Accepted In The Pack *EDITING* *ON HOLD*

Chapter One: Goodbye Manhattan

"You're failing every subject except for Gym."

My history teacher handed me a piece of paper that had my grades on it.

30 . . . 44 . . . 26 . . . 54 . . . 3-

"-We don't know why you're failing," my math teacher, Mrs. Corbin, interrupted my thoughts. She brushed back her dirty blond hair and glanced nervously at the other teachers. She usually didn't like to talk around them because of how much she messes around in class. She's afraid they'll find out at tell the principal. They're all tattle tails, in my opinion. "We've given you the best tutors we can get, we give you time after school to study, Ms. Healer even gives you special homework! And-"

"I get it!" I snapped at my favorite teacher. Math wasn't at all my best subject, but, because of my difficulty to to pass, she gives me a Jolly Rancher if I pay attention in class.

She looked hurt, but leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.

My history teacher, Mr. Mealy, cleared his throat and leaned forward on his desk. "All you do in class is distract other students, and it's starting to effect their grades. Either you get a hundred on your math, history, and science tests tomorrow, or you're going to summer school."

I looked up, shocked, at my most hated teacher. "But-"

"You may go to lunch, now." Ms. Wilson, my English teacher, said.

I hesitantly stood up, walking out of the empty classroom so the teachers could finish their lunch. I walked through the deserted hallways, deciding I wasn't hungry and heading for the closest girls bathroom. It was just outside of the lunchroom, so I could here all my classmates talking and laughing. A certain loud noise stood out from the others. My only friends' obnoxiously loud laughing. She must've been eating with her boyfriend, who she thought was hilarious.

I sighed and thought about going in there and eat an apple, mostly just to annoy her boyfriend, since he hates me. I decided against it, because I was in a bad mood and didn't want her bugging me about what the teachers wanted. I slid down against the bathroom wall and played Sims 3 on my phone.

I had to leave town. Once my mother and father found out, I'd be dead. Literally. They abused me. The horrible alcoholics starved my hamster to death and beat me constantly. They always hoped I'd get a high paying job so I could buy them beer and cigarettes. I couldn't take their never ending complaining and beating.

I couldn't go to my older sister, Vivianna. She would just tell my parents, like last time. I'd have to make a new living in a different state. Different name, no school. I'd have to leave my friend.

And I was willing to do all of it.

I ditched the rest of school, heading to the fudge shop next to my parents' beat up apartment. I chewed on a thick piece of regular fudge and watched the apartment, waiting to see my parents leave for their daily-well, the do it every night-eight hour run around town, looking for bars they can hit up. After half an hour of waiting, my mother stepped out of the door followed by my father. They were arguing about something, as usual. My mother flipped her dark hair behind her shoulder and walked ahead of him, adjusting her bright red lipstick as she walked. She always wore lots of make up to hide the dark circles under her eyes, her pale, sallow skin, and all her other horrible features. My father, on the other hand, didn't care about his looks, even though he would gel his hair and work out every week. He greased down his black hair, making him look gross.

Once they were out of eyesight, I waited a couple minutes to make sure they weren't coming back. Then I ran up the stairs to the second floor, where our room was. I headed straight for my corner, grabbing whatever I thought I'd need.

After I had raided my parents room and mine-carrying everything in a duffel bag, I took all the money from the jar in the small kitchen. My parents were saving up to go to Hawaii and leave me here. I actually over heard them saying they were leaving sometime the next week.

It felt good to take every last cent from that jar. And to prove my point, I put a sticky note on the lid saying: Take THAT, you bastards!

I ran down the stairs and started down the street, wanting nothing more than to clear out of town before my parents got back later in the morning. I checked my phone to be sure. It was about six o'clock. Just as I started to relax, I thought of a brilliant idea. It was risky, but the easiest way to get out of town and tick my parents off even more. I tucked my duffel bag behind a trash can and silently prayed to God that no one would steal it. I ran back inside the apartment and grabbed the spare keys to the beat up truck my father had had for years. Grabbing my duffel bag, I head for the large car garage my parents share with the rest of the neighborhood in that small part of Manhattan. I hid behind a large truck a couple spaces away from my parents' spot and waited for them to come home. I found some chalk that my neighbors' children had left out and grabbed a white, drawing shapes on the pavement.

"That bitch was asking for it!" I heard my mother scream as my father hastily put the car in park an hour later.

They continued to argue as they walked to the apartment, and once I was out of possible eyesight, I unlocked the car and threw my bag in the backseat. I started backing the car out of the spot when I remembered the chalk. I put it in park, grabbed the white chalk, and drew in big letters on the pavement on my parents parking spot:

Now you lost your stuff, me, your money to Hawaii, and your car! Suckas!!

By the time I finished I could hear my parents screaming, probably trying to figure out if they were robbed or if I finally decided to run away. I ran back to the car and pulled out of the garage, watching out of the rear view mirror as my mother and father screamed at me from the doorway.

I smiled the whole time I was driving out of Manhattan.

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Made a new story! Yay! The were-boys I made in Living As A Human-Cat Hybrid kinda inspired me to make a whole book about wereboys. Ha ha, I made a new name for them! I think 'werewolves' is a little too frightening for this story... even though this could get a little scary at times... :)

Oh, and that photo to the right is a picture of the main character. I'm not saying her name yet, but you'll figure it out probably in the next chapter or something. :)

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