Chapter One
"Dad, can I please go to public school?" I begged my father for the fifth time that day.
"Alexandria Anne Lakewood." My dad said, for the fifth time that day. "I already told you, I pay a lot of money for you to attend Lakewood Private School, why can't you appreciate that?"
"Dad." I said, totally serious. "First of all, please do not use my full name, you know I hate it, it's just Alex. Second of all, you don't pay anything for me to attend that school, you built it, you're the principal!"
"So it would cost more to go to public school, end of discussion." My dad said, turning away, though it was me he was talking to, the conversation was far from over.
"Dad, please." I whined.
"Why do you want to go to public school so, badly, is it because I'm the principal, are you planning on getting in trouble and you don't want me to know about it?" My dad, always assuming things.
"There's a number of reasons, although that is not one of them." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Why don't you enlighten me a bit and tell me some of those reasons." My dad said, mocking me by crossing his own arms.
I let out a deep sigh of relief and plopped down on the couch, letting out a slight oof! "Well to start, Mom went to public school." My dad loosened a bit, let his arms fall to his sides as he took a seat next to me and took my hand. My mom had passed away when I was three, which was 12 years ago, it was something I would never get over. We didn't like to talk about it much, so to get away from the awkward moment, I continued. "Then there's the kids at school."
"Kids at school, what's wrong with the kids at school? There's that one guy, your boyfriend." My dad teased.
"Peter is not my boyfriend!" I yelled, my face growing hotter by the second, but I starting laughing half-way through it. "Peter is a boy that is a friend, not a boyfriend. Actually a best friend, considering we've known each other since second grade."
"Okay, so Peter is cool, what about the other kids, your other friends?" My dad looked at me, concerned.
"That's the problem, I guess I'm not what's considered 'popular material', but I know the real reason, I hear people talking about it behind my back, no one wants to be friends with the principal's daughter." I sighed and my dad gave me another concerned look. "That I can live with though, I don't need a big group of friends, just a best friend, which I have. Not to mention it probably doesn't help that I'm the shy girl who always sits in the back of the class. But the big problem is Taylor."
"Taylor?" My dad asked, raising his eyebrows.
"She's this really mean girl at school, and she' constantly making for of me, for various reasons." I said.
"Well, I'm sorry, maybe you can transfer next year or something, but it's not a good idea to transfer in the middle of the year, besides then I will have to pay for your schooling." My dad said, which kind of ticked me off. He built a school and was now running it, he's probably the richest guy in our entire village, which isn't necessarily saying much because it's a small little place that isn't on most maps, but still.
Yet, I had to agree, this was closest I'd come so far. "Okay, thanks Dad." I gave him a hug which ended quickly when there was a large bang and the sound of breaking glass from by the staircase. Both of us ran to the bottom of the stairs where my dad practically exploded.
"Maxwell Robert and Benjamin Frank!" He screamed. You see Max and Ben are my two younger brothers, six year old twins to be specific, and they are much like the Weasley twins from Harry Potter, aside from the fact that they are not magical.
"Oh, hey Daddy!" Ben said, standing up and getting out of a plastic storage bin. Max then stepped out too, and both were wearing helmets, kneepads, elbow pads, and shorts, nothing else, just that.
"What do you guys think you were doing?" Our dad said, and they looked at each other and grinned.
"You see, it's the middle of summer, but we wanted to go sledding, so we improvised." Max explained.
"Guys," my dad sighed, "you're doing it wrong, here give me." He held out his hand the twins smiles' widened as he took the plastic container and went back up the stairs. He stood at the top, placed the bin on the top step, stepped inside, and flew down the stairs, he was met by us cheering at the bottom.
"Woo! Go Dad!" I yelled.
At the bottom of the stairs he got out and looked at me, "Your turn Alex."
"Hm…" I said, thinking. "Not really my style...but I'll be right back." I said as I raced upstairs went into my room, I grabbed my skateboard, my old one, and went back out to the top of the steps.
"Alex, you can't ride a skateboard down stairs…" My dad's voice trailed off.
"Anything's possible." I said. "But I'm choosing not to take the risk." Instead of going down the steps I went to the end of our hallway and got on my skateboard where I started riding. I went all the way down the hall and then down the stairs, or the railing to be more specific. I won't lie, it felt pretty amazing, and it was pretty awesome, because I'm just that cool. Not really.
My dad gave me a high five, he was so not the typical dad, and my brothers couldn't get over how cool it was, although they're only six, they aren't that hard to amaze.
That night, a thunderstorm hit, nothing major, just a regular ole' thunderstorm. It's not like in those stupid movies where a big weird storm hits and then during the night some weird creature comes to life, though something strange did happen the next day, but it was not a result of the storm.