My Mate is Different (Discontinued)

My Mate is Different

Heeeeey, so I promised myself I would never ever write a werewolf story, yet alone write one with 'Mate' in the title, but I couldn't help myself. I don't really like werewolves very much because Twilight kind of ruined it. Sorry Twilight fans! I mean no offense! My best friend made me promise never to write a werewolf story, but I did and when she found out she freaked and stole the paper from me to read it (I only had about a paragraph at that time). Not more than two seconds past before she was freaking out and making me write more. After getting a good page or two, I decided to put it on Wattpad! But anyways hopefully this story turns out okay. Oh and excuse grammer....loves <3

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It's been fourteen years since my parents died. I've been moved from foster home to foster home. No one would like to hear me waking up in the middle of the night, screaming. I couldn't help it. His eyes still haunt me, coming closer and closer to finish what he started. I pull my knees to my chest after another nightmare, tears run down my face and fall quietly onto the sheets. I wrap my arms around my legs trying to pull them even closer. Soft whimpers escape my lips trying not to cry out, I’ve learned to hold my tongue. And I don't think I could take yet another family, another 'home'. I nuzzle my face into my knees, the sun has to rise. I'll be safe when the sun comes up again.

Soon sunlight peeks through my closed curtains. I quickly pull them open, sighing in relief as I feel the warmth ghost over me. I sniff the air smelling waffles, yes, I love waffles! And I have to say, I’m pretty strong too. I giggle lightly as my little brother, Mark runs up to give me a hug. He is six and perfectly adorable! I pick him up and spin us both around making him giggle. He squeals as I raise him above my head, he is so cute. Mr. Stevens walks into the room and looks at me coldly. It's not like he hates me, it's just the fact that this is what he usually looks like (sometimes he can be scarier). I quickly put my little brother down right before Mrs. Stevens calls us to the kitchen for breakfast. I can't call Mrs. and Mr. Stevens mom and dad, I feel if I do I'll get attached. I can't get attached to people who might one day send me away to another family. I take the waffle and wave a good morning before walking back to my room. I would be late if I take any longer. I slip on tight jean shorts showing off my tan legs and a tighter black long sleeved shirt that reads 'UP YOURS' on it. After quickly shoving my feet in my black Nike's, I pull a brush through my hair, finish off my waffle and brush my teeth. I also put on a bit of eyeliner and lipstick. I pose in front of my full length mirror, I looked fat! Technically I am not fat, I was underweight, around 20 so pounds underweight. I shrug off my thoughts and grab my Linkin Park bag and sling one strap over my shoulder. Time for school. 

I don't have any friends, and I'm not worried about that nor am I sad. I like being alone, I never feel safe but I prefer solitude. Not to start anything but Public School is so much better, other than the drugs, sex, occasional racism, bullying. I guess typical schools would have that, but at public school you fend for yourself. While walking through the halls of Warren Public High school, I turn a corner and bump into the last person I want to bump into. The popular playboy, Caleb. My hands quickly fly up to my face in attempt to block any punches he might throw at me. He's nice to everyone else but me, I'm like his little punching bag. He doesn't care that I'm a girl and bruise easy, he just full on attacks me. Thankfully today he seems to be ein a good mood because he just keeps walking. Letting my arms rest at my sides, I scurry off to my first class.

I continue my trip to Chemistry, taking my seat in the back corner, out of everybody’s way. This school is the same as any other, we have our clique's. The popular kids and jocks, who take the back of the class. The wannabe's, who take the middle, emo's, front middle, and geeks, the front. Then there’s me, the loner, I do’t belong to any group. No, there aren't any other loners, everybody found a group. I tap my pencil quietly before catching the eyes of another senior, popular, playboy, and super sexy. His name is Jacob, Jacob Daley. He enrolled in school last year and he was instantly popular. I bite my lip nervously before turning my head, a burning sensation bubbling in my stomach. I can still feel his gaze on me, I shiver. I don't like his gaze, it feels familiar, it fells like HIS gaze. I instantly start to  shake, I try calming myself down before I start hyperventilating. Whenever I think of him, the Big Bad Wolf, my body loses control and I have a panic attack. It usually starts with hyperventilating then I just start shaking in pure fear. I hate when it happens at school like this, it's embarassing and I hate how people are judging me or giving me pity stares. Like the one my teacher is now giving me because she can see me start to hyperventilate. Before she can open her mouth to excuse me, I grab my bag and race out from the room. Sometimes it's nice that this happens, then I can skip class without getting yelled at. 

I run for the stairs, taking them two at a time, my body numb in fear already. I open the door to the roof before letting out a choked scream, fresh tears streaming from my eyes. I walk over and turn a small corner, letting my body fall to the ground. I press against the wall, hugging my knees close to me. I let my body shake uncontrollably as I see myself running through the forest.

 Stay away...stay away.

By the time I calm down I hear the third period bell, well at least I had a free period now so there's no point in leaving. I let my body relax, feeling the cool breeze brush against my body. I love the roof, no one comes up here so it's peaceful. I soon close my eyes planning on taking a nap so I can rest my red puffy eyes. My hopes are crushed, however, when the door slowly creeps open. I quickly shoot up, my body shaking again as I hide against the wall. From where I'm sitting, I can't see the door because of the wall behind my back. A woody mint smell fills my nose. I try to calm my breathing, why am I hiding again? Oh that's right, there's a complete stranger on the roof and I don't want to be disturbed. I hear footsteps coming closer to me.

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Hey!! So I hoped you liked the first chapter!! Again please do not mind the grammar mistakes!! Well that's all for now, hehehe! Loves <3