.”

It was at this point I made my remark that I should have probably kept to myself.. “Well if nobody will see it then how will you know I’m writing it.” I have to say not my brightest move. Granted it did catch him off guard which never happens, so that was a plus. Unfortunately he recovered rather quickly. Making the decision to have Beck the pack Beta read it. I almost fainted when he said that. Thankfully I was able to talk him out of that catastrophe waiting to happen. So now he is thinking about it while I am forced to write.. Yippee for me.

Entry:

Well I suppose I should tell you- imaginary person - a little about myself. My name is Nyx. I am 17 years old and I am below even the omega of my pack. I’m a senior in high school. I am being forced to write this because according to my Alpha I have “anger management issues”. I don’t see it but whatever, anything I see, say or hear doesn’t mean a thing around here. I’m like most every other 17 year old girl. The only difference is I’m a shifter, who can’t shift. Let’s not make it a thing okay. My family are all shifters, who as far as I know, can. Once again the odd ball, I am. I go to school and play sports that’s basically my life. Oh yeah and I live with my Aunt Helen and Uncle Howe. My folks died a long time ago..

Entry: Alice strikes again!

You would think that after all these years the hate would disappear. But I think it has actually grown stronger. One day I know it will be the death of me but until that day I’ll hate her. And by her I mean Alice...

Leave it to Alice to find some poor sap to do her dirty work. (Deep breath) I can feel my face get hot just thinking about it. She had some sad sap -who probably thought she meant all the flirting and what not- break into the girl’s locker room and STEAL MY CLOTHES!.. Who does that?! She knew I’d be in the shower and would smell him! I mean I’m a shifter for crying out loud. But that’s the problem.. I could only smell him. Yeah I’ll recognize him when I smell him again but what am I supposed to tell my coach? "Oh yeah by the way I need to smell all the boys to find who took my stuff, that’s not a problem is it?" Ha, they would probably send me to a loony bin for that one. That’s the problem with going to a human school. So what did I do?? Nothing, absolutely nothing.. Other than grab my bag and head to my next class with my towel nice and snug around me....

Once I got into the hall I knew this may have been one more of my not so bright ideas but I’d already been seen. So I picked up my head and kept my eyes straight... That is, until I heard them. The snickering and laughs, the jokes being made at my experience. They got to me more than I like to admit. It’s not like I’m not used to being made fun of, because I use to it. I’m the laughing stock of my pack always have been and as far as they are concerned I always will be. By the time I reached my next class - on the other side of campus- word of my new “attire” had reached my principal. He was waiting for me outside the door, cell phone in hand. I knew the tears I was shedding on the inside couldn’t be seen. But that didn’t make them any less painful. I hadn’t cried since my folks died and I wasn’t about to start now. Not over this.

20 minutes later and my Aunt Helen was there along with Kane. While my Aunt looked sad and perhaps a slight bit sympathetic, her bright blue eyes were so expressive I almost envied that about her. Just not right at this moment. Kane looked down right pissed. His face was a mask of fury, I’d seen this look before I had just hoped it would never be directed at me. His big deep amber eyes were almost the color of pure molasses with his rage. Though he didn’t say anything, I felt the impact all the same.

Once home I was allowed to change before the "interrogation" began. I chose my favorite worn out blue jeans. They hugged me just right and didn’t look or feel as if they were painted on. Then I chose a simple gray crew neck t-shirt. It was a little longer and surprisingly soft, like it knew I would need its confront in the fight to come.

When I stepped into the living room my aunt was nowhere to be found. Only Kane sat on our lumpy couch waiting for me. I immediately felt as if I were only an inch or so tall. Even sitting down he was still a large man; a force to be reckoned with. I stood there with my eyes on the floor waiting for the yelling and questions to start but they didn’t, all I heard was a huff of breath being let out. When I looked back up he was standing by the door with his back to me. When he felt me my gaze on him, he turned to look over his shoulder to say “One more and you’re done here. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from a pack member.” And then he just walked out. Leaving me standing there stunned and speechless in the middle of my living room... Alone.

Entry:

When I showed up to volleyball practice today my teammates looked a little shocked. Apparently since I hadn’t made it to practice yesterday everyone had thought that I was transferring schools or something. Yeah like I have that option or any option at all. I’m lucky I can still go to practice. My Aunt didn’t speak to me at all last night and was gone before I got up this morning. My uncle only grunted incoherently in my direction, not that that’s anything new. But all in all practice went well and coach told me that she had spoken to a couple of scouts about me. SCOUTS!! ABOUT ME!!!! I try not to get all crazy or girly about things like this but.... OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! SCOUTS!!! This could really go a long way towards me getting out on my own. I have been stressing about college but man a scholarship could really go a long way.