Graduation Day

1441 Words
Mika Weeks had slipped since my unsettling encounters with Alpha Max and Malcolm, yet the memories lingered vividly. Each day that passed, they seemed to deepen the imprint of those moments. I could still recall the shiver that ran down my spine when they both reached out to me, their fingers brushing against my skin with an intensity that was both thrilling and disconcerting. The sensations they evoked were powerful, igniting a mixture of emotions that I found hard to articulate. Despite the passage of time, the heat of their touch and the charged atmosphere of those encounters haunted me, refusing to fade away completely. Ever since that day, Alpha Max and Malcolm seem to have vanished from my life. It’s as if they’ve made a conscious effort to steer clear of me, and I can’t help but wonder why. Part of me questions why this matters so much to me; after all, Max and Malcolm have never treated me poorly or subjected me to any form of ridicule. Yet, despite their own behavior, they stand by while their brothers, Mark and Mathew, take every opportunity to embarrass and harm me. It’s a frustrating contradiction that leaves me confused and somewhat neglected. Even Max allows his girlfriend Alexa to join in humiliating me with her minions. As the weeks pass, anticipation fills me with hope, especially as I await graduation. Just two days remain until I officially complete high school, surrounded by my pack members, including the esteemed Alpha quadruplets. This momentous occasion is not just a celebration of academic achievements; it also marks the approach of my 18th birthday, a milestone that promises newfound freedom—freedom from the constraints of pack life that have defined my existence thus far. Yet, amid this excitement lies a bittersweet reality. My birthday, a time of joy and recognition, often goes unnoticed by those around me. It's disheartening to share this special day with the four Alphas, whose birthdays undoubtedly eclipse mine in grand celebrations and attention. While I should be reveling in the joy of turning 18, I can't help but feel overshadowed and forgotten, left with the lingering sadness that no one indeed remembers my birthday. As graduation approaches, I find myself longing for the chance to carve out my own identity and celebrate this day in a way that feels uniquely mine by finally leaving this horrible place. I long to discover another pack I can call my own, one that might even be rooted in my mother's birthplace. Connecting with that part of my heritage fills me with hope, but there's a significant obstacle. My father has always been tight-lipped about my mother, rarely sharing stories or memories. His silence leaves me feeling adrift, and I can't help but wonder if this quest to find my mother's pack is a lost cause. The long-anticipated graduation day finally arrived, and I awoke with the sun, its warm rays filtering through my bedroom window. Eagerly, I jumped out of bed, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling in my stomach. I began my day by tackling my morning chores and tidying my room. I meticulously arranged my books and clothes, making everything look neat and presentable. Next, I moved on to the common areas of the house, dusting surfaces and sweeping the floor, ensuring that the house sparkled before my father woke up. With that done, I ventured into the kitchen, whipping up a hearty breakfast for my father. I cracked a few eggs, scrambled them to perfection, and paired them with crispy bacon and toast. The enticing aroma filled the air, signaling that something special was underway. After everything was prepared, I took a moment to savor the satisfaction of completing my morning tasks, counting down to my last days here. I felt a sense of accomplishment as I checked the time, ensuring ample time to prepare for my graduation ceremony. I knew how important this day was and what it meant to me, and as it was a step toward my new beginnings, I wouldn’t be late. I dashed out of the cramped kitchen, heart racing, carefully avoiding my father's gaze. The idea of showing up to my graduation with unsightly bruises was unbearable. I squeezed the toothpaste onto my brush, scrubbing my teeth with urgency, the minty taste barely registering. After rinsing, I stepped into the steaming embrace of the shower, letting the hot water cascade over me, soothing my frayed nerves and washing away the remnants of the day before. Once I had dried off, I rifled through my meager wardrobe. My options were woefully sparse, consisting primarily of faded hand-me-downs that had seen better days. I hastily grabbed a worn-out shirt and a pair of jeans that clung awkwardly to my frame, throwing them on without much thought. With time slipping away, I glanced in the mirror, hoping to mask the turmoil within, determined to present a brave face at my graduation. I stepped out of the house, carefully treading softly on the worn wooden floorboards, my heart racing as I tried to avoid my father's gaze. I knew that attracting his attention could cause him to attack me, and I didn't want to graduate with visible bruises. The cool morning air greeted me like a whisper of freedom as I went down the familiar path to the school, my mind buzzing with anticipation and anxiety. Upon arriving at the school—a bustling hive of excitement and nervous energy—I joined the long line snaking its way towards the gymnasium where we would collect our graduation caps and gowns. My hands fidgeted in my pockets, and I cast furtive glances around, hoping I could slip under the radar unnoticed. I longed for a day of celebration, a moment where I could feel like I belonged. But just as the thought crossed my mind, the air shifted, and I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the spring breeze. I recognized the voice before I even turned my head. "Look at the poor dirty omega thinking that she can graduate with us like our equal," Alexa sneered, her words slicing through the laughter and chatter of my classmates, drawing all eyes towards me. The mocking tone dripped with disdain, and my heart sank as I felt the weight of everyone’s stares. It was as if a spotlight had been cast on my insecurities, and in that moment, I wished more than anything to disappear into the crowd. I stood there, completely frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as uncertainty gripped me. Why couldn’t I just have one day of peace? The looming figure of Alexa and her group of relentless followers drew closer, their eyes glinting with mischief and menace as if they were ready to pounce at any moment. Just when I thought I was cornered, a powerful, husky voice echoed from a distance, slicing through the tension. “What do you think you are doing?” Malcolm bellowed, his authority radiating like heat from a fire, capturing everyone’s attention and shifting the dynamics instantly. The atmosphere surrounding us was tense as Alexa and her two friends exchanged worried glances, their expressions betraying a profound sense of fear. The silence lingered, heavy and oppressive, almost suffocating. Malcolm’s voice cut through the stillness, sharp and demanding, as he stepped closer. “I will ask you again: what are you doing, Alexa?” His tone left no room for evasion or hesitation, and I could feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on her, waiting for an answer that seemed to hang in the air like a storm cloud. "It's only this omega. It's not like anyone cares for her anyway," Alexa finally replied to Malcolm's question, her tone dripping with disdain. The vibrant atmosphere around them felt charged with energy from the impending graduation ceremony, yet her words cut through it like a knife. Malcolm, however, maintained his composure, refusing to let her negativity overshadow the day’s significance. "This is where you are wrong, Alexa," he countered, his voice firm yet respectful. "Every member of this pack, regardless of status, plays a vital role in our community. Statues may stand as symbols of honor, but the connections we share truly matter. Today is not just about titles; it’s about celebrating our journey together and embracing the new paths ahead for everyone, including Mika.” Malcolm's gaze softened as he spoke my name, a reminder to all members with lower racking often overlooked and that we have just as much right to this graduation celebration as anyone else in the pack.
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