I am a 17.
Girl.
Temperamental.
I have a 14 year old brother.
Extremely protective of my brother.
We're moving and it'll just be us two.
I am small, strong, fast, fatal.
I will break you if you get in my way.
I wear and eye patch.
I hate it.
I have two differently colored eyes.
I dislike people.
Still hate the eyepatch.
I wonder if the new school will need my Wolf title to protect my little brother?
Shall we find out?
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Part 1 Getting Going
I bite my lip as rinse my busted knuckles. I watch the tap water from the sink swirl down the drain tinged red. I had gotten into a fight with a group of idiot boys from the school. They were discrediting my title as Wolf in the streets, hadn't believed I was one; a girl and two; a high schooler. I swear teenage boys these days are too big for their $200+ sneakers.
I glance in the mirror and click my tongue in irritation, my left cheekbone was purpling and my right cheek had a lovely scratch. Seraph will scold me again, I grin, it will be absolutely adorable. . . Maybe he'll demand to know who it was again? I smile broader and wince, the scratch started to bleed again, I blotted the blood away and fastened my wretched eyepatch over my left eye once more.Yes eyepatch, my left eye is perfectly fine, I have aboveaverage sight in both eyes thank you. It's the colors, yes colors, of my eyes. My right is ice-blue with brown-bronze starring my left gold with the same brown-bronze starring. It tends to freak people out when they look at me straight in my face without the patch. So along the lines of describing myself I'm 4'8" in height and 101 in weight, almost-flat-as-a-board bust and honey-brown hair with (natural) black streaks. My name is Souran Wulf. Don't even get me started on my title, I know, I know, I didn't choose it, people just started calling me Wolf.
One more thing; I'm strong and when I say I'm strong I mean Hulk strong, just I'm not green, or huge, I just have the strength on call.
Like an elephantand it's trunk, it can rip through trees like its nothing yet pick up a paper clip just as easily. I don't have friends, I don't see friendships as a necessary thing, they're just things that I don't have luck with.
Either way the rep I've worked so hard on that kept most of the creeps, busybodies, and outsiders. . . out will follow my blood, down the drain. I'm moving whatever movers didn't take to the house, leaving just the overnight bags. They took mostly clothing to the new house today and we'll be picking up school back up by Friday. I'm a good girl I set up our new schooling at our new house early so we don't get stuck waiting 2+ weeks to get added into their system. My widowed (or ditched- she never actually told me) mom has found herself a perfect husband I'm happy, that she's found someone that will take care of us, mostly her, and not just take the money and leave.
I won't have to worry about fitting into his family lifestyle. He's gone and bought us somewhere else for me and my brother tolive. Hey it's a furnished house with a decent security system and not located in the slums.I'll take it.
My little brother, his name is Seraph, and will be starting his freshman year this year, I'm a junior so I'll be able to help him out in school. Seraph's a smart kid, a good kid, but he's easily provoked. *cough* wonder where he gets that from?
Anyway I'll just play really frigging scary older sibling to help keep idiots in line so he has a semi-peaceful high school life. So with that in mind I ditch and text him I'll be picking him up early. The cell phones, I am relieved to say, I no longer have to pay for.
They were a 'keep on and the sound on in case of emergency' seriously.
It was hard at first to let Dale, my new 'dad' pay for them after I'd gone through and gotten three extra jobs to buy and upkeep their bills.
Seraph throws his bag in the backseat and hops in the passenger side ready to get rolling, more so it seemed, than I.
"Your face is purple on one side and scratched to hell on the other." he states scoldingly. I wince, he noticed.
"They ticked me off and they wanted to play with the Wolf, not my fault they ended up the way they did. One of them did however have a switch blade so they really deserved it." I say keeping my eyes on the road. "And I didn't break anything, they just won't be moving for awhile." Seraph snorted at that and I pulled up to the curb in front of our slum- ransacked house.
Seriously, they just do it for kicks these days I mean there's nothing for them to take!
"I'll kinda miss this place you know?" Seraph says pulling his duffle and blanket out of the apartment and tossed them into the back of my car.
"I wont, too many times there were rats in the pantry and jerks trying to steal our stuff." I grumble and throw my stuff in after his. My phone dings and I find it's directions to our new place from Dale. He's sent them four times already over the last week. We set out and stopped by a fast food place called Krystal for dinner, then it was back on the road again. "Hey, you promised me a cat some while ago." Seraph says peeking at me and I laugh.
"Yeah, when you were five, but I suppose we could get a cat." I say and he brightens.
"Thanks sis." he says clasping his hands in his lap, content.
"No prob, lil' bro." I say and vigorously ruffle his hair at a stop light. "You need a hair cut." I tell him and he 'hmphs' in reply.
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The drive was four hours, a good twenty minutes of it was spent on a private driveway. The house we arrived at was a sizable two story cottage and had an attached garage.
We explored it some before the movers showed up with our other things. We only got as far as the marble floored, and pillar entrance room and the lush, and comfortable living room though and the place was surprisingly practical but still oozed wealth. They left our stuff in the drive way and drove off. I brought it all in so it didn't get taken and we explored the rest of the house.
In the kitchen there was a note and credit card. The note said:
