Woken Up by Sian Reynolds (different e readers txt) 📕

I look around the room slowly, taking it all in. I think that last person to stay here was a goth. The room is painted in dark colours, mainly black with the odd bit of hold lighting the room up. I actually quite like it. I smile and turn my attention back to Mark.

Smiling at him, I close off all thee space between us. I rest my hands on his chest and holds my back. I look up to face him. "I know what you're doing." He says softly.

I'm taken back. I don't even know what I'm doing. How does he know?

"What am I doing?" I ask truely puzzled. "I saw the way Liam looked at you. You interested him and he's not going to leave you alone; and by the way you looked at him. I can tell that you're interested by him too. You want to get under his skin, just to piss him off."

This guy has interesting theories.

"Bullshit! You don't know anything about me." Mark smirks me. I think he's actually laughing at me. "I know you better than you think. Just consider it my little gift." He winks at me and walks out of the room leaving me speechless.

And let me tell you, that doesn't happen often.

I decide to put all my clothes into the wardrobe. Its a small thing but all my clothes fit in. I put my shoes underneath them on the floor and close the doors.

I turn to face my bed. Its a huge thing. With massive bed posts  going all the way up to ceiling, they were coverd in gold ribbon and the bedding was jet black with a few shinny golden bits here and there. The walls were deep blue with a swirly golden pattern in tthe middle. 

I looked at a the clock hanging on the wall, it read 8:00.

What to do today? My stomach rumbled pointing out that I hadn't eaten since yesterday. I looked at myself in the long goth like mirror. Mike was right, I should change out of my clothes. 

I strip down and put on tights annd shorts, with a white t-shirt and a hoodie. 

I make my way back down the hall passing to rooms of all my new house mates. Yay. 

As I approach the stairs I can smell bacon cooking. I practicly run down the stairs I'm that hungry. I walk through the huge house hopping to find the kitchen, its so confusing! Ugh! Why does this place have to be so big! I take yet another wrong turn and end up in what looks to be the main living area. 

There are pplush sofa's and armchairs and bean bags. A hug eflat screen TV and a whole corner of the room deicated to computers. The carpet is a deep red and soft under foot. This house has had a lot of work done to it. Alot. 

I walk out of the room in hunt of food. There! Just down the hall is the kitchen. I walk into a huge room filled with massive cookers and the inviting aroma of cooking food. Everyone else seems to be here too. Must be breakfast time. 

When I walk in all conversation stops and everyone turns to face me. I look back at them. I shrug and walk to one of the many cupboards. I open it find row upon row of food. I rubbage around for a while 'til I find a bar of chocolate. 

I can eat chocolate for breakfast. I take it out and turn around heading back the way I came. "Hey you can't have chocolate for breakfast!" Says a voice from behind me. I turn to see a small boy. He looks no more than fourteen. What the hell is a little person like him doing in a place for 'troubled teens'? 

"Yeah, you wanna bet on that?" I ask. "I- uh- um... Just thought I'd uh, tell you." I laugh at the boy, stammering away. "Well thanks kid. But I do what I want. So you don't need to warn about the these crazy rules." I turn and walk away. To be stopped by yet another voice.

"Oh. Hello I'm Alice! I think Mike has already told you that I'm the other worker here!" Ugh what is it with perky people. Just showing up to try to make everyone smile. "Uh-huh." is all I can manage as a response. To avoid any morer awkard conversations I wander around the house for most of the morning.

*****

When I finish inside I start to wonder outside, exploring the grounds when I manly laughs. I instintly become still and strain to listen. "So Liam what do ya think of Alex?" I hear Marks voice ask, "Well she's certainly a hottie!" That was Will and they burst out laughing again. "Um well she's a fighter. But theres something about her that I can't quite put my finger on. I  can't read her properly." Liam sounds truly puzzled. I smirk at the thought that he can't read me properly. 

"I think we can safely say that theres something different about her. Something strong and powerful. Maybe we sould even try to Awaken her?" asks Will. I suddenly feel scared. Awaken me? What hell does that mean. Theres some crazy shit going down here. "Hmmm, I dunno Will. Maybe we should ask The Court first, see what they say." The Court? What the fuck? This is really crazy. "Yeah thats probably best. So anyways back to training. Do you want me to start?" Asks Mark. Training? This I have to see.

