Werewolf Territory

Chapter 1:

I sat on my bed scanning the long paragraphs that appeared on my laptop screen. Getting ready for school was hard, especially when it came to doing last minute homework. I could hear Lena and Jo fighting from all the way upstairs, they fought frequently so them having a screaming match at 1 in the morning was no surprise.

I shut my laptop and plugged my headphones into my phone and blasted 21 Pilots so loud it could make your ears bleed. Tomorrow was the first day back and I definitely was not looking forward to it. I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.

I was awakened at the sound of my alarm clock beeping and Lena yelling at my foster brother Josh to get out of bed. Being a foster kid is hard, I always get placed in the worst homes, and always end up having parents that fight all the time. I slipped the comforter off me and pulled myself out of bed. I rolled down my pant legs once my legs were exposed to the cold air.

I opened my bedroom door and strolled down the word paneled hallway leading to the pig stye of a kitchen. I grabbed a granola bar from the cabinet and sat down at the table. I slowly picked off pieces of the bar and ate them. All I could hear was Lena and Josh having an argument upstairs, Lena was probably hungover and Josh well he's 20 and still lives at home, once I am 18 I'm out of here.

"Anna!" Lena screamed from upstairs. "Get your worthless butt out of bed!"

"I'm downstairs Lena!" I yelled in response.

She slowly trudged down the stairs, she was definitely drunk or hungover. When she has alcohol she gets really irritable and will be until she sobers up. I passed by her to talk up the stairs when she grabs a hold of my arm. I trie to break free but there was no use. I felt her hand make contact with my face while she yelled in my ear.

"You need to learn to respect me Annabella!" She yelled while shoving my into the wall.

A tear escaped my eye as I ran back to my room and locked the door. I stepped toward my vanity and sat down in the stool that sat in front of it. I studied the bruise on my cheek and attempted to cover it up with some concealer, the bruise was still visible but didn't look as if I just got it. I cleaned the blood from my split lip and applied some eyeshadow and eye liner.

I parted my black hair to the left and brushed it out. My hair was naturally straight so I never really did anything with it. I got up from my stool and walked over to my dresser. I pulled out pair of black skinny jeans and my favorite red tank top. I slipped into my outfit and grabbed my black motorcycle jacket and slipped that on as well. I walked to the door and grabbed my navy studded back pack and my favorite pair of sneakers.

I slipped on my shoes and headed down the hall. I plugged in my headphones as I walked past Lena and yelled that I was leaving. I pulled up my hood as I walked down the street to the high school. Stevenson Adams High School, otherwise known as Hell. Everyone says high school is the greatest four years of your life, its not, high school sucks. I walked up the long sidewalk to the double doors that were flooded with people. The school reeked of fancy perfumes and overpowering body sprays, sometimes my heightened sense of smell bites.

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Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I will probably update later:)

~Rachel