The Unknown

*Mason above*

Mason's POV

I knew that it would NOT be long until I met my mate. I already know that she will be the most beautiful being, that I have ever seen in my entire 18 years of existence.

I just have to wait...

Elle's POV

*Beep Beep* *Beep Beep* *Beep Bee-* I swiftly threw my slipper, that lie by my bed, at the obnoxiously loud alarm clock and was about to lie back down in my comfy mess of a numerus number of pillows, blankets, duvets and plush toys which I call my bed. That was until I heard the satan's call. My mother. Isabella Crass. The sweet looking woman in her late 30's which is 'sweet' until you do something wrong or something that she does NOT appreciate.

'ELLENE CRASS!' screached mum, with anger evident in her screams, 'GET YOUR LAZY BUTT OUT OF THAT MESS AND GET DOWN HERE!'

Joy. I looked at the alarm clock, which was on the wooden floor after the ambush of my pink, fluffy slipper, it read 9:46am...9:46am! I was late for school! This is the going to be the 3rd time... This week... I need to get in the shower, do my make-up, hair, get dre-.

'ELLE! GET DOWN HERE!' I heared the loud screech of my mothers voice interrupting my train of thoughts

What would she want from me? Is she going to lecture me again about resposibilities and to be more like Marcey? If so, no thank you. I lazily dragged my feet and body out of bed and slugged downstairs into the small, wooden kitchen, where as expected my mother and dad were sitting waiting for my arrival. Oh, don't I feel special?

I looked my parents up and down and decided that while I was down here I could just eat my breakfast straight away. I could tick that one thing off of my mental checklist. Hey, I was late anyway. I slowly grabbed a green bowl from the oak cabinet and gathered the milk and honey loops. I was busy getting the cereal ready until my mum interruped again saying,

'Elle, can't you just sit the hell down so that I, and your father, can talk to you about why you are down here this late in the morning? Aren't you curious why we have got you down here?' asked my mum persistantly.

I looked at my mother confused and grabbed my ready bowl of honey loops and sat at oak table next to my father, who still hadn't said a word, and as far away from the satan.

'Okay, what?' my mum gave me a disaproving look 'Sorry. Would you like anything mother and father, dearest?' I said with sarcasm lacing my words. Mum just shook her head and I caught dad covering his mouth, probably to stop himself from laughing out loud and annoying my mum to the end of her patience.

'Well, Elle, me and your mother would like to inform you about something...' Dad spoke for the first time this morning, and sipped his coffee, I presume, while looking at Isabela.

'Yes, yes, we do.' Mum cried, her facial expression and voice changing, suddenly, into more excited ones.

Staright away I was alarmed. What in the world was going on? I looked at both of my parents; my face probably showing all of the worry and confusion that I was feeling.

"We're moving.' They both shouted.

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