Swapping Geneive

By: Ploppyreads

Chapter 1~ A Sea Of Books

Geneive's pov

" Geneive Abernathy, if you don't find your butt downstairs in less than three minutes, I will bring you down myself!" My mother yells.

I quickly lift my head from behind my book, groaning. What does a girl have to do around here to read her book in peace?

Also when did Monday arrive? last time I checked it was still Saturday, strange...

" I'm sick, cough! cough! " I reply in a scratchy voice, hoping that she'll believe my not- so- convincing lie.

I hear small patters of foot steps coming up the stairs, and my eyes widened.

I quickly duck under my white blankets, shoving the series of books sprawled out out my bed along with me.

The door harshly swings open and I gulped, holding my breath.

" I know your awake, Geneive...you just answered me," she says annoyed. I could imagine her rolling her hazel eyes, at me.

Oh right....I mentally smacked myself.

I yawn loudly, stretching my already awaken limbs. Opening my right eye, I peek from under my blankets, checking if there were weapons in her hands.

By weapons, I mean shoes, slippers, keys, fruits, anything you name, anything she could get her hands on, she would use.

Seeing empty hands, I pushed the blankets down to my chest, making sure my books were safely hidden.

She arches her eyebrows, folding her arms.

" Morning mother," I say, smiling sheepishly.

" You're sick?" she asked narrowing her eyes until they were mere slits. She was not buying one bit of it.

My mother was a small woman but, I've learnt to not judge a book by it's cover.

I nod, Making sure to add in a few coughs to prove my point.

" See? I have a cough, " I murmur.

" Oh really and since when do you go to bed with your glasses on?" she glares accusingly.

Oh crap! I forgot about that.

"Y-you don't know? This is a new trend, everyone is doing it," I stuttered, playing with my fingers unconsciously.

I saw her staring right at the blankets and I cough loudly, trying to get her attention again.

" Are you hiding something from me?" she pressed on.

"No, why would you think that, mother?" I replied looking anywhere, but at her. I am so nervous right now, I am sweating buckets.

" Lift the blankets" She ordered.

My eyes widened as I laughed nervously.

" Now is that necessary?" I asked eyeing her, as she stepped closer to investigate.

When she was about a foott away I shouted.

" Stop! I don't want to infect you!" I yell panicking.

She rolled her eyes snatching the blankets with her small hands.

" I'm sure I'll live..." she glares at me as she completely yanks the blankets off.

She stares at the never ending sea of books sprawled all over my bed, then over at me.

I'M DEAD...

As she opened her mouth to scold me, and I cut her off.

" Oh my, would you look at that, I'm going to be late for school," I said, looking at my bare wrist.

Springing off my bed I grabbed a random book, and headed straight towards my bathroom, before she could grab me.

I locked the door behind me and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. That was close.

After a quick shower, I slowly crack open the bathroom door and poked my head into my room, checking to see if there was any sign of her.

I smirked at the empty room. Already seeing clothes laid on my bed I rolled my eyes.

I'm seventeen years old and still I'm treated like a toddler. It has it's pros and cons. Seeing that my books were untouched, I nodded to myself.

I picked up the plain teal T-shirt, the high wasted blue jeans, my undergarments and quickly got dressed.

Next, I tied my waist length ginger curls into a high pony tail, and swiped some lip gloss over my lips.

I walk over to my big mirror leaning against the wall next to my door, and gave myself a once over look before I left.

" Hey! there Gen, is it just me or do you look super hot today?" I gushed over myself.

I turned around so my back was facing the mirror and patted my butt, those squats were finally paying off. I did some more sexy poses, making silly faces.

Hearing a loud snort, and I look up to see my younger sister leaning against my door frame, silently laughing at me.

My sister Grimary Abernathy is only a year younger than I am, and is a few inches taller, than my 5'1 frame.

We always get mistaken for twins.

If I were to get a penny each time someone asked us that, I would already be a billionaire, surrounded by books, living in my own house, DEFINITELY not going to school.

We almost have the same physical features. The only difference is that I have silver/grey eyes and she has hazel eyes, also her hair is a bit wavy and I have big ginger curls.

Though I have to say it is quite strange, my mother has hazel eyes and my father has blue eyes... but I have silver/grey eyes. I wonder how that happened.

My face flames with embarrassment, as she continues laughing.

I quickly grab my black glasses off of my wooden dresser, slipping it unto my face, and picked up my black bookbag, slinging it over my right shoulder.

After putting on my white old converse, I joined Grimary at the top of the stairs and we both walked down together.

I smell the pancakes before my other senses registers its presence.

The homey smell of melted butter reaches my nose and assaults my brain, making my stomach rumble loudly.

My mouth waters as I fasten my footsteps towards the kitchen.

I walked in slowly, hearing my mother humming to a familiar tune.

Unaware of my presence, I quickly snuck behind her snagging a piece of the fluffy, tanned, warm goodness off of the stack before plopping it into my mouth.

She turns around placing the plate stacked with the warm prizes into my hands.

" Don't think I forgot about this morning, missy " she warned.

