the Alphas shame?

* Tells POV * She felt the first rays of sunlight cupping her face in the morning, the flash of light that irritated one corner of her eye, and said a final goodbye to her night's sleep. Undeniably, her limbs awoke one by one. With sleep in the corners of her eyes, she sat up gently on the edge of the bed. And rubbed the worst sleep out as she thought about the day's understanding hardships. A gasp in her stomach spread to the feeling of emptiness was the only feeling left in her stomach, while a nervous smile spread in her face. “LISA !!!” Lisa pulled together, out of sheer fright, and was thrown out of the perilous scenarios that ran on the inside of her eyelids. "Lisa, hurry up, you don't want to be late for your first day of school, do you?" Called her mother.  Lisa quickly jumped into the school uniform that her mother had hung on the hanger that hung over a chair. It stood up against the wall, close to the door, to the hallway. The zipper of her skirt teased while Lisa inside cursed school uniforms far away. She had never worn a school uniform before. At her old school, they had not been subject to any dress code, in the form of school uniforms. “Ouuuuuch!” exclaimed Lisa suddenly. In her irritation over the school uniform, while she had struggled with the zipper, it had suddenly slipped, and she got a piece of her skin from tommy pinched. A face most reminiscent of a child taking a proper bite of a lemon, with the belief that it was an orange, spread like a dark cloud over her face. The struggle to get the stomach skin free, with as little pain as possible, began. However, in the heat of battle, she stumbles over the chair, and the butt is placed sideways over the chair seat, with such force that the chair tilts. In an attempt to save the situation, one hand grabs the hook on the wall, which yields and falls off the wall. Suddenly, it becomes dark for her. * MOM POV * A little annoyed that Lisa had over slept, on her first day, at the new school noless. I know how hard it is to start in the middle of the year, but I actually think Lisa takes it in stride. A proud feeling spreads inside. A screaming "AVVV!" pulls me out of my thoughts. Followed by several bump sounds. After which it became quiet, a little too quiet for my liking. Moving out of the kitchen, around the corner and up the stairs. "Lisa? ..... are you okay?" When I do not get an answer, the pace picks up a bit until I reach the door to her room. The door is a little ajar. Takes the handle to push the door up without success. "Lisa ??" no answer, looks through the c***k in the door and can see that the chair is in front of the door. And Lisa was lying on the ground. feeling the panic rising. Where I, with more force, try to push the door up again. You can hear incipient movements inside the room, and a slight moan. Pushes once more on the door. This time it goes up. Inside the room, the deco is still a little sparse. Which is understandable, since it's not been more than 2 days since we moved in. I can see her hook is torn out of the wall. My eyes met hers. Quickly squatted down in front of her. "are you okay? what happened?" Lisa looked at me, with a drop in her forehead, and a little blood running quietly down. One running down her cheek, where it follows her beautiful and striking yet still feminine structure in the face, the other appears to have run while she lay on her side. It had run over her forehead and when she sat up it changed direction, down over her dark, fine eyebrows and now dances a gentle dance down the back of her nose. Suddenly, the dance is over. Lisa takes a hand over her face and swears the blood out. A gentle cluck, seeping out between my lips. "What happened?" I repeated. After which she finally answers, a little grumpy. While she looks at her hand which is smeared in blood “Arrrg! The stupid zipper got stuck in my skin, and then I rolled over the chair and slammed my head into the door handle, ” smiled a little at her. How can one be so clumsy. “Hurry to get your face washed and we'll get some plaster on the wound, and off we go. You know what time it is, don't you? ” With a set, she is out the door, and can hear the sound of running water inside the bathroom. Walks quietly down the stairs and gets a to-go bag ready, with little she can eat, on the way to school. A moment later, the bag disappears from the kitchen table. The sound of a door slamming echoes in the empty house.