Heartbroken Orphan Werewolf Girl

Chapter One - Orphan

The bright moonlight of the full moon entered into my bedroom through the cracks in my curtains.

It must've been 3am that Saturday and I still couldn't sleep.

I lay on my bed twirling my long straight blonde hair with my fingers, looking at each section of my room that was lit up, trying to distract myself from the memories that were always in the corner of my mind.

Two years ago when I was 15, my home was broken into by a rival pack. Six huge gray wolves destroyed my childhood home and murdered my mother and father right outside my bedroom.

I hid under my bed while the roaring, ripping, screaming and loud thuds of bodies and animals played on. The moonlight also bled into my room, shining on the wooden floor and reminded me that the horror was real.

My mother and father were amazing parents. They spoiled me, their only child and daughter with anything and everything my heart desired. I had the world with them. They were also amazing people. No one could believe that someone could hate them so much to take away their lives.

Once again I had let the memories of my parents' murders play in my mind. Once again I was filled with sadness and rage that someone had hurt my parents and taken them from me- that I would never see them again.

The chirping of the birds outside awoke me from my daze. It was time to get up and get ready for school.

Rolling out of bed, I slowly walked into my bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, I brushed my shoulder length brown hair to frame my face, thinking about the terrible day I would have at school.

After my parents died I moved away to live with some extended family. It had been hard making friends as the new girl half way through high school.

Everyone seemed to know what had happened to my parents. No one wanted to talk to me about it. No one wanted to risk offending me, so everyone just stayed away. I had not a single friend in the entire school, let alone the entire state.

I brushed my teeth and while staring at my dark brown eyes in the mirror, I thought about how much I looked like my mother.

My mother was a blonde, blue-eyed bombshell who took great care of herself. She was very intelligent and independent and raised me and my three siblings as a single mother. I hope one day to be like her and make her proud.

Snapping myself out of my trance I quickly prepared myself for school. Another day, another week of school. Another reminder that I still had my life, unlike my parents.

I slowly walked down the stairs, backpack in hand, trying to mentally prepare myself for the day ahead. There was no one I was looking forward to see in my life, let alone at school.

"Good morning sweetie." A deep voice said as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

I looked up to see my father in the corner of the kitchen. "Make yourself some breakfast before the bus comes."

Quickly entering the kitchen, I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. My dad gave me a kiss on the forehead.

The doorbell rang while I was preparing my lunch box and my dad opened the door for my best friend Bethica.

Bethica and I had been friends for almost 19 years. She had always been there for me. She lived only a few minutes away so we were always together. Her family had taken care of me when my parents died while everything was being finalised.

"Marybethbethbeth, Bethica is here." My dad yelled.

I excitedly skipped to the front door and began my journey to school with my best friend.

"How was your sleep?" Bethica asked me.

"Terrible. I just kept thinking about the night of the murders." I replied back, kicking a rock on the sidewalk.

"Which murders?" She questioned with an innocent face.

Before I could answer, our school bus pulled up to pick us up and take us to school.

"Good morning Marybethbethbeth." Phil, our bus driver says.

"Good morning Dave." I excitedly said as Bethica and I walked through the bus.

"Hey Marybethbethbeth." Someone says as we walk past.

"Marybethbethbeth! I love your handbag." Another yells and waves.

Bethica turns to me and says "Wow! Everyone knows who you are. It must be so great being popular."

I smiled back at her. Little did she know that being so popular wasn't so great. I didn't know who everyone was- even though we had gone to school together for years. It was tiring, and yet even though so many people were there for me I was still so lonely.

Nothing, and no one could replace or come close to the love and warmth of my parents.