Scared of Wolves

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Chapter One

            I woke up to the sound of an annoying ring projecting from my phone. I grumbled and turned off the alarm that was flashing the numbers 6:15 am. Sitting up and stretching, I let out a large yawn. I stayed up late doing my homework till 2:00 am.

            I got up and looked around for clothes. I ended up with a pair of red jean shorts, a purple Paramore tee shirt, and my usual mint green shoes. Of course, I wore my usual bracelets: on my left wrist was a simple tightly wound cloth that had a metal emblem that said 'Brave' in cursive.

I walked to my bathroom and brushed my teeth. After washing my face and brushing my deep, dark, red, and wavy red hair that went to my elbows, I put on my usual top and bottom eyeliner with mascara. I checked the time on my phone, 6:40, enough time to eat.

I grabbed my Spiderman backpack and jogged down stairs to the kitchen. What I found was my hung-over mother, drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette. I set my back pack down by the entrance hall.

"Good morning, Mum," I greeted with fake happiness and smile. Her response was a curt nod, then she walked out to her bedroom. I rolled my eyes and quickly made scrambled eggs with toast. I set out two plates and two glasses of orange juice. I went back up the stairs to my eight year old sister, Rory's, room. I opened the door quietly to find her dressed and ready as she drew at her small table.

"Hey, Pup," I cooed kindly to her. She turned with a grin and got up, running to me. I picked her up and set her on my hip.  

"Morning, Lyric," She said in the cutest voice. I kissed her cheek and walked us down stairs. I sat her down on the stool across from mine to let her eat. I watched her with admiration as we ate. I basically raised my little sister. Our mother was an alcoholic that we rarely saw and our fathers were a part of her many one night stands. Rory was my half sister but I loved her more than anything. She was beautiful with medium brown hair and deep blue eyes. I had bright green eyes and the only thing we had in common was our nose and lips.

When we finished eating, I cleaned up the dishes and we walked out to my car. Well, it was an old-fashioned VW red van. My friends liked to call it the Twinkie or Hippy-Van. Rory hopped into the back as I started the engine. As I drove down our quiet street, I turned on the stereo to The Beatles White Album. I knew I could be a total hippy but at least I was clean!

I stopped in front of the Brooks Elementary School and turned to Rory to give her a kiss on the forehead.

"Okay, pup. Have a good day at school, eat your lunch, and stay safe," I gently scolded. She kissed my cheek with a smile.

"I know, sis. I will, don't worry," She stated and rolled her eyes, sick of how often I said this to her. She was too smart for her own good. We said our goodbyes and I began my drive to Brooks High School. When I parked it was 7:20, a half hour till school starts. I locked up the van and put my backpack on my shoulders. I walked into the building to my locker. I only had one friend, her and her boyfriend too. I was quiet in school, no one bothered to talk to me, so I don't talk to them. Secretly, I can be very loud when with my best friend though.

I got to my locker and switched out all the right supplies. I had only four classes: English, Government, Ceramics, and then Library assistant. When I closed my locker, I saw my best friend, Jessie walking up to me with her blue Hollister bag slung over her left shoulder. She wore a pink flowing top, skinny jeans, and blue Toms. Her short dark brown hair bounced as she walked and her light brown eyes lit up with her smile. I smiled back at her and leaned against my locker.

"Hi there, Red," She greeted me, "Happy Hump Day," She giggled. She called me Red because of my hair ever since I met her four years ago. I groaned.