Chapter Two

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I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until I felt an insistent prodding against my side. Grumbling softly under my breath, I tried to hide underneath my covers only to have them tugged sharply away. With great reluctance, I finally sat up and glanced at my mother. Everything felt sluggish as I tried to figure out why she was in my room before suddenly I paled. The school would have told her about the incident by this point. Tugging at the corners of my light blue pajamas, my gaze immediately drifted down to the corner of the bed. I couldn't face her, especially since I already glimpse the disappointment on her face. "Honey, I want you to look at me." she said, her voice sounding like a beautiful melody to my ears. With reluctance, I raised my gaze and looked at my beautiful mother. Hot jealousy clutch at my heart as I noticed how beautiful her blond hair cascaded down her back in loose curls. Her face was like a cherubs, giving her a heavenly appearance. Her light blue eyes completed the image along with her perfectly slim body. Everything that my mother was I wasn't. In fact, I usually found myself wondering if every horrible gene in my parents' bodies had been given to me to make up for their perfection. It was hard to push those feelings away, especially since my parents gave me everything that I could ever want. Consumed with these thoughts, I almost ended up jumping away when I felt her delicate had gently pushing my hair out of my face. "I did what I had to do." I finally stated, unsure what else to say. I could make up every excuse in the book about what happened today, but it just wouldn't suit the circumstance. I had thrown Max on the ground because I couldn't take it anymore. I'm actually surprise that I didn't b... ... middle of paper ... ... and pressed my ear against the wood nervously.. What could have my mom so wound up? "No! I already told you that she's not one of us....she won't survive! I sent you pictures, I showed you video clips so you can't honestly think that...I won't have her do it...Stop calling, my answer will remain the same!" My mother exclaimed causing me to look puzzled. The conversation didn't make sense, but I didn't spend too much time trying to puzzle it out as I made my way back into my room. Doing as I was told, I took off my pajamas and pulled on a pair of jeans and a warm wool brown sweater my Aunt had given me for Christmas last year. Pulling out my winter boots, I tugged them on as well. I didn't want to chance freezing on the flight to Alaska. I had traveled to my Aunt's house before and being stuck in a two person plane for most of the journey was definitely hell.

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