A Luna's Revenge

Anticipation - 6 years ago

Only six more days, I reassured myself as I walked to my locker. I pushed through the busy hall but nobody noticed me, thankfully. I was not in the mood to endure the brat pack today. Noah got a tip last night which he was following up on as we speak, and here I was being forced to go to this pretentious school only to sit through tedious classes, avoiding the idiots I long to hit back. I have asked the Old Man many times to consider homeschooling. I would be so much happier away from this adolescent hell, but the only answer I ever got was No, socializing is good for you. Ugh.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the first class and in an instant the hallway was empty, with only me standing in it. I didn’t mind being alone, in fact I rather preferred it. I would much rather practice shooting my new bow, or improve on my knife throwing skills than go to biology class. I push through the classroom door as Mr Jenkinson wrote on the black board in front of the class.

“Gracing us with your presence at last, why aren’t we privileged to be worth your time,” he say as the door closes behind me with a terrible screech.  We were about 30 kids in class today and I was lucky enough to have my desk front row center.

“Whatever,” I reply rolling my eyes, not intending for him to hear or see my reaction, but he did.

“Stay behind after class,” he instructed, glaring at me. I didn’t have the will power to deal with this meaningless nonsense, not when I could be useful in tracking down my mother and her kidnappers.

I took a seat at my desk, bending down to one side in order to remove my books from my bag next to me, when I felt it. A cold wet blob against my cheek accompanied by a familiar giggle. My nose wrinkled in disgust as I wiped away the mixture of chewed paper and spit from my face.

“No messing around Phoenix!” Mr Jenkinson scolded me, “Everyone, please turn to page thirty nine in your books.”

The period could not pass any sooner. I was about to leave the class along with the rest of the kids when he stopped me at the door.

“Today at lunch, you will assist the ladies in the cafeteria in serving your peers. If I hear any complaints, it will be the principal’s office for you,” he said before letting me go.

Only six more days, I reminded myself. I knew by having my wolf it in no way altered my life here at school, but at least I would be stronger and more capable of helping the Old Man find my mom. It was something to look forward to. Placing my biology books in my locker in exchange for my English Lit ones, my locker door was slammed shut, hitting me on the side of my face.

“Get out my way, reject,” she spat. I met her stare, refusing to bow the knee to this unworthy little monster.

“Did you see the look she gave me Damian?” she said to the boy next to her. I say boy solely due to his age as he was around my age, but he was a hulk in size.

“You will show her the respect she deserves,” he snarled, staring pointedly at me with his icy blue eyes.

“Oh, believe me, I am,” I said stubbornly in return, pushing out my chin in defiance. I knew it was stupid, insanely stupid, to speak to my future alpha in such a way, but I had enough of this nonsense and this was not a good day to try my patience. Perhaps I should get myself expelled and for the Old Man into agreeing to homeschooling.

“You worthless, disgusting little b***h,” he growled, wrapping his hand around my throat and pinning me to my locker, “you are not my equal! The correct answer would have been, Yes Damian. Followed by an apology to Annabella.”

I didn’t reply, thinking it wise to keep my rebellious mouth shut. I refused to break eye contact with him and show weakness but refrained from using my words to express my disgust towards them.

“You can be luck I am in such a good mood today,” he said loosening his grip, “but don’t count yourself so lucky next time.” He let me go in order to hold Annabella to his side.

Six more days!

When the final bell rang I couldn’t wait to charge out of the metaphorical prison I found myself in. I knew some people enjoyed school, but how could I, when everybody saw me as an outcast and a reject. I didn’t have a single friend other than Jane, who only spoke to me in private. She was forbidden from being my friend out of fear that I could ruin her chance of a decent future by tarnishing her reputation.

I repeated the same painfully meaningless routine of waking, eating, attending school, avoiding the brat pack, going home, doing chares, eating and then sleeping, over and over until the weekend finally arrived. I opened my eyes as the morning sun sent its rays like spears into my bedroom, it’s Saturday, only one more day to my birthday and I would finally meet her, my other half. Skipping down the steps to the kitchen I hummed my favourite song. I was feeling particularly happy and nobody could spoil it for me, not today. It was the last day of being on my own, the last day of being weak and the last day that I would feel like the reject everybody thought me to be. I couldn’t wait to prove them all wrong. I have worked so hard to be the strongest version of myself, but without my wolf I was still weak in many aspects.