Slowly I move behind a huge oak tree. I carefully peer around the massive trunk and watch.

Mark stands about fifty meters away from Liam and Will. He takes a rarther scary looking stance and moves his left arm up as if he's holding something. Then floating in the air is a huge wooden log. No person could lift that. Then it flies toward Will; it's about too hit him when lifts his left arm quickly and in a sharp movement throws it aside with the log following his movements before it crashs to ground. 

I turn and run away as fast as I can. 

What the heck is going on?

I've been pacing back and forth for most of the afternoon trying to figure out what to do. I've made a mental list about the problems that have occoured:

1) I'm stuck living in a freaking care home!

2) Pretty much everyone living here are the most annoying people ever!

3) Liam, Mark andd Will seem to have crazy powers!

4) I could be going crazy!

This is so confusing!!! Ah what to do what to do?! Well I could confront them about what I saw, or I could do a little bit of snooping. Yep I think I'll go with option number two. An evil grin comes to my face. 

I walk out of my room in search of food. Again. I can't get what I saw out of my head. I could just be going crazy- "Ow! Watch it jackass!" I hadn't been paying attention and walked into hard chest that belonged to none other that Liam. "Wow harsh words, Alexadnria" Slowly drawled out my name. He smirked and I snarled at him. 

Why, oh, why did my parents give me such a stupid name?

"I told you not to call me that!" I practicly growled at him. He chuckled. "Oh yeah I remember now, you said anyone that called you that, you would remove there vocal cords. So you wanna try that with me?" He smirks, "You'll loose more than your vocal cords!" I snarl at him, "As if I'd let you get cllose enough to even try. Ahaha, man, I'd love to see you try though! Your a fiesty one, I like 'em fiesty!" He winks before bursting into sexy laughter. Ah! No not sexy, just annoying! I've never thought someones laugh could be sexy.

While he's to busy laughing at me, I kick him, hard, in a place where the sun don't shine. He makes an odd noise, a bit like a high pitched squeak. "And you said I wouldn't be able to get close enough!" Now I'm the one laughing at him. "Bitch!" He snarls at me. "Please, your insults don't hurt me." With that I walk down the hall and down the stairs smiling to myself.

******

After dinner I head back up to my room and change out of my shorts and t-shirt and put on the outfit I wore  when I first arrived here. I decided that I couldn't stay in here any longer. I needed to get out. Theres a small town about a twenty minute walk from here so I think I'll go there. Before I leaave I grab a knife just in case some shit goes down and pull my hair into a high pony tail.

I wait until I'm certain that everyones asleep before I silently slip out of my roo, down the hall and stairs before I go out the front door. I look around for any signs of someone following me before I make way to town. 

The walk takes less time than I thought it would and I arrive in under fifteen minutes.  I  look around to see what there is before I wonder around aimlessly. 

As I walk round I corner I recongize a manlly sounding voice. I hide in the shadows and creep forward to get a closer look. I  sniffle a gasp. What the hell is Liam, Mrak and Will doing here?! I hide behind a cluster of bins and watch what they're doing.

They seem to alone, and looking around, as if they're waiting for someone. If only I  could make out what they're saying! I hear foot steps approach and the boys fall silent. 

A tall handsome looking man rounds the corner. He has thick balck hair and pale skin. Walks up to the boys and they start talking.

"Hello my friends. How are you on this fine night?" He says wth an accent that I think is from Spain. "We are fine Rafel. How are you? I know that you can come under a lot of stress at times like these." Ask Liam. It clear that Liam is in charge of whatever is going on. "Oh how kind of you to ask Senor Liam. I am indeed under stress as is everyone. Now to the buisness at hand." Liam gives a sharp nod.

I've never seen him look so serious, well I have only known him two days but, when I have seen him he has been either joking or making objects fly.

"Yes, we need to know that you'll fight along side us if the time comes, you help us in the Dark Times." What fight? And what is the Dark Times?! "Hmm, yes. I understand that if my clan  is to fight with the Woken we have a good chance of winning. But you know what I want in return. Have you been able to assure that our demands will be met?"

The Woken? I am