Alpha Ryker s Little Witch

Ryker

Ryker

For guys, life is a party or a good time. The guys coast by not giving a shit what happens. As long as girls, drinking, smoking, or whatever is there. That is them, not me. That was my twin. He thinks about the next notch on his bedpost or the next score while hiding behind a persona. I prefer to be real.

People may call me a pessimist, but I’m a realist. I don’t consider the glass half empty or half full but as the truth. I’m not into drinking or drugs. I’m not even into a casual fling because it’s not my thing.

I’m not a goody goody by any means. I fight, I have a mouth, and I’m always looking for engaging conversation.

People assumed things about me since I don’t have a girl hanging on me. People think I’m gay, far from it. I’ve never been into casual flings with girls. Oh, they have tried. Yeah, I will admit. I’ve messed around. As far as going further, nah, I’ll pass.

My parents are always on my ass. Ryker, when will you do something? There’s more to life than your bed. Ryker, do something. Yeah, you get the drift. I get they care, but damn, a little leeway is nice.

School bores me. It serves no purpose. Anything I do, I pass. My grades are impeccable, but it bears no interest to me. Call me moody, but I could do without it.

You encounter the same thing and people. I grew up with the people I have known throughout the years. My family goes there while the others had scattered. My parents settling in the town where they grew up is beyond me. I’m still wondering what is wrong with my family that made them stay.

Besides my parents, my two uncles stuck around as well. The others left this godforsaken town. I’m not too fond of it here and hate it. The minute I get a chance, I am going and never coming back.

“Ryker! Breakfast!” Mom yelled, breaking me from my thoughts. I exhaled, rubbing my face. I glimpsed at the clock, seven a.m. Then turned back to face the ceiling. One more year in this forsaken town, then I’m out of here.

My door flung open.

“Did you understand your mother? She said breakfast.”

I turned and looked at Dad.