I groaned ," Why is life so frustrating, Tyler doesn't have to go to school, his parents are okay with him staying home," I grumbled.

" Who is Tyler?" My dad curiously asked from the couch.

" He's a book character, " I said. I know, it's ridiculous. I heard a snort, and roll my eyes knowing exactly who it came from.

" Well when your kicked out of your apartment for not having enough money to pay for your rent, or you don't have any food because you don't have an education or a good job, I hope ' Tyler' could help, " He replies going back to reading his newspaper.

My mouth falls open and I roll my eyes going to sit next to my sister. Unbelievable.

I take a deep breath of the pancakes in front of me, savouring the smell.

Hasn't anyone ever thought of making pancake scented candles?

" Can you just start eating? You look like a creep sniffing the pancakes," Grimary said in between bites of her own. I stuck out my tongue at her, telling her to be quiet.

I ate as quickly as I could and was about to go back for seconds, but my mother practically pushes me out of the house, stating that Grimary and I would reach late if I continued eating.

" I wonder where all that food is going," she murmurs before shutting the door.

" It's not my fault I have a fast metabolism," I grumbled rubbing my flat stomach.

Grimary and I walk to school. It's only a 15- minute walk, but by the time I arrive, I'm wheezing, out of breath.

Instead of buying us a car like every other child's parents would, my parents said and I quote.

'Walking home from school would be a 'great' exercise for you girls since you're so lazy' end quote.

Which I strongly disagree to. I am not 'lazy' I just prefer to conserve my energy, for more important things. The important things? .. I'm not sure as yet..

Also, what exactly would we be exercising!

If we lost any more weight, we would be able to turn side wards and disappear.

My sister rolls her eyes at my dramatic behavior, before jogging off, to her group of friends, leaving me to vent to myself.

I reluctantly headed inside seeing Riley and Aubrey already hanging out by our lockers.

Riley has straight black shoulder length hair and green eyes with pale skin, and Aubrey has blond big curls, Hazel eyes and has a natural tan.

How do boys not chase after them?

Riley spots me first, but I put a finger up to my lips. Telling her not to say anything.

I silently creep behind Aubrey, as she is currently telling Riley about the latest gossips she heard.

" Boo!" I yelled in her left ear causing her scream, startled.

This caused some students nearby to roll their eyes at our childish behaviour.

Aubrey playfully punches my shoulder, then proceeds to tells me the latest gossip between Luke Brenman and Jessica Hermes.

Luke Brenman and Jessica Heart, The ' perfect' couple that everyone can't seem to shut up about.

They have been on and off for years, but apparently he caught her cheating last week, and broke up with her again. It's very amusing to watch really..

I'm giving them a week before they'll be back together.

See? this is why I'm single. Being in a relationship is too stressful and time consuming for me, not that anyone would would date me though.

We decide to head to class before the bell rings, and see Luke already with some blond girl lip-locked pushing his tongue down her throat. Our faces screwed up at the sight. Ok maybe it will take a little longer than a week.

" I hope he finds what he's looking for," Aubrey whispers, making us laugh.

Our eyes widen as we saw Jessica a few feet away, crying, with her minions comforting her.

Thee audacity!

You would think she was the victim will all those crocodile tears.

" Oooh lala I sense drama," Riley sings excitedly. Riley stops to see what is about to happen, but I grab her by her shirt collar dragging her into Math class, despite her protests.

I sit down in the back of the class room and Nate takes a seat in front of me, making me sit straighter. I stare at the back of his blond head as if in a trance. Nate.. Oh Nate! The guy that nearly all the girls simp over. He was popular, and he was kind- sort of.

He hasn't spoken to me before , but at least he doesn't bully me like the other popular children do.

6'0 , Broad shoulders, captivating electric blue eyes, sharp facial features, with a dimple on his right cheek and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.

No wonder, a lot of girls has a crush on him. I may or may not have also.

Aubrey elbows me hard. Ow! I rub my side, turning to scowl at her. ' What was that for' I mouthed.

She only smirks, pointing her pencil towards Nate, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

" Nate and Geneive sitting on tree doing things I've never seen," Riley sings.

I would strangle her if I could but, unfortunately there were too many witnesses. Lucky.

" Shut up," I whispered. My face felt hot, as I nervously glanced at Nate, hoping he didn't hear anything.

Our professor starts talking before she could say anything else to further embarrass me.

He begins teaching and I try my best to take in what has was saying about Algebra, but most of it goes over my head. My gaze wanders back to Nate. Would he want to be friends with me?

I doubt that..

As if sensing my gaze, Nate turns around. I quickly avert my eyes, going back to 'writing'.

" Um... can I borrow a pen, I think my ink has ran out," he says holding up an empty pen, as if to show evidence that he was telling the truth.

I look up and see him staring at me. Oh..he's talking to me.

" Which person comes to school with only one pen? Stupid," Aubrey mutters, writing her notes. Riley shoulders, shake as she does a bad job at hiding her laughter.

Oh the joy of having friends. My friends..

