Chapter 1. Frustrated Life
***1. Frustrated Life
Astrid's POV:
"Astrid, get up." Someone sprayed water on my face.
I know exactly who it is. I moaned in my sleep, wanting nothing more than to be alone.
My blanket was removed from me, and I noticed a draught of cold air coming from the door beside the dining room.
My mother was the one who was bothered by my sleeping at eight o'clock in the morning. Despite my repeated explanations that I have pack duty at night, she refused to let me sleep, claiming that I am a girl and that I have already caused them enough embarrassment. Now they can take it a step further with my tardiness. I've mentioned to them numerous times that I slept at four a.m., but my mother scolds me, telling me that I've already gotten enough sleep.
I exhaled and opened my eyes. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs because if I keep going at this rate, I'm sure I'll go nuts from a lack of sleep and rest.
It's not like I'll have time to immediately acclimatize to my new surroundings. I'll be thrust into a list of errands I have to run before my assigned time, and then I'll have to go to school.
"Get up and tidy the whole house. I want you to do it before you go to school," Mom said as she exited the dining hall.
Hello, my name is Astrid Stephnie Jones, and this is how I spend my early mornings. Being the only daughter brought me nothing but exhaustion and managing everything on my own.
I sleep in the dining room not because I'm treated like a maid or anything, but because it's my choice. Because there are only three bedrooms in the house, one of which is inhabited by my parents and the other two by my elder brothers, I was forced to sleep in the living room. I wouldn't say I liked it there, so I asked to use the dining room, which was gratefully approved.
It was enormous enough to contain everything while still leaving enough space to roam around freely.
Furthermore, I was never appreciated for all of the hard work I put into my entire day, and if I slept a little late, I was called names.
On the other hand, my two brothers work a little later and are not disturbed for an eternity. I start to feel nervous about them and query my mother about why they are so uninterested in me. She says something about how tired they were when they returned from all the hard work they had done the day before and how they deserved some rest. Still, that same mother can't see her daughter's struggle who, in addition to school, has to run errands around the house, work as a waitress at night in a restaurant, and spend nights serving the pack but isn't appreciated for anything.
It breaks my heart to see the woman who brought me into this world treat me this way. I adore her because I know how much she loves her children. She used to shower me with affection until a few years ago, and I'm not sure what changed for her to treat me so coldly.
I know my brothers work hard as well, with pack chores and their own work to attend to, and they need to rest, but why are others so insensitive to me?
After I accomplish everything, I have to go to school, knowing that new obstacles await me there. Later, I have to go to the restaurant and work. Otherwise, I won't be able to manage my costs. Then again, I'm responsible for my own expenses.
But I'm not complaining. After all, I enjoy the feeling of taking responsibility for myself.
I've never liked to rely on anyone, including my parents, to give it to me, but it hurts at times not to receive the love they show to others, but I guess it's not in my fate.
I got up from my bed and did everything, packed my bag, and left for school.
I was walking aimlessly when I fell against a stone and was about to drop face-first on the ground when a soothing aroma overwhelmed me, accompanied by a pair of arms securely wrapped around my waist.
I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief that I was at least rescued. Still, I dreaded having to turn around and face him because I was afraid I'd lose myself looking into those blue eyes.
"Astrid, are you all right?" he asked, clutching my waist.
I gathered my courage and stood up, embracing myself before turning around to face him.
I pursed my lips in a thin line, cursing myself internally for being careless, which had left me in this situation.
I summoned all of my courage and told myself mentally not to act stupidly.
"Oh Edward, hello," I said, smiling at my crush.
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