We Can't Be Torn Apart

We Can't Be Torn Apart (2)

So I made a summary, but its not really a summary. It's part of the chapter that leads up to the main problem. I'm totally open to a new summary though!

So here's number two. One quick question though, is the spacing okay? I know some of you guys where complaining about it in Mate Or Mates?. Let me know please!

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Chapter Two

Ana's POV

I groaned as the bright light flashed across my face as my loud alarm beeped next to me. Oh how I hate mornings. I hardly slept last night thinking about Scott’s mom and having to lead a pack. It’s a lot to take in…

I mean, just a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t even know that I was a wolf to begin with! Now I’m leader one of the greatest packs in Minnesota, well, I’m going to be soon. Why did my mate have to be alpha? Mother nature can really suck at times…

I looked at my phone. 6:00… I could sleep in and skip breakfast. Then again, last time I did that, my stomach kept making weird noises during history…

Once more, I cursed mornings before getting out of my warm bed. Its only then beginning of December, how the heck am I going to make it all the way to June? I cant wait to sleep in all summer…

Thinking those happy thoughts, I took a quick shower and got dress into some jeans and a plain shirt. I tried to get some of the water out of my curly hair so that it wouldn’t get so frizzy later.

I almost grabbed my cheer leading bag before I remembered that I quit because of those evil barbies. I did remember to grab my trombone though.

By the time I got downstairs, my older brother Matt was already eating breakfast. Looking at the clock, I realized that Marcos would be coming down any minute, so Ela must be getting here soon.

“Morning.” Was the best greeting that I could manage towards my brother.

“Gee, someone isn’t a morning person.” He muttered to himself.

“And you know it. Just don’t mess with my pop-tarts…” I warned.

I went to the cabinets and grabbed the box of strawberry pop-tarts. The box felt to light for my liking… I looked inside of it just to find it empty.

I looked up at Matt, whom, if I must say, had a very guilty look on his face. I spotted a little silver package that must have contained my last little strawberry and frosted friend…

“YOU TOOK HER!” I all but shouted at him. Actually, no, I did shout at him.

“Hey, there wasn’t anything else to eat and I was hungry!” He held his hands up in self-defence.

“Well, you should know better!”

He slowly grabbed the shiny pop-tart package, informing me that there was still some left in there.