Run **unedited**

Chapter 1

Finally! The last day of my senior year! After thirteen years of dealing with school bullshit, it is finally over! We had the graduation ceremony two days ago and now its time to clean out our lockers and say goodbye to all of our teachers, even though i dont see the point in it. I mean it's not like we can really leave the reservation to go out into the world, we all go to the same stores and frequent the same hang out spots, so it's not like im gonna be able to avoid seeing Mr. Carr my stupid ass bio teacher at the diner on friday nights.

I sighed and started weaving around clusters of my classmates, everyone talking about how excited they are to finally be done, to go out into the world and find their mates, which dont even get me started on how disgusting that is. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned the volume up louder on my music, trying my best to drowned out the incessant drone of everyones voices.

I mean, honestly, we can't leave the rez without special permission, which only ever happens when you turn eighteen and you don't find your mate on your own rez. What is the point of dreaming of leaving and being able to go to college at some ivy league school in person if it is never gonna happen?

I finally managed to get to my locker and sighed, bracing myself for the nightmare i knew was awaiting me inside. Just as i knew would happen as soon as i opened the door the usual cascade of papers fell out and onto the floor, and an odd odor drifted out, that i have no clue what the cause is. Groaning out loud, very dramatically by the way, i turned around and started searching for one of the many garbage cans that i knew were littering the hallway. I finally found one beside hannah madow as she tried and failed to flirt with zach stephens as always. I walked over and grabbed the trash can, without either of them noticing, and rolled it over to my locker.

With yet another exagurated groan i bent down and started cleaning up the papers that had fallen out and onto the floor just as NF's clouds started blasting through my headphones.

I started sifting through all of the papers, occasionally finding one of my personal books or textbooks crammed inside my locker and stacking them on the floor at my feet. All of my school papers went immediately in the trash, i really only cared about saving my best friend jane's drawings. Jane is a serious perfectionist, which honestly like all artsy people are, but every time she messes up a drawing she tends to just shove it at me, knowing i will dig it out of the trash to save anyways. I always take her drawings and either glue them into a notebook or tack them up on my walls, proving to her that even her "mistakes" are amazing.

Shoved inside my immortals anatomy text book i found what has to be one of my absolute favorite drawings jane has done. It's a caricature she drew at lunch one day while we watched Andy karis and jasper miller get into one of their testosterone fueled screaming matches. In the drawing both boys are still arguing, smoke coming out of the ears on their giant heads, stink lines coming from the top of their heads and from the pile of shit both boys were standing in. a donkey stood just off to the side of the boys, tale raised in the air as if it is ready to add to the shit piles.

When jane drew it neither of us could stop laughing at how ridiculous the future alpha and clan leader were being. Seriously, i'm pretty sure the argument started over one of them looking in the others direction or something stupid like that. Those two were always at each others throats and honestly it is the most annoying and cliche thing on the planet that they are. Andy is going to be taking over his fathers place as head of the rez vampire coven in two months, and jasper will be taking over his fathers spot as alpha of the werewolf pack as soon as he finds his mate, so of course they hate each other. Every chance they get those idiots are at each others throats trying to start a war.

I let out a chuckle at the drawing and stuck it in the keep pile on the floor at my feet before reaching back in to tackle the next stack of papers. God, why do i do this every single year? I mean seriously, i know whats gonna happen, i know that if i dont take shit home my locker will end up a biohazardous wasteland, yet every year i dont take shit home or keep on top of keeping it clean and this happens.