I smiled at Nate, fetching a new pen out of my bag handing it to him.

" Thanks, " he smiled, showing off his dimple.

" Um....s-ure, no problem," I said, blushing when his fingers slightly brush against mine. Fudge pie!

" He only asked for a pen, but she looks as if she's been asked to be his girl," Riley teases.

" Geneive and-"

" Continue that and I will tell josh you have a crush on him," I warned her.

She quickly shuts up and I grin, finishing my notes.

" Are you excited that we're graduating in a few months?" Aubrey asks as we sat down.

It was currently lunch time and the cafeteria was packed.

" And leave all my hot admirers behind? no way, " Riley said going in for one of my French fries, but I swat her hand away.

" Get your own," I mumble pulling my tray closer.

" Since when do you have ' admirers' much less hot?" Aubrey asked, raising her brows.

" Since in her dreams, apparently she hasn't woken up yet," I replied, popping a fry into my mouth.

" Good one," Riley sarcastically says, taking a big sip of her sprite.

" I know," I reply cockily.

" I'm not in a rush to leave, though," I answered Aubrey's first question, eyeing the popular table. I wanted people to notice me before I left high school at least once. Everyone always trys their best to get the tables surrounding that table. Unfortunately we arrived a little late and the only table available was the one near the trash can. And the scent was unbearable..

" Look," Aubrey says, excitedly pointing.

We see Jessica walk into the cafeteria will her chin held high, of course with her minions behind her.

" Well someone's attitude has drastically change, from this morning," Riley says, taking another a sip of her sprite.

Everyone eye's are on her, eagerly waiting to see what juicy things would happen.

You could feel the tension sizzling in the air as they shamelessly whisper, pointing accusing fingers at her.

She strides up to the popular table and sits next to Luke. She starts talking to him, but he pays her no mind, continuing to chat with his group of friends.

Since our table was far back, you could barely hear anything.

You could see smoke, shooting out of her ears, as she was being ignored. This was probably ' torture' for her.

I suddenly had the urge to pee and I tell Riley and Aubrey I am going to the restroom, rolling my eyes as they waved me off, not taking their eyes off the scene in front of them.

While passing the populars table, someone sticks their foot out, causing me to lose my balance.

Every thing was in slow motion as I fall, shutting my eyes tightly, as I knew what would come next.

I fall with a thud and my glasses falls off my face, breaking as it makes contact with the ground.

My vision blurs and I bite my lip, fighting the urge to spout some rude words.

Deep breaths..

The cafeteria erupts in laughter and I remain on the ground not wanting to get up. If only there was a hole right now, I would gladly crawl into it. Riley and Aubrey runs to where I am, picking me up.

" Are you okay," Aubrey asks and I nod, dusting myself off. I glare at Jessica and she smirks raising her eye brows, challenging me to say something.

" I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," Jessica says unapologetically, her eyes filled with amusement.

I was so sure she did that on purpose, so all the attention would be off her.

Riley was about to say something but I shake my head stopping her.

I pick up my cracked glasses off the floor, looking at Nate. Was he okay with her treating me like this?

He quickly looks away ignoring me.

B-but I lent him a pen.. A new pen.

I forced a smile at Jessica and throw my glasses at her. She gasps horrified, making me roll my eyes.

Dramatic much? Last time I checked I'm the one who got tripped, and glasses broken!

" Since you can't see properly, you'll need this," I said turning around, walking out of the cafeteria. They'll see...

If everyone likes you your doing something wrong, popularity is overrated ~ Anonymous.

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Chapter 2 ~ Sink Or Swim

Geneive's pov

" Are you sure you don't wanna hang out with us, we're ordering pizza and having a movie night later.. " Riley says as we walk out of school. I shake my head... After what happened today in the cafeteria, I really wasn't in the mood to be around anyone..I just wanted to be alone with my books.

" Have fun, maybe next time though? " I suggest tiredly. They both pout but nod in understanding. We do a group hug and part ways promising to call each other when we got home.

Bending the corner, I step into the small, cozy building I've grown to know as my second home. I smile instantly, as the familiar musty cool air, attacks my face, peppering me with it's cool welcoming kisses. It makes me run my hands up and down my arms feverishly as goosebumps appear.

The atmosphere is buzzing with all things, awakening all my senses.

This place is always like this, as if it was a shelter of refuge.

Warm, abiding, accepting, quiet. My haven.

You could hear hushed conversations, occasionally a turn of a page, a scrap of a chair or the constant humming of the photo copy machine in the far corner of the room. Students were busy studying for mid term exams, books sloppily thrown all over study desks.

It felt good to finally be out of school. Away from embarrassment, away from...Jessica. I shake my head dispelling any negative thoughts, I wasn't going to let her ruin my mood.

" Good afternoon Mrs.Wong, how are yah? " I smiled, greeting the 60 year old Liberian, also my employer.

She was currently behind her dark oak desk intensely focused on the book she was reading.

Fifteen ways to trick a bad boy? Hmm, what an interesting name, I had to check it out in my free time.

