Chapter 5: School Start

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Olivia's P.O.V

I can't believe that's the holidays over! We have been in the new house for 3 weeks now, well me and Sophie have anyway. Mum and Dad have been in Oxford with Tom for the rest of the break. He's fine now by the way, apparently he's used to werewolves and stuff now.

I got up at 5, not being able to sleep with excitement. I curled my blond hair into ringlets and only applied minimum, natural makeup. I changed into a pair of denim shorts and a turquoise geek top with a navy hoodie over the top. I pulled on my navy vans and decided to make breakfast.

Skipping to the kitchen I put some bacon on the grill and began frying eggs. I love bacon, I mean who doesn't? Bacon is the best food ever and there is no questioning that. If you don't like bacon then you had better be a vegetarian or else something is seriously wrong with you. Just saying.

Within 5 minutes of it cooking I wolfed it down. Nice choice of word their seeing as my best friends are werewolves. Kyle and Jessica were more Tommy's age and wouldn't be attending school. They are going to Manchester Uni, Jessica studying some sort of fashion course and Kyle studying psychology or something like that.

Mike said that him and Phoebe could pick me and Sophie up on the way to school. They are getting here at 8. Mom and Dad are arriving home later today. Their work starts next week, Mom on Thursday and Dad on Monday.

I was washed, dressed and fed by half 6. Flicking through the channels on the T.V I waited for Sophie to come down for breakfast. She was just exited as me for school but hates getting up before 10 am. Just as I expected she stomped downstairs in her pink and grey stripy onesy. Her hair looked like a rats next and she still looked half asleep.

"Good morning sunshine!" I flashed my cheesiest grin and she just humphed. She headed back into the kitchen.

"Bacon and eggs are on a plate for you!" I shouted through and waited for her to find them.

"Thanks Liv!" I grinned to myself. I am such a good sister!

Sophie changed into orange shorts, a bright red top and a green hoodie. Her fashion sense consists of anything with a bright, bold colour. Even if it doesn't match she will were anything colourful.

She slipped on her blue converse boots and plopped onto the sofa next to me. Her hair was in a neat high ponytail and she only wore mascara and a drop of lipgloss. We sat and watched the top 40 until a car horn interrupted our dancing.

"They're here!" Sophie jumped off the sofa and ran to the door. I walked behind her, picking up the school bag and sports bag she left behind. Sophie plays football and was trying out for the team after school. I was going to gymnastic practise with Georgia.

Locking the front door I turned to see my Uncles old truck with Sean and Aiden in the front, and Sally,Connor and Sophie sitting in the back. Michaels head was sticking out his silver Honda. I chucked Sophie her bags and she mouthed a thank you to me before I headed to my car. Phoebe was in the front with Mike and Georgia and Josh were already in the back. I sat next to them, my bags on my knee.

We had became very close over the past few weeks. I noticed Carly was nowhere to be seen though.

"Where's Carly?"

"She's in her own car with Sharon." I cringed at the name.

For some reason ever since I got lost looking for the toilet Sharon has hated me. She would glare at me whenever I was at the pack house and make snide comments about me when we were talking. I don't even know what her problem was.

I sat for the whole car journey, thinking of ideas of why Sharon might hate me, I've came up with 3 so far.

1) I went into her room. Their might have been super secret stuff in their like a rocket or maybe lots of stolen money. Or maybe a dead body! She could be hiding anything in their and when I think about it, her room smelled awful when I was in their. That's why I thought it was the bathroom. I thought one of the guys had gone to the loo and done his business and then....well you get the picture.

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