My name is April. I am 17 years old, and I live with my father. I have never met my mother. My dad told me she died while giving birth to me. Even though that hurts as a child, and it’s the most painful thing you will ever grow up with, knowing your father no longer has a wife because of me.
My father is the Alpha of our pack. He reminds me every chance that he gets that I am the next on the throne when he probably retires. At home, I am an only child. It's just me and my daddy. I love him so much he is the best father I would ever wish for, I consider him like a mother, he tries his best to fill the void my mother’s absence should have on me.
He's the best man on earth. I didn't believe it when people said, "All men are the same." My father made sure that I didn’t think that. He was there on my first shift. He was there when I was facing bullying. He's the one who suffers the most when I have to wake up to go to school because I die instead of sleeping his words.
He's the man who doesn't want me to go out on dates. He says I must save myself for my mate. Yes, I'm seventeen and only one month until I find my mate. I was anxious. No, scratch that, I was terrified. All giddy from thinking about the love I'm gonna get from my mate.
"April!" My father's voice boomed through the whole housebreaking me from my thoughts.
I quickly scrambled to get my things as fast as I can.
"Chris!" My squeaky voice shouts back. I can imagine him rolling his eyes.
"I'm going to be late for work. Let’s go!"
I snatched my backpack and raced downstairs. My heart is beating at a fast pace scared that I might trip and fall flat on my beautiful face. Dad would laugh until I cried for him to stop laughing but I had to fall.
"Ouch!" I went flying down on my face and broke out in laughter as I predicted he would.
"I'm sorry, baby girl," he said in between laughs as he clutched his stomach. I grumbled and stood up smoothing out my black top and dusting my jeans. I pulled my ginger hair into a ponytail.
I opened the door and went to the car. Dad was still laughing behind me. He’s so annoying. What’s with him today? I opened the passenger door and held it and turned around and looked at him. He was still laughing. I clicked my tongue.
He's not worth it, I told myself and turned to face the passenger door but I hit my head on the passenger door.
"Aaaaah!"
Dad laughed as he kneeled down banging the poor concrete. Wow, today is definitely not my day, is it?
"It's not funny it hurts!" I said, trying to stop him from laughing anymore. It was annoying.
"It is April," He said he just stick his tongue out at me I scrunched my eyebrow in disgust.
"You’re so immature for a thirty-year-old grow up!" I said my brushing my aching forehead.
“And what will I get at growing up? Getting old? Naah, I'm good" He was acting immature, he was supposed to act old but his face doesn’t show that his old, it shows the opposite, he looks like a college guy. He has blue eyes and brown hair with tan skin.
"I hate you" I mumbled under my breath, but I knew no matter what he heard me.
"You wound me, pumpkin." I hate that nickname. He reversed out of the garage when I thought of a good comeback. "Good that was my intention anyway."
"Aww, is that all you got?" Well, there goes my good comeback.
"I hate you, Dad," I said looking out the window while scowling he touches my hand "I love you too Honey"I snatch my hand away.
I snatched my hand away. "Eeuw! Dad, stop with the nicknames!" I look out the window in irritation.
"Wel-" I cut him off by bursting the radio. I shut him up by turning the radio on. We sang to the radio until we reached school in ten minutes. I grabbed my bag from the back then gave dad a kiss on the cheek. "Love you."