Started: February 28, 2017
Finished: April 30, 2017

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Life is always unpredictable. It always messes with us thinking it would be fun. Sometimes it hurts us, sometimes it gives us false hopes, sometimes it gives us assumptions. But do you know what I hate most about life? It always gives me a reason to despise it.

Looking at the mansion I've been calling home for as long as I can remember, its majestic view had me sneering in disdain.

The beautiful view is the exact opposite of what this place brings me and whenever I look at it, it reminds me just how my life sucks.

Maneuvering my way from the wide front lawn of the house to the right side of it, I began my journey of climbing up the walls to my bedroom. As soon as my head hit my pillow-

"ALEXANDRIELLE QUINN RILEY!!! Get your lazy butt off your bed and come downstairs!"

I slammed my head on the headboard of my bed. One thing I hate is, my mom doesn't want me staying in my room all day. She wants me to go out, walk, talk to people (like I'm gonna do that) and socialize! Isn't that great? (Note the sarcasm)

I'm never a people person because....let's just say I'm dominant - which is rare. People in our town rarely have dominants in it because...well let's just say that they kind of have a bad experience with dominants. Lucky them, I'm a girl and I can control myself.

Grumbling under my breath, I dragged my feet off the bed and reluctantly slipped on my fluffy white flip flops.

Don't call me again. Please don't call me again.

I chanted inside my head as I took my time slowly, hoping they won't persuade me to go downstairs again.

"Alexandrielle!!" My mom's voice boomed out and I jumped.

"Coming, coming!! Jeez!" I exclaimed as I ran down the stairs.

My brother stuck his tongue out at me as soon as I reached downstairs. So childish, ugh!

"Any particular reason as to why my great company is needed this early morning?" I asked my mom sarcastically.

If you're wondering 'why am I a dominant when I'm a sarcastic person?' The answer is, I'd rather be sarcastic than letting my other self on the surface.

My mom turned to me with a glare. "You need to get out of your room. You've been there all day! If you're not known you would've been mistaken as a witch already" she told me exasperated.

I rolled my eyes at her "Me?..." I pointed at myself. "This look? Who the hell would even mistaken me as a witch? I'm too good looking for that" I finished smirking.

"Stop bragging. Fine you're good looking but staying in the dark for too long might cause you to turn into a witch any time soon"

I dramatically gasped as if hurt and held my chest "That actually hurts!" I exclaimed.

She just rolled her eyes at me.

"Sooo...though I'm not needed at anything..." I slowly turned around and started to sneak away. "I better get going"

Before I could get away though, mom pulled the back of my shirt and jerked me backwards.

"You are not going anywhere young lady, because you are going to school tomorrow"

What?!