Despite her age, she still manages to look beautiful with her bright eyes of an optimistic, hidden behind her black rimmed glass. Her jet black hair line with a few strands of white, is pulled into a low messy bun.

She owns the library I work part-time in, restocking shelves

and cleaning when we were short of staff, which was most of the time, but I'm not complaining..the pay was also good.

Raising her head from behind her book, she grins at me, making crows feet radiate from the corners of her eyes.

" I'm good dear, and how was school?" she asks, setting her book down. My mood instantly sours, guess there's no way I can ever get away from it.

" It was um..great!" I replied lying through my teeth.

It's not that I liked lying to her, but I didn't want her stressing over me.

Her husband, Mr. Wong was already battling with pancreatic cancer and I didn't want to add anything more to her already full plate.

" Are you sure?" she narrows her eyes getting a vertical wrinkle between her brows.

" Yes?" I answered unsure.

" Hmm....okay.."

" So... has any new books arrived?" I asked, trying to change the topic.

" Yup, about a hour ago," she excitedly claps her hands, whatever we were talking about long gone from her mind. Phew!

She receives a few annoyed glares from people, and she rolls her eyes, making me grin widely.

She points at two big boxes on her desk, and hands me a pair of black scissors. I quickly cut the scotch tape off, taking out the first book. I run my fingers across it's smooth leather cover.

Cracking open the book, I smell the scent of new ink and sand paper. So satisfying..

I carry the heavy boxes to the fantasy section with great struggle, almost dropping it twice and quickly placed it on the floor, trying to catch my breathe.

I really need to get in shape..

Hearing a few snickers, I raise my head and see three middle schoolers, pointing at me, and whispering into each other's ears. Of course me being the bigger person ignored them, Which was really hard, considering that I wanted to flip them off.

While packing the shelves, one of the books falls from my hand and hits the ground with a loud thud! Which causes me to jump.

I quickly turn to see if anyone saw what had happened, but no one showed any signs that they did.

I pick up the old dusty book, carefully inspecting it..This was probably way older than my great grandparents... Maybe even older than their parent's parents.

My eyes brows furrowed as I saw the words DIARY written in bold letters across the book cover. How did someone's diary find it's way in here? Did Mrs. Wong know about this? Surely if she did she wouldn't keep it in such an obvious place...I'd say it's destiny for me to meet the book.

Oh well! One small look wouldn't hurt anyone...right? Plus the diary looked as if it was here for quite a while, if the owner wanted their diary they would've already asked for it.

Making up my mind, I settle comfortably on the floor, and leanmy back against the shelf and opened the diary, excited to see what juicy secrets would be shown behind the book covers. But just as quickly my smile came it went.

Words.... a lot of strange words, that I didn't understand.

Hmm? I flip through the pages, dust dancing everywhere, around me. Nothing in this book was was even English. Why would you have the words diary in English but the other words in some other language? That doesn't make sense.

Maybe because he knew nosy readers like you would try to read it, my conscience says.

I-I wasn't nosy...it was for information purposes...

I frown disappointed, I really wanted to see what was written.

Deciding on doing some research on it later, I tear out a few pages out of the diary and stuff them into my back pockets. I had to put this diary back before someone caught me. Hopefully not Mrs. Wong.

" Curiosity killed the cat, you know, " someone whispers behind me. I jump startled, as my eyes widen.

Oh crap..

I slowly turn around, making sure to hide the diary behind me. Mrs.Wong hands were folded, her eyebrows arched and her lips pursed slightly. I laugh nervously, standing up. I dust myself, even though I knew there was no dirt on me.

" Um..what do you mean?" I asked looking anywhere but her. Did she see me ripping out the pages? I could feel my heart thump loudly against my chest. That's it I'm gonna to be fired..

" Nothing, just saying" she shrugs. I look up curiously at her, so did she see or did she not see?

If she did, she was doing a pretty good job at hiding it.

" Carol isn't here today, so I'll need you to do the cleaning, " she says. I nod, still confused.

She walks away briskly and I release my breath. That was too close.

I couldn't shake off that feeling, you know the feeling when you know something bad was about to happen...?

I shake my head, and resume packing the shelves, the weird diary still in lingering my mind.

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It was around five thirty when I finished all the cleaning. I walked to the front seeing Mrs. Wong still reading at the same spot.

I don't know how she manages to do it, I know couldn't stay sit for three minutes. The Library was dimly lit and only had about one person still studying. Poor guy.

" I'm finished. "

" Tell your mother I said hi," she replied not raising her head from her book. Her mood had seem to change drastically after she almost caught me with the diary.

" I will," I grin pushing open the doors, warm air greets me, and I shudder. The sun had almost completed it's work for the day and was being replaced by swirls of orange, pink and blue. It was such a shame that I couldn't paint it. I was barely even good at drawing.

There were still a few people lingering outside, either exercising, walking their dogs, or playing.

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, and took it out. I had 3 missed calls and 8 messages.

I go in my mothers chat, seeing 4 messages.

Mom: Geneive are you finished with work?

Mom: Are you reading this?

Mom: If you don't answer I'll give your books to your sister.

