ALPHA DRAVEN

Walking the halls of Briar Ridge High School on the first day of senior year was pretty much the one thing I did not want to be doing on a Monday morning. Honestly, if I had my way, I would never set foot in this place again. Apparently my mom doesn't see that as a choice. So when I gave up on that plan this morning, I dragged myself out of bed and didn't even bother with makeup. It wasn't going to do anything for me anyway, and the 5inch scar on my face is still a permanent reminder of what went down fourteen years ago with my parents and a rogue gone crazy. Most of it isn't clear in my head and I have never pushed for details, even though my mom always wants to talk it through in case it helps me. I don't see the point in talking about something I have no interest in remembering. My mom still aches whenever she thinks about it, and having the mark stamped across my face all the time doesn't exactly help. She tells me I'm still beautiful, but that doesn't stop everyone else from staring. Being the Alpha's daughter, I mostly kept to myself and only hung around a small circle of friends. I shoved the books I wouldn't need until later into my locker just as my best friend Willa, the Beta's daughter, came up beside me. We've known each other since we were four, and we've basically stuck to each other ever since. Once we closed our lockers, we said hi and started talking about the latest chaos my twin brothers Jett and Rhys had caused over the weekend. Right when we were about to head to class, Brielle showed up with the crowd that followed her everywhere, the same girl everyone at school practically worshipped.