#Book 2 - The Alpha king's Luna Queen

I am in a class with a lot of strange faces that I don't recognize. This doesn't feel right. “Who is that?” I said to myself. I stretched my neck forward with eagerness.
I look up to the front of the class and to my amazement the person I find teaching us is a figure of a person that somewhat looks like my mum. “That’s mum, what is she doing in my class” .
She turned to look at me pointing her fingers at me and lectured me on how I am a disappointment to the family. I was so embarrassed from the attention she was bringing towards me.
This was so incomprehensible. Why was my mum my teacher and why was she trying to embarrass me infront of a lot of people.

I turned to the left side and I saw my dead dog sitting like a person. I asked this black German Shepherd what it was doing here . He responded saying “what do you mean James you called me here”.
I run out from my seat in confusion, then I find myself in the middle of the hallway, different faces looking at me, laughing and whispering to themselves as I fall with my pants down and me crawling away from the scene in shame and no one to shade me from the embarrassment.

The hallway was so long and endless with no exit. I find my way to the side of a locker. Squeezing myself to the corner of the walI. “ Stop laughing at me… stop laughing!”
my voice quiver into silence I asked myself when this seemingly endless nightmare will end. It seemed like everyone in the hallway was searching for me to ridicule me and make a joke out of me.

I found this black German Shepherd from my side to comfort me as she squeezed under my arms. Even as my mind is so immersed in fear I hold on to the dog and forget I initially ran away from it.'
I Desperately held tight to her because I feared the voices that were closer than before. I shot my eyes in fear as the pace of my heart increased. I hear the voices feel directly on my head saying, shouting, whispering “ you are a failure James… Put on your pants James….
Why are you so useless?... Are you sure you are a Hoodwink?” These voices seem like they are directly above my head with laughter ending each of the sentences.
I could only hope for a savior out of this madness. I felt hate for my weakness and my mind was filled with thoughts of self-pity and shame.

“Oh fuck it this dream again!” I said, waking up with my usual headaches and my clothes drenched in sweat. The usual result of me stressing the whole night about the next day. My eyes were glued to the ceiling of my room.
“Why was Jake in my dream This time?” . I wondered if it was because I have been feeling quite lonely lately. I am trying so hard to get my tired ass out of bed and start my day.
“It's my first day in college, damn!” I mumbled, with little strength in my voice. The thought that I have to make new friends terrified me. Now I am getting stressed thinking about it.
I will have to search the internet on “ Funny jokes you can use to start a conversation” and that made my heart sink in anxiety. My mother further adds to that anxiety by yelling from the ground floor.
“ James Hoodwink!... aren’t you ready for the day? You should be ready for college, “ she said, frowning while drowning my ears with the family’s expectations of me taking over my dad’s multi-billion dollar company in future . A song she sings to me whenever she gets the chance to. \

My mum was a nurse from a poor background where it was a struggle to afford college tuition and barely pay for the mortgage on her father’s house.
She got enough money to fund herself through nursing school from church donations and working two jobs every day of the week since she was 19 years old.
She did really have a sense of community in Englewood and the community did take care of her even though she was from a poor background. She got handed shoes and clothes and those she wore most of her childhood till she finally got a job to feed herself.
Her father was sickly and was plagued with diabetes and could not do so much to put food on the table for her when she was young. She was the breadwinner most of the time since her mom died at an early age.
This put so much pressure on her financially since there was no other parent to take up that role as a breadwinner. Life had not been so easy on her. She met my dad as his primary health caregiver.
He was a middle-aged widower who barely got a hold of his health, fell in love with a beautiful nurse who was half his age. Things started to change for the better for her. It was an instant switch from the life she was used to.
It was like Cinderella had met her prince she said whenever she told me her love story. Just from marrying my dad she had access to different pleasures of life that only money could get you.
She could order for any car she wanted. Access to a society of the biggest aristocratic parties, clubs, lands. She was respected everywhere she went.

Whenever we visited her church in Englewood. They gave her so much praise and respect. She took on most of the financial responsibilities for the church projects.
She always gossips with the other mothers on vacation and trips that we went for. Gloating every experience to her fans. Other mothers always compared their children to me.
“ Be like James” they say “ he goes to the best school in the state, You should be his friend, you might learn something new”. All the other kids hated me for this and always picked on me for this. “ fuck you James “ a kid said to me after church service “ you think you are so perfect “. Their mothers have to apologize constantly for their children’s harassment and this further added fire to the fuel.
While other children just wanted to kiss my ass so that they could get the chance to see my house and maybe get the chance to swim in my pool that was wider than most of their houses and also get the chance to play the latest video games or watch sports games in my dad's large home theater.
I was a superstar to those kids and every story I told them about every vacation or rich society activities, they were up defending every one of my words.
If I told them we took vacations on the moon. They wouldn't object to me. They would just shout in amazement and were usually jealous their parents could not give them such experiences.