Mom:!?

I roll my eyes, Aubrey hates reading, hell has to freeze over before she'd ever pick up a book. I call my mother and she picks up on the first ring.

" Geneive, where are you?" she panics. I could hear her pacing around. What's wrong with her?

" Don't worry mom I'm fine, I'll be home after I pass by Mrs. Belldrop's shop " I reply trying to calm her down.

I really wanted to taste Mrs. Belldrop's mouth watering pies. My belly rumbles in agreement, it had been hours since I last ate.

" No no, come home right now, I just heard on the radio that the-"

Passing the lake I often fed ducks at, I hear a loud yelp making me stop walking. Was that a child's voice?

" I'll call you back in a bit, bye mom, " I say, quickly hanging up the phone before she could reply.

"Hello?" I called out. It was so quiet, you could hear pin drop.

I shrugged my shoulders, continuing to walk. I probably was hearing things because I was sleepy or something.

I hear the same yelp again and goose bumps crawl onto my skin.

I turn towards the lake, strange... Were lake waves normally this big. They were taller than the shelves in the library. I turn around and see that everyone were still acting normal. Was I the only one seeing this? It was weird...

Stepping closer, I hear it agian and was sure the voice was coming from in the lake. I see a tiny figure in the water flailing around and squint my eyes to get a better look.... There in the midst of the lake was a little boy that looked no older than 6 years. The waves crashed mercilessly on him as he tried his best to keep afloat. Why was he here at this time of the day?

Where were his parents? Also how are they not hearing or seeing this?

I couldn't swim.. Float, yes.

This is your chance to shine Geneive, imagine how famous you'll be when you go back to school. . The gods have finally answered your prayer. Finally you'll be noticed! Especially by Nate.. A voice mocks me..

Imagine seeing yourself on T.V." Scrawny teen girl saves helpless boy from drowning" I smirked at the thought.

" This better be worth it," I muttered.

With a new set of confidence, I march into the strange waters determined to rescue him. I kept walking, further and further into the waters. The closer I got the further he seemed.

Strange.. Turning back to see how far I was from the shore, I gasped. I was already in the middle of the lake. Why didn't I reach him as yet? He didn't seem that far.

I looked ahead forcing away my nervousness taking a huge breath. But panic quickly set in agian as I realised the boy wasn't there any more... Where did he go? He was here just a minute ago!

" Where are you!" I shouted, doing a 360 turn making sure to look as far as my eyes could go, he was no where in sight. It was only me in the lake.

" Listen here kid, this is is not funny. I'm going if you don't answer," I said nervously. Silence

" Suit yourself." I grumble. Silence.

That feeling was back again, and I was ready to get out of the water.

I try lifting my foot, but it doesn't move as if something was weighing it down. In less than a minute to process what was happening, something grabs unto my foot, dragging me slowly into the lake. Panic sets in the pit of my stomach, my heart aches, and my chest tightens painfully. As the cold fist squeezes my foot I yelp in pain shouting out for help.

The water suddenly felt icy, as if shards of glass were plunging into my skin, cutting me tauntingly. The water turns impossibly dark almost an opaque black that I couldn't see anything from neck down. What was under there..? I cover my mouth feeling nauseous. Was this how people with thalassophaobia felt..?

I try kicking the thing repeatedly, but it didn't budge. It even tightened it's grip angrily causing me to swear loudly.

" Let go of me!" I yell trying to pull my foot, out of it's grasp.

So caught up with trying to free my foot, I didn't see the wave barreling toward me from behind. Crashing mercilessly into me it, knocks all the air out if me. My body is completely pulled under water and my head starts pounding. Still shocked, my breaths came out rushed, as salty water invaded my mouth..

My chest was on fire, I needed to breathe!

I thrash around like a mad woman, I was not going to end like this, heck, I've never had my first kiss yet! How dare this... Thing!

I kept struggling for what felt like hours, days. A constant battle between me and whatever it was that had my foot.. But I was getting sleepy.. I couldn't continue doing this.

My hands grew tired and heavy, my body cried, aching for me to stop. To just give in. No one likes you anyway, no one's going to save you..The voice says mockingly.. Was this how I was going to end? My clothes felt like bricks weighing me down even further. I wanted it off but I didn't have the strength.

Tears brim my eyes, as I try my hardest to hold my breath. I kept telling myself to hold on, maybe someone would see..? I laughed.. I didn't even believe myself.. My lungs burned, the urge to breathe was unbearable.

I stretch my hands out, but the surface seems so far away.

My head is roughly slammed against something. And I don't bother touching my forehead knowing already that it was bleeding, suddenly I felt dizzy.

Bubbles spew out of my mouth, taking away the only breathe I had left. Blackness clouds my vision, and I see all the moments of my life flash through my eyes. My ears ring loudly, even though I knew it was quiet.

The last thing I saw as I took my last breath, were the papers I tore out the diary, floating hauntingly above me.

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Chapter 3 ~ Who Are You Perverts!

