She Can't Be Your Mate novel Chapter 1

~Devina's POV~

I awoke to the distinctive smell of pancakes and my favorite syrup, pecan. A huge grin settled on my face as I tore back my comforter. As I stood up, I overheard my mom humming a casual melody. Snickering, I walked over to my dresser and peeked inside Mr. Freddles' fishbowl, and grinned when he swam in a circle to greet me. Last summer, I spent hours teaching him whatever silly tricks I could. I had a lot of spare time.

"Hey, Mr. Freddles. How are you doing?" I'm not crazy, I swear. He turned around in a brief circle again and I reached over to feed him a few flakes of fish food. "There you go, buddy. I'll see you later." I stepped out of my room and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. My mom was flipping a pancake mid-air when she whirled around to greet me.

"Morning sweet pea!" She chirped. My eyes widened as they focused on the pancake slowly falling to the floor.

"Noooo!" I yelled and tried to dive for the unfortunate pancake, but it was too late. I'm not obsessed with food like most sixteen year girls, however, I love pancakes. I landed on the floor with a thud and frowned when I saw the pancake just inches away from my body.

"Five-second rule." My mom quickly responded and reached down to pick up the pancake, grabbing my hand and pulling me up at the same time.

Once my mom was done making a delicious breakfast, we both sat down at the cluttered kitchen table to eat.

"Hey baby, I was thinking tonight we could go watch a movie. You know like when you were a little girl we would go to the movie theater every Friday night?" She giggled as she thought of the past and I curtly nodded.

"Yeah sure." I smiled and shoved a forkful of pancakes into my mouth. I pulled out my phone and my eyes bulged as I read the time. "But I'm going to be late for school. Can you take me today? I don't think I can get there in time if I walk."

"Of course sweet pea." She smiled and grabbed her car keys.

Then I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm, pulling me out of my dream. It's not just a nice tone to wake up, no, it's a siren with a male voice screeching to wake up. Usually, it works and I wake up and turn it off, other times it does its job a little too well and I believe there's an intruder in my room. Either way, I wake up.

I'm not a morning person.

I slowly started to peel back the covers but quickly pulled them back over my bare legs as soon as the cold air slapped them.

After a long pep talk, I stripped back the covers once again and ran to the shower, quickly turning it on. When I was done getting ready for school, I looked in the mirror once more and sighed, something felt wrong today.

"Hello?" I shouted as I walked out of the bathroom. "Anyone home?" I tried it again. Nothing. "Just another day in the Stavros residence." I laughed and walked back to my room then pulled open one of the drawers to my dresser. It was almost March, but the weather in Washington was still a little chilly.