I wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside. I yawn and change into normal clothes for the day. Something comfortable.

I brush my teeth and hair and wash my face. I look in the mirror and sigh, if only Peter was here to share this morning with.

I walk out of my room to the kitchen and pull out my favorite! Grapes and cream cheese. I happily eat until I see Peter walk in.

"Oh! Hi (y/n)." Peter greets a small smile plastered on his face. I feel my anger bubble up at the sight of him.

"Morning bitch." I say popping some grapes in my mouth.

"Can you stop saying that? Please?" He begs.

"No. Not until I get bored of being angry."

"I'll do anything for you to forgive me. These past weeks have been torture to me. I truly love you dearest." He pleads.

"Should have thought about that when you were making out with Walker." I sneer.

"Can you not jump down each other's throats? There are bigger fish to fry." Dad says tossing a price of paper on the table. I pick it up and read it.

You refused our request. Now we are at war. Your best soldiers cannot best us. Your strongest minds can't resist us. The half-bait must be destroyed in order for us to survive.

Meet you with war.

"FREAKING LINE! THAT LITTLE GUPPY! CALLING ME A HALF-BAIT!?!" I roar throwing the paper aggressively onto the table.

"You know who wrote that?" Dad asks.

"Yeah. My cousin Line.  This is probably because just after I met this bitch, she asked to meet up with me to discuss stuff and I didn't show up." I explain angrily.