Geneive's pov

I groan, licking my dry lips unconsciously. A small action like this, caused my entire body to erupt in pain. I felt as if I had been ran over by multiple trucks, then, picked by revengeful pigeons.

" Is she gonna wake up soon?" A deep unfamiliar voice questions.

" Serves her right, for trying to drown herself, " A female snaps.

" Of course she would do that! you told her she has to mate with someone who was not her mate," he whisper-yells. She laughs houmourlessly.

" At least someone wants her, she should just accept it, it's not as if her mate would want her, she should thank me for doing her a favour," her voice raises.

" Yeah, but the Alpha is an old man, he's older than me! and I'm old."

" Who cares! She'll be with an Alpha, it's every teenage girl's dream!" she shots back.

Were they arguing about me?

" Yeah, that's her 'dream', that's why we found her in a lake near the forest, almost frozen to death, " he retorts, laughing sarcastically. Who are these freaks?

Also I can't remember trying to kill myself? I was tricked for goodness sake!

I try opening my eyes, but they wouldn't lift an inch.

" No need to worry Mr. Lawson, she should awake any time now, also watch what your saying, she's in a coma, not dead so she could be hearing," another male voice replies.

I hear a loud scoff.

" Good, Yo wake up, it's been a while since the house was last cleaned," the same female says.

What the.. Who does she expect to clean the dirty house, me?

Some women these days I tell you.

" She'll still need to rest for a few days, so I would advise that you not to let her do any chores," he says.

" Mind your damm business, she'll be fine!" she snaps. The nerve of this woman..

The scent of chlorine and disinfect, becomes so overwhelming, I force my eyes to open, shutting them quickly as I was greeted by the sun's harsh glare.

" Gosh, can you guys like close the blinds before I go blind or something? also I think your throat needs to get checked out, got some weird sounds coming out of there," I mutter sleepily blocking out the sunlight with one hand and holding my nose with the other. Someone closes the blinds and I smile. That's better.

Wait a minute..

This wasn't my room...I slowly lift the thin yellow sheets. The most embarrassing garment invented that had no back and lets every human being know what colour of your underwear looks like, stares back at me.

I screamed as I sprang up on the bed. I knew my body was going to hurt like hell after this, but I didn't care at the moment. These perverts changed me! They saw my lady parts..

Was I kidnapped? Where is that boy? I knew if I found him I would beat the living daylights out of him. This has to be a dream..I pinched my arm, yelping as it stung.

Okay.. So it's not a dream..

I turn and see three gaping faces staring back at me. Damm do I look that bad?

" Where am I?" I demand, looking around the foreign room. The room was really small, the faded walls had streaks where it had been cleaned previously, an electronic machine sitting on a cart with a lot of wires leading from it.

There was a privacy curtain hanging from the ceiling, separating me from the other patient and the window has a mini blind on it, and a view of a roof of an adjoining building.

" Has she gone mad," the woman says boredly, making me glare at her. What was her problem?

She glares back at me with a scowl etched unto her thin pale face.

Her thinning blond hair was up in a high ponytail and her pointy nose was held upwards reminding me of a Dorito. I could really do with a pack of those.

My stomach rumbles just at the thought of it. Its been a while since I last ate.

The man beside her was more tan and shorter. He had a gut belly, bushy eyebrows, a bald head and he wore a tight smile.

Who are they?

" Listen here, I don't know why you people kidnapped me, but I would kindly like my clothes, glasses and an escort out of here." I fold my arms.

The tall women, walks closer to the bed until her knees touched the mattress.

" Listen here you little brat, watch the way you are talking or else," she growls. Her eyes glow a lighter shade of brown, and my brows raise.

" So you have money to buy colour changing contacts, but no money for a face surgery? That's harsh," I pout pitifully.

She takes a stance ready to lunge at me, but the man who was dressed in a long white coat, who I assumed to be the doctor, whispers something in her left ear, causing her to step back to where the other man was, still glaring. I smirked sticking out my tongue. Yes I was acting child like but so what? I would do anything to annoy this crazy lady.

The doctor gives me a friendly smile. And my eyes narrow to the size of a pinprick. He was very tall, around 6 feet with dark skin, and a head of thick curls. His bright hazel eyes widen in amusement as he sees my death glare. Taking a seat in the chair next to the bed, he claps his hands excitedly.

How is he so cheery in the morning? Ah probably it's coffee.

" Hi there Geneive, I just want to ask you a few questions," he grins holding a clipboard. I nodded still leaning against the wall.

" What is your name?"

" Geneive."

" Your full name."

" Why do you need to know that?" I raised my brows. He sighs massages his forehead.

" Okay, next question. Do you know who they are? " he asks, pointing his pen towards the odd couple. I shake my head.

" Should I? " I ask..

" These are your parents," he smiles.

" No they're not," my face distorts looking at them.

I don't know what sick game they were into, but I really wasn't in the mood to play.

I look around the crammed room, searching for an escape. My eyes zoomed in on a white door and I smirked. I am going to escape from this smelly place.

I slowly inch to the edge of the bed, cringing as it squeaked with every step and I leap off, heading straight towards the door.

