Clair Moore has always had trouble saying no. So when her best friends go body hunting in the woods, of course she agreed to tag along. This one action causes a massive change in one of her friend's lives, and she is all but thrown into the hidden w...
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Nights like these happened more often than not. It wasn't unusual that Clair Moore would find herself completely alone, her only company being that of her vacant house and overactive mind.
Clair's mother was always away at some job, working her way across the world while her daughter had to stay behind. "School is important," Isadora Moore would say, just before she left again.
Then, there was her father. He had been out of the picture since Clair was a kid, there were no pictures of him anywhere, and her mother never talked about him. The only evidence she had of her father's existence was an old, broken, watch that she was almost certain belonged to him.
Clair looked out the window above her bed, eating muffins the teen had made minutes prior, even if it was the middle of the night. The gentle smell of lavender and vanilla drifted through the air -due to the candles she had lit. One good thing about having no one else around... no one could tell her what to do. She lived the way she wanted...even if all Clair Moore really wanted, was something permanent.
She gazed at the vast forests that encapsulated Beacon Hill's, stretching far and wide, till it all just faded into a shadowy blur. The moon was high, basking her clustered room in the gentle glow of moonlight.
