Doesn't...? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

Doesn't…? Chp 1

Mackenzie’s POV

     I woke up in a cold sweat, groaning when I realized it was only another nightmare. I glanced over at my clock and glared at it when the bright green lights cheerfully screamed, "WAKE UP, its 5am!" Sometimes, I wondered if I was insane…

Getting out of bed was a challenge. I was half asleep and made my bed as best as I could. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a random outfit I hoped would match. After a quick shower, I changed, and I had to admit, it was a perfect match: a white blouse with a black vest and a short, dark denim skirt. I grabbed a striped tie and slipped on my combat boots. I brushed my dirty blonde hair over to the side, making sure my vibrant pink streak was visible. I grabbed my black eyeliner and eye shadow and applied them to perfection. Just for fun, and to leave an impression, I used the lipstick I had gotten for Christmas a few years back and made my lips a deep red.

Hopping down the stairs, I grabbed my phone off the charger and put on the black case and headphones. I slipped a few silver bangles on my wrists, just for flash. Poking my head up the stairs, I yelled, "Rose! Get your sleepy ass out of that bed!"

Not waiting for her reply, I opened the stainless steel door of the fridge and grabbed a can of coke, popped the lid and downed it in less than a minute. Sighing, I crushed the can and threw it in the garbage. I noticed a cup of hot chocolate that I must’ve left out last night and put that in the sink.  I plopped on the black couch and turned on our TV. As I listened to the news, I twitched when I realized they were talking about Justin Bieber. He might’ve been a great artist, but he never interested me. He sure won’t after what he’s gotten himself into. However, the story after caught my attention.

According to local police chief, there has been a chain of very similar maulings occurring in our area.

These attacks are no accident, he says.  The police force and myself are coming to the conclusion that either someone is keeping a large animal, resembling a large dog, and leading it to attack, or, a species of its own has evolved greatly and is making an appearance.

The chief says that these attacks have happened in various regions of Canada, a good number of states in America, and now they're happening here in Greenland. You heard it here on eyewitness news this morning.

I sighed and turned off the TV. The same news has been on in every state Rose and I had moved too… the same place, time, and conclusion. I looked up the stairs again, glaring.

"Rose Anguilla. Get your ass down here!"

Rose’s POV

I had been ignoring Mackenzie for the past fifteen minutes now, but I had to face the day eventually. "I'm up!" I moaned, not caring if she could hear me.  I tried rolling out of my bed, but ended up on the solid carpet, face first. Trudging to the connecting bathroom, I took a short shower using my Twilight Woods Body Gel from Bath&Body Works.  As I squeezed my wet hair dry, I went to my small walk-in closet and sorted through my wardrobe. After staring uselessly at my clothes for five minutes, I ended up picking out a crop top with an Aztec design on the front and dark-wash skinny jeans to match. I slipped on my black Tom’s and messed with my hair. Deciding it was still too damp to cooperate with, I added lip gloss and mascara to top off my look. I finished gathering my small necessities into my bag and sprayed on some perfume on my way out the door.

Dragging myself downstairs, I yelled for Mackenzie, "Where are you? We have to leave soon!"

"Right here, you don't have to yell," She said slowly as she walked out from the hallway with a smirk on her face.

Mackenzie’s POV

I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the holder, using it to split open a plastic apple that held our keys. I tossed a set to Rose, getting a muttered "Thanks" in return before she ran out the door. I let out a laugh before walking out the door behind her. I grabbed my Abbey Dawn jacket off the rack beside the door and watched as Rose climbed into her charcoal-colored Jeep. I quickly hopped on my black and silver motorcycle and revved the engine, my way of telling Rose I’m leaving. Before speeding off, I sent her a quick text saying:  I’m gonna get there before you to look for the Poptarts (the preps) and the Popsicles (the nerds). I hiked my leg up onto the bike and gunned the gas, heading towards our new hell of a High School.

Swerving into the parking lot, I quickly slid into a parking space that had a name I ignored. I got off my bike and spotted Rose pulling in. Everyone froze as I entered the double-doors. I smirked, having my black glasses on to hide my icy blue eyes, and strutted down the hall with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I ignored the glares from all the girls and walked over to a Popsicle with his jaw on the ground.

"Hey, Popsicle, where's the front office?" I asked with a brow raised.

The boy stuttered a small response and pointed a shaky finger down the hall. I grinned and gave him a pat on the head.

"Thanks," I said, winking and walked down the hall.

By the time I reached the office door, I had my glasses in my bag and everyone was back to their usual selves, hopefully talking about me. I was just about to pull open the door when my eyes widened and my breath hitched in my throat. I felt as if a barrier had been broken from in between me and reality. I turned my head a slight degree to the left and spotted a Poptart looking fixedly at me, his alluring blue-gray eyes half closed with one emotion swimming through them-- Love.