" Run, run as fast as you can, you'll never catch me because, I am the gingerbread man/ woman whichever you freaks prefer muhaha!"

" Stop!" The doctor yells. I roll my eyes still running. Just a few more steps and I would be out of here.

Before I could grab the door handle, the door bursts open, almost smacking me in the face. I jump back as a hand reaches out to grab me.

What were these people problem!

Someone yanks my arm from behind and I thrash around like a wild cat in their grip. Dam they were strong.

" Look! You've got the wrong girl, I know we look alike but I'm not that Geneive! " I yell. I bite the person's arm, and they shout, pushing me away. Someone else grabs me making sure to grip my jaw so I wouldn't bite them. They were treating me like I was some kind of rabid animal!

" This is kidnapping! Let me go!" I shout to the top of my lungs. I don't know what's happening but does that lake has something to do with why I was here...? And if I am here where was the real Geneive?

" Save your sorry excuse for the Alpha. " a gruff voice answers.

Something pricks my neck and I yelp rubbing it. Dam horny mosquitoes. I start feeling dizzy, my bones turn to jelly making me fall on the cold floor. What was it with me falling?

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Goosebumps form all over my skin as I feel rough hands running up my arms. I swat them away, rubbing my cheek into the warm fluffy pillow.

" I'm not hiding any books mom," I grumble. A loud laugh booms throughout the room, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. An unsettling feeling begins welling inside of me and I open my eyes, blinking a few times as I try to adjust them in the dim room.

I don't know how, but my body felt much better. Lifting my head, I panick seeing a broad figure sitting at the end of the bed. Everything that happened floods through my mind taking away every ounce of sleep I had left. Oh fudge..

A big hand clasps mine, and I pull away as if his touch burnt me.

Who is this?

I leaned closer trying to see what he looked like. The man, was probably in his late fifties.

His eyes were brown in the middle and blood shot everywhere else, held by fleshy pouches.

He had a lot of grey hair, with a few blond strands, and had an old wrinkly face, with a mold on the right side of his thin lips. I can see why Geneive tried drowning herself. I mean look at him!

He stares at me with an unknown glint in his eyes making me feel uncomfortable. Was this Alpha? My heart pounded against my chest. I hope he was not.

I laugh nervously pulling my knees flush against my chest.

" Um.. Hi there, I know this may sound crazy, but you've got the wrong girl, yes I am Geneive but different, I'm from California, you know?" I fiddle my fingers. I hope he understands. He smiles showing his yellowing teeth. You could clearly see this man didn't own a tooth brush. They reminded me of the sheets I was covering with, this morning.

" What is California? You always find ways to make me laugh my dear," he says hoarsely. Was something wrong with everyone's throat here?

" I'm serious," I mutter, observing that I was in a different room. This room was a lot bigger than the one I was previously in.

It has white clean walls, with a single painting of a black wolf, hanged crookedly.

The twin bed I was on, was covered with a thick dark blue sheet. And on the floor I see a thin green shag carpet, next to the bed.

A worn black bean bag was in the corner of the room and there was a wooden desk piled with papers pushed against the wall. As far as I could see there were no windows. Well there goes plan A.

" Do you like it?" he suddenly questions.

My brows raise. " Why do you ask?"

" Because this will be our room," he grins, scratching behind his neck nervously. This did not look cute in anyway.

I roll my eyes. what made this pervert think that I'll be staying here?

" It's uh..doable, "

He leans closer taking a lock of my hair between his stubby fingers sniffing it. Clearly he didn't know about personal space.

" I always loved your ginger hair, You're so perfect," he grumbles. I pull hair out of his hands, scooting away as far as I could from him.

" Uh, I know," I tucked my hair behind my ears. I would have to wash it in my spear time, when I got out of here.

" Are you Alpha...?"

" Yes I am the alpha of this pack, but my name is, Bruce," he smiles.

" So is this like a cult thing?" I blurted.

He growls making me jump.

" Why is everyone growling?" Gosh this was starting to get old.

" Because we are werewolves, have you forgotten?" he smiles. I stare for a while at this man, before bursting out laughing. I wipe fake tears out of my eyes.

" Are you people nuts? Werewolves," I start laughing again. He growls annoyed at my behaviour.

" You are also a werewolf so I don't get what's so funny," he grumbles.

" If I'm A so called 'werewolf' how come I've never changed into one hmm hmm?" I raise my brows.

" Because only your father is a werewolf, your mother was a human."

" Was?"

" She died while giving birth to you."

Poor Geneive..

" Listen buddy, I don't know what your on, BUT I'm really not from this place. There was this little boy who was drowning, and I tried saving him, but I drowned instead, and then I ended up in this weird place with people claiming to be werewolves, " I ramble.

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, shaking his head.

" The doctor said this would happen,"

" He said what would happen?"

" He said you would forget a lot of your memories, but don't worry, I'll be with you every step of the way, so you don't feel alone," He grins, studying me with a predators unwavering gaze.

I laugh nervously. " Yeah I'm sure you would.. "

" Oh by the way, Happy birthday, " He randomly says.

