My Rogue Mate

(Nellie)

"Can you stop that already"

"What?"

"That… quit it now or else… I'll rip you apart!"I growled, turning around angrily, anyone would think I was talking to a human being. Unfortunately, that wasn't it. I was talking to my inner self, it was weird but I could hold a heated conversation with her, I called her Angela. "Even Fe doesn't like it"my inner self scolded and I sensed a hint of mockery in her tone, glancing down it was my pet ferret tugging at my feet

"No now Fe… I'm late for school" I said shoving my ferret away

Ahh! This was causing me anxiety, dad already called me like a thousand times to get ready, unfortunately, I couldn't decide what to wear

"Sexy or hot"

"Cute and bubbly"

"Lame and nerdy"

My inner self and I debated on the various outfits I placed on the bed to choose from

"Red and blue, eww Nellie… wear jeans and a crop shirt"my inner self mocked when I picked up a red skirt and a blue blouse.

"It's not a fashion show dummy… plus I'd rather not draw attention to myself"I scoffed and picked something else. My inner self had crazy ideas when it came to fashion. I was different. I liked hiding my skin not exposing my skin

"That doesn't look good… it's your first day" Angela scoffed and I ignored her. Ferret on the other hand was busy trying to get my attention by clawing at the long skirt I was wearing

"Shoo… go away Fe," I said, kicking him away. He was so annoying. Sometimes I just wished dad never rescued him from the animal control a few blocks away. Unfortunately, dad was like superman

I shifted around and ended up standing in front of the mirror. Looking at my reflection, maybe Angela was right, the black long skirt didn't go well with my dress shirt

Curse my sense of fashion!

However, I was trying everything I could to keep this low profile

"Nellie honey! Three more minutes!"I heard my dad shouting from downstairs and I was screwed

"Damn it… is the hair alright, "I asked, not sure if to let my hair down or tie it in a ponytail. Angela was doing nothing to help me.

Soon I packed my books and calculator in my blue backpack and rushed out of my room

"Dad… I'm so sorry. I thought"I said running down the few stairs "dad…"I called out when I reached the living room..our house was small with just two bedrooms on the upper case. A small living room with just a sizable bookshelf and a fireplace. There was no dining room, just a small kitchen where dad did all his cooking with me. Truth be told, I sucked at cooking

There was an attic and a basement. Dark and creepy

"Dad.. this isn't funny, where are you?"I shouted when I searched the living room and kitchen unfortunately he wasn't there.

The old man was strange..he kept on yelling my name non-stop but when I get downstairs, he wasn't there

"Gotcha!" he yelled from behind creeping me out that I nearly fell from fright only to be engulfed in his arms