Skinwalkers

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE: Blood Moon                                      Savannah's POV

Kim leans against the locker beside mine, rambling on about her extraordinary idea of how my eighteenth birthday party should be carried out. I was intrigued to hear her thoughts about it at first, but pretty much tuned her out once she got to the part about male strippers dressed as fire men. A skill I've forced myself to learn a week after I met Kim, tuning her out. I don't consider it mean. All the girl seems to talk about is sex and parties these days, which isn't me at all. Kim is a good, innocent girl but has one wild imagination. Earlier this year she told everyone she lost her virginity to a "freaky" college boy who lives in the city. Yeah right! I'm the only one who knows that her story is false. But sometimes, it amazes me how she knows so much about night clubs, wild parties, and-for lack of a better word-freaky sex. The most night life entertainment we have here in Huguenot, New York, is house parties and the occasional beach party. Then there's the local pub, which is full of forty-year old pedophiles. Not really a hot spot.

I place my English text book and art supplies into my locker. That's unnecessary weight that I don't need to drag around for the rest of the day. I sigh. English and art are my favourite subjects. Having them at the beginning of the day-back to back- has it benefits but it also has it's disadvantages; One being that the rest of the day is a hell of a lot harder to get through. I shove my history and science text books in my book bag roughly.

"Savannah? Are you even listening to what I'm saying? These ideas are gold, I'm telling you, gold!" She flails her arms above her head for emphasis. Crap. What was she talking about earlier? I try to recall what we have been talking about during the past few minutes of my memory and come up short. Perhaps I'm better at tuning her out than I originally thought.

"Uh, those probe light things you showed me once on The Real World." Her big, round, blue eyes cut into narrow slits. Her over-glossed lips purse and her perfectly shaped brows draw in. Ah, a look I know all to well; It says, are you kidding me.

"No. I was actually talking about the cake. Wouldn't it be to die for if it were five feet tall?"

"Perhaps. But then how will you be able to see the top of it?" She crosses her arms over her petite frame.

"Ha, ha. Very funny miss Woodley. I'll have you know, I am five foot two."

"Ou, you're right. You're like a giant or something." I say with mock seriousness. I always enjoy teasing my best friend about her height. Who ever heard of a senior who could barely go on the "big girl" rides at amusement parks? Not many. She doesn't mind when I do it but when others do it, that's a different story. There's a whole lot of anger built up in that little body of hers. Even though Kim is abnormally short for a girl her age, her lively personality and beauty makes up for it. Kim hits my arm playfully.

"Ow!" I exclaim, rubbing my now red arm, "That hurt!"

"Yeah, well, it hurt when you were ignoring me, Savannah." I huff. Now it's my turn to give her the are-you-kidding-me look. She raises her brows and nods her head slowly twice. That's the I'm-waiting look.

"Kim, I appreciate all the thought you've put into this. But my birthday was almost a week ago. Don't you think it's a little too late to be throwing a party? Plus, I'm not really the partying type, which you already know. I'm more of a....wallflower. Save the crazy and elaborate get-together for another time."

"Even though I have no idea what a wallflower is, I guess you're right. As usual. No crazy, elaborate, totally awesome, get-together. But we've got to throw a party sometime before the year is over. We're seniors, It's what we do!"