I look up confused. Today was my birthday?

" What date is it?"

" It's July 19th."

That's strange.. why do we have the same birthday? It was even weirder that we look the same..

Where was the real Geneive?

Why am I here instead of her...?

" Oh, um thank you, I guess," I manage to plaster a fake smile. He grins ruffling my messy hair, making me frown.

" I'll be back in a while, gotta fill my princess's stomach," he sings getting off the bed.

" Oh I also forgot to tell you, the ceremony will be held at midnight, so I will send our omegas to tend to you." and with that he closes the door with a click.

" What ceremony! " I yell, panicking. I ran up to the door and try twisting the door handle, but apparently he locked it from outside. I kick the door repeatedly.

Sixteen Karate kicks, five punches and one shout later, I get tired and lean my back against the wooden door, taking deep breaths.

Inhale exhale, Inhale exhale.

What did I do to fate to make him this angry.

I just was trying to be kind and save someone for goodness sake!

Never Again..

I didn't hear the door opening and someone roughly pushes against it sending me flying. Five women wearing maid outfits barge into the room. They see me sprawled out on the floor, and they quickly run over to pick me up.

" I'm sorry I really didn't see you there," A brunette around my age apologizes, nervously looking at her feet. I laugh softly dusting myself off.

" Nah it's okay, falling has become something... normal for me."

I laugh bitterly. Two of the women seemed to be in their forties, and the other two, around my age.

" Alpha, said he was busy so he asked us to give you this," she says handing me a tray of my favourite food. I sigh as the familiar scent hits my nose. Pancakes~

I gingerly cut off a bite and lift the fluffy goodness towards my mouth.

Pure bliss.

The first flavour to unfold itself on my tongue was the sweetness of the syrup followed by the buttery flavour of the pancakes itself.

I scoop another piece to replace the one that was dissolving and then another, and before I knew all that remained on the plate was a few dribbles of syrup. I leaned back patting my full belly. The people here were nuts... But at least the food here was good.

" Waw, I thought you would've left a piece," the maid with the black hair says.

I laugh. " There is never enough food."

" So what are your names?"

" I'm Brenda." the one with black hair says. She points at the one that had opened the door." That's Megan." Megan waves awkwardly.

" Harper." She points to the blond girl with green eyes. Harper nods going back to staring at her feet.

" And lastly Rica." She points to a Spanish middle age woman. Rica grins at me waving. I give them a genuine smile in return.

Can they help me escape?

" Listen, I know this is gonna sound crazy but can you guys help me escape, I'm am not Geneive, well I am Geneive but not the real one, I come from California and I would like to go back there, " I ramble.

They share a look between each other. They think I'm crazy also.

" Um..you know what, forget I said that....why are you here?" I ask, as I see bags in their hands.

" We are here to ready you for the ceremony tonight ," Rica says excitedly.

At least some was. I roll my eyes.

" What is the ceremony? "

" This ceremony happens when an Alpha finds his mate. They will pray to the moon goodness then they will, mark and mate each other."

" Mate as in.."

" Have sex." someone pipes up. My eyes widen.

Oh hell no..

" And what is a mate, mark and moon goddess?"

" Mates are like soul mates. Each werewolf has a soulmate, that is given to them by the moon goodness. We usually find our mates after we shift for the first time around the age 16-17.

Marking is when the male wolf bites his mate the place between the neck and shoulder .

Once the female is marked then half of the bond is completed. After the marking process their bond grow stronger in which now they can not only feel each other emotions but also read each other thoughts too. Well the moon goddess is the creator of wolves and mates," Brenda answers.

My neck pains, as I think of him biting me. I'm sure I would get a disease since he didn't brush his teeth. Probably rabies... I shudder.

Gross..

" Are you not excited? isn't he your mate?"

" Would you be if you were going to mate with someone old enough to be your great grandfather? And no he isn't my mate." I mutter.

She remains quite. Exactly that's what I thought.

I wished this was a dream, I wish that I could just wake up, to my mother threatening me about burning my books, hell I would even let Jessica trip me again and again, but sadly this wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.

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After showering, they dress me in this shea thingy that barley left any room for imagination. I stuck my hand out waiting for the rest of clothing.

" Where is the rest?"

" The rest of what?"

" My clothes ," I say in a duh tone. They can't expect me to go out looking like this..

" Can I change?" I pleaded.

" No." They all answered in unison.

" Why can't I?" I ask for the fiftieth time.

" Because this is traditional wear, all the lunas before you, had to wear this."

" Yeah the lunas before me weren't kidnapped, I feel sorry for them though, what do you even call this thing." I grumble, pointing the the odd dress.

I'm already held against my will, they could've at least given me proper clothes.

" It doesn't matter what's its called."

An abrupt knock stops our conversation and my stomach drops. Is this it?

They all smile at me sadly, and open the door walking outside. Before the last maid Harper, I believe her name was, sticks a crumble paper into my hand. I stare at her in confusion. She only passes me a look before heading outside with the rest of the maids.

What was this?

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