Howl [Being Edited]

Chapter 1

If someone told you that one of the people you detested most would be your savior in the future you would laugh at them, wouldn't you? I would too, had someone actually said that to me. 

I was sixteen at the time, a junior in high school with fairly high grades and a bright future. I lived in Canada in the beautiful secluded suburbs of British Columbia that had me living halfway into a forest.  I had lived in B.C my whole life, constantly staring and fearing what the forest contained, wolves. I had a run in with the wolves when I was very young and I haven't been able to get over the fear since. It was autumn, my birthday would've been coming up in October and I was about to turn four. My father left me outside alone for a moment in the backyard so he could grab a rake from the garage. My mother was watching from the window, I don't remember much of anything of that afternoon but my parents told me that they had heard a howl and my mother saw a pack of wolves coming up through the backyard. According to her there was nothing she could do to protect me on her own so she ran to grab my father's shot gun. While I was being slowly stalked by a pack of wolves my parents were rushing around trying to load the gun and make it to the backyard. By the time my parents had made it around to come to my rescue I had been pinned by one of the wolves he was snarling in my face when my father shot and killed him leaving me crying and screaming with a bleeding, dead wolf on top of me. If that isn't traumatic I don't know what is. 

Anyways back to me today. I'm alive and well, I suffered no injury from the wolf attack but people tell me i'm lucky, wolves don't usually attack people unless they're starving. The town's police agreed that hopefully they would all starve to death because of the lack of deer this year and they commissioned every one who backed onto the forest to keep out of their backyards for a while. People at my school still refer to me as "the girl who was attacked by wolves" especially if they don't know my name. It gets on my nerve quite a lot because it attracts unwanted attention. Other than the wolf attack I was a pretty normal girl, normal brown hair, normal blue eyes, normal average. There was nothing different about me. 

On the morning of December 15th I had woken up feeling nauseated, I took some medication to ease the nausea and then proceeded to school because I couldn't miss another Chemistry class. Thankful for the toonie I had in my pocket to take the bus to school I hopped on and departed for school at 8:30 am as usual. When I arrived my medication had kicked in and I was feeling a little better, I decided to pass it off as the beginnings of the 24 hour flu or a cold. I opened my locker spinning the dial in my right hand: 18-53-30. I swung the painted red door open and placed my back pack on the floor in front of me emptying my unneeded binders and textbooks replacing them with this mornings subjects. I looked to my right to see Luke at his locker only three from mine he looked at me and winked without taking the earphones out of his ears. I rolled my eyes and continued shoving books into my bag. Luke and I had history, not a lengthy one but enough to make my insides churn with humiliation whenever I saw him. 

We had met in the ninth grade like how everyone else meets their new high school friends. It was English class on one of the first days of school and he had walked in late on the third day of grade ten. He caught my eye immediately he was gorgeous, I wouldn't have been surprised if he didn't already have a girlfriend. He could have had any girl in the room. His blond hair and blue eyes were very pleasing to look at, I couldn't keep my eyes off him and neither could a lot of girls in the room. There was only one problem, he registered to me in my mind as a player. He noticed all these girls staring at him and he didn't feel shy at all to smile at us all. The teacher took the note and told him to find an empty seat. He sat right behind me, a deadly mistake for me. Of course our first conversation wasn't even a conversation at all but apparently my response lead him to believe that I was friendly. He had asked me for a pen and I indulged his poor habit. That was the start of our relationship. I don't think he ever picked me out of the sea of girls, I think I was just one of the many mislead by his charms. I thought I was special, I was wrong. Sure, he paid me the most attention in our English class but he picked different girls in different classes. I didn't know that at the time. After school we would talk on facebook about anything and everything. We knew a lot about each other and he knew all my secrets. In English I abandoned my friends to help him with projects and essays, I don't think my friends will ever forgive me for being so naive. One day when we were talking after school on facebook like always we breached the subject of our futures and what we wanted to do after high school. He had said he wanted to bum it out in the mountains and live in a small apartment, I smiled at that. I could see him out in the wilderness, he belonged there. He then asked me what I had wanted to do and I admitted to him that I still didn't know. He suggested that I come with him. It had stopped me short for a minute, before I responded that I would definitely keep it as an option. I don't know if that answer was satisfactory for him. That summer he spent most of it in Alberta and we didn't keep much in contact. The next year, grade ten we didn't have any classes together and all contact stopped. I suffered a bit of with drawl from this and was very put off that our friendship had ended. Perhaps I held it against him too harshly I stopped returning his smiles in the hallway and avoided him at all costs. Needless to say our relationship had gone nowhere past friends. Now that he was in my homeroom I could only pray he wasn't going to try to talk to me again. 

I stood up from my locker and could only see black, I shook my head until my vision came back into focus. Luke was standing beside me.

"Go home Kyla, you're burning up with a fever and you almost passed out." His hand was on my arm. He grabbed my jacket and took off my back pack. People were staring at us but I could barely focus on anything. He steadied me long enough to throw my back pack in my locker and when I started to slip again he held me up. He locked my locker and helped me to the front doors of the school. If I hadn't felt so sick I would've wondered how odd the two of us looked walking like this through the school. 

"Why are you helping me?" I asked him through panted breaths. 

He ignored me and continued walking right past the office. His friend Tyler walked down the hall towards us and gave Luke a puzzled look. 

"What's going on?" 

"Nothing she passed out I'm taking her to the office." He replied simply. 

Tyler didn't question it and he kept walking to class. We exited through the front doors and towards the parking lot he unlocked his truck and helped me into the passenger seat. I felt like I was going to die. He hopped in the drivers side of the cab and reached across me to buckle my seat belt. 

"Wow you are really taking this hard." He said,

"I think I'm going to throw up." I said resting my head on the side door.

"If you do, out the window please." 

He started to drive and my heart lept into my stomach. I groaned in pain. 

"Where are you taking me?" I asked struggling to remain conscious.

"Home." He said. 

He continued to drive and I fell asleep even though the ride home was a short one.