I don't like to be here. Everyone's so cruel. So I left.
After school, I left. I packed my only few things; my iPod, my ear buds, my clothing and my money. I worked my three jobs and got my car and license. So I had a few thousand bucks.
I drove. I drove to California to get away. No one to worry about but myself. I'm the one person that I care for. The only person that cares what I do, is me. I have trust issues because of being left at such a young age.
I was already on the road and halfway there. With only a few more hours, I had to push my Ford Mustang to the rest of the way. I need new... Everything.
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I pulled into a small driveway of the house. The house was a small, one floored, small house. It was beautiful for a one-person place.
I turned and got out of the car and slammed the door. Looking around, I saw two boys wrestling in the yard next to mine. I stopped and looked for a second, one boy stopping and nudging his friend and pointing at me. I smiled a little.
Don't trust them, Nilly. They'll hurt you worse than anyone else.
I turned and picked up my duffel bag and grabbed the house keys. I could hear one of the boys run through the grass, towards me.
"Hey!" I heard him call after me.
I plucked my glasses off my eyes and placed them on the top of my head, "Hi."
"I'm Stiles, your next door neighbor." he looked at me for my blunt 'hi' answer.
"Nillin. To answer your -probably- upcoming questions," I said, "I moved form Colorado, I'm only 16, I live by myself and I'll be going to Beacon Hills High school."
He stared at me in shock, "Wow. Do you need help with anything?"
I looked down at my ring and saw there was a white color. Human.
The ring I spelled was a supernatural ring, meaning it'd say what supernatural creature was around. Red was Vampire, Green was Witch, Black was Werewolf and White was Human. It doesn't pick up mine because I am the witch who made the ring.
"No. I only have this. But thanks, Stiles."
"O-O-OK. If you need anything, my dad and I are next door. I'll see you around, Nillin."
He turned around and slowly jogged towards his house. I turned to my own house and unlocked the door. The house was fully furnished with nice black leather couches and a recliner in the corner.
Turning to close and lock the door, Someone was standing at the door. A man. I looked down at my ring. It was black. Werewolf. Shit.
I walked backwards stumbling. He smirked and I saw his face grow hair and his mouth grow sharp teeth. His fingers growing sharp nails.
"Well, hello. I haven't ever seen you before."
"And I wouldn't mess with me." I said confidently.
He chuckled, evilly, "Why? Should I be afraid?"
"Yes. Very." I focused on his head. He collapsed on the ground, grabbing his temples. I walked closer and kicked his shoulder back. He fell to the ground, still grasping his head.
"Stop! Stop!" He pleaded.
I stopped giving him aneurisms, "Leave me alone. Leave."
He quickly got up and ran.
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By 8 PM, I was ready to sleep. I need to walk around the house to make sure the windows and doors are locked. I got them all locked and went to my room. Bed. It sounds so nice.
I lay in my bed and grab a book I've been reading and started again. Before I opened my book, I looked at my ring. Human. I looked out the small window and saw that boy, Stiles, walking toward the front door. I quickly got up and went to the front door. Knocking.
I opened the door, "Hi Stiles."
"I have to talk to you." he flatly said.
"About...?"
"Derek."
"Who?" I motioned for him to come in.
He walked in slowly, "What'd you do to him?"
"Nothing. He tried to hurt me and then collapsed and left."
"You're lying." another voice rang through my ears. I looked again at my ring. Werewolf. I looked at the open door and saw the other boy Stiles was wrestling with.
"Who are you?" I asked a little curious, "We haven't met." I extended my hand.
"Scott." he shook my hand. I felt a shock go through my arm. Even if I've felt it from other supernatural, I still pulled back quickly.
"Sorry. But, I didn't do anything to Derek. He tried to hurt me." I said flatly.
"You lied again. What. Did, You. Do."
"I can't tell you. I'm sorry."
"Yes you can. We won't hurt you Nillin." Stiles chimed in.
"I'm different. That's all I can say. What else do you wanna know?" I was getting angered.
"Why do you live here alone?" Scott asked.
"I've been in an orphanage since I was 5 years old. I was sick of everything so I left. It's a new start."
"What all do you know?" they both asked.
"About the supernatural? Everything."
