The tapping of the pen to the table, the nape scratching, the flipping of papers, the friction of the skin to the fingernails, the squishy noise, and the frequent sighs resonate throughout the quiet living room.
The twins are focusing on answering their piled up assignments from three subjects that warm Saturday morning as they both said that ‘two brains are better than one’, and thought that it would be easier and efficient.
Although, that is not the case when only one of them is doing the thinking and answering while the other is staring and daydreaming.
The faint murmurs, continuous scribbles, tapping of shoes, and the subtle blow of wind through the window are slowly disappearing to Luke’s hearing when he is blankly staring at his opened notebook. The vague image of a plump red lips popped out his mind that he bumped his head hard on his desk. He whimpered a bit while massaging his forehead. “What was that?!” The English teacher flinched when he asked the class but no one answered. However, their eyes were directed to one person. “Luke? Are you okay?”
Luke was sitting across Mrs. Creowood at her office and for some weird reason, she gave him a hot chocolate drink with marshmallows while continuing her work at her desk. The warmth of the mug spread to his hands and thighs as it lessened the coldness he experienced since the beginning he received the drink. Patiently waiting for her to be done, he was subtly playing with it as he slowly turned it from right to left and left to right while staring at numerous colored marshmallows moving along the flow and faintly giggling from the shallow fun. A few minutes later, Mrs. Creowood was done and her assistant left the room. She took her coffee and drank it before clearing her throat.
Excessively opening the door as if it was a door in a royal palace and his classmates did not care who just walked in despite how loud the rattling was but his mood was not getting spoiled. “Good morning, Rain, Hunter.” Leo greeted his friends when he sat down on his seat then dropped his bag on the floor. Not knowing the weird looks he was receiving from his friends at his side until the chatterbox sat on the chair in front of his desk to meet his eyes. Leo was taken aback from the sudden actions. “Wh-what?”
It was a bright hot scorching noon, when an omega teenager girl was waiting at the school gate on the top of a hill and swiping her phone from left to right, right to left, upward to downward, then downward to upward. Not caring her white skin would darkened nor she releasing her pheromone in a dominantly alpha neighborhood, particularly in front of an alpha-beta campus. Her waist-length straight blonde hair tied into a ponytail and was wearing a white tight shirt and jeans that flaunts her curvaceous figure despite her short stature. Hearing the clamor she caused behind her and the dense combination of alpha pheromones that clouds around the campus but she was not affected at all. Changing
A busy Friday morning greeted the smiley and energetic class president as he was doing his usual duties within his classroom. Proceeding in the teacher’s desk on the front to get the attention of all his classmates who were doing various activities – listening to music, napping, doing their assignments from the other subject, playing on their phone, chatting with each other, and teasing. All he could do was defeatedly sigh from such chaotic scenes taking place in his sight. “Everyone! Listen up!”
It was a cold Sunday night when the dim-lighted living room was filled with laughter, tears, whimpers, huffing, munching and slurping. As the Sager family, the mother, Mika and the sons Luke and Leo were having the fun of their life watching comedy movies, in their cute pajamas. Since that afternoon, they hurriedly prepare various chips, flavored popcorn, and drinks on the coffee table that they forgot to cook for their dinner when the clock hit six. They were too focused to notice the doorbell rang the first time as the noise from the television was too loud and was coping up from the pain they experienced from laughing too much. &nb
Tightly embracing her legs when sitting on the corner of her bed in a dim-lighted room as her back hits the wall. Trembling, sniffling, panting and dampening her silk pajamas when she woke up from her nightmare – her past that she wants to forget.
The cold Sunday night wind was making the semi-bald white hair man in his fifties with brown eyes, rub his wrinkling white skin arms with both hands despite wearing thick long sleeves. Seeing a dim-lighted two-storey house in the distance while bringing his food that would be given to his neighbors. Absentmindedly pressing the doorbell and patiently waiting for a few seconds before he heard the laughter originated on the left side of the first floor where numerous colored lights illuminating at the glass window. However, he hurriedly left with a bitter taste on his tongue to visit other neighbors in the area. “It’s better to leave than wasting our time there.” Talking to himself with a pissed off expression while walking on the dark alley towards the next house. Upon meeting people, he smiled and subtly scanned them from head to toe before giving them the food he cooked. Not wanting to stay and chat long with them since i