Never Yours, Wolfboy

Chapter One: Be cool with it

My Dad wasn't the most reliable of people out there. He was constantly moving us around. It wasn't that he couldn't hold a job, or was into drugs, or had an alcohol problem. He just never liked staying in one area. 

This resulted in me never staying in one area for more than a year. It was a way of life. We showed up in a small town or  a big city, we moved into a tiny apartment or a huge house, and I knew I would never settle into a room. What I brought was so little that I didn't really have to think about unpacking. 

All the other household essentials stayed in rubber made buckets that we didn't bother stacking in cupboards unless they were taken out and used on a regular basis. I knew, and my dad could be anticipating a move at any time. I could get out of school at Christmas break and my Dad would start talking about registering me in a school in Toronto, or would inform me that we were applying for visas to a country like Ireland, or that I would have to do school online because we were going to some remote destination that didn't even have a school. 

A hard knock rocked the hollow door separating my room from the rest of the apartment. My shirt clung to my dampened back as I moved away from the buzzing fan standing in front of my bed. 

Pulling open the door I looked up at my towering father. 

Standing at 6'7, with dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a build that could be comparable to a professional hockey player my dad was an intimidating force. 

My eyes rolled when I saw his pearly white gleaming. 

"Hey, Jill." 

I knew that smile. 

It didn't come as a surprise to me that we would be moving at the end of the summer, I was expecting it. We had been living in a cramped New York apartment for the past eight months and I really was not expecting my Dad to last much longer.   

A breath released from my chest and slipped through my lips as my shoulders slumped forward, "Where are we going this time?" I asked. Spinning on my heal I walked towards my bed, grabbed the suitcase that sat under it and threw it on top. 

I heard the creak of the floorboards as my father stepped further into the room, "We're moving just outside of this little town of Asheville in northern Ontario." 

"So back to Canada, eh?"

I heard a chuckle, "Ya, you remember Uncle Mark, right?" He asked. 

I scrunched my eyebrows together, "I think I met him when I was like eight, but honestly I'm not even really sure if that was him or not." 

My dad turned his head to the side for a moment and then looked back at me, "I honestly cant remember the last time we had gone to visit him. Well anyways he lives there now." 

I raised my eyebrow. 

As far as I knew I was the only family my Dad spoke to. And anytime we had interacted with my Dads side of the family had been on one or more occasions for a day max. I only met my Grandparents once. I think they were dead now but honestly I didn't really care. They were as much a part of my life as Donald Trump was politically inclined. 

"How long has he been living there?" I asked. 

My dad shrugged his big shoulders, "Only about six months or so. He said it was a really great place to live. it has tons of trails and forestry, its got a high school, and it's far away from the city."

I rolled my eyes. 

Dad was most definitely getting tired of New York. 

"When are we leaving?" I questioned. I would have to quit my job and get packed, but that would only take me only a couple days as long as I could get the rest of my shifts covered.

"My new job start on the right after the long weekend so we need to be leaving by next monday." 

I nodded my head. 

"Thanks for being cool bout this, kid. I appreciate it." I heard my dad say as he was turning to leave the floor. All I did was smile. 

I had to be cool with it. 

I started grabbing the clothes from my dressers and continued to pack them into my suitcase.

Rule number one about being the new kid. Be cool with it. 

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