SAVED: A werewolf love story

Saving Abel : Drowning

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CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT

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Life.

Its a funny thing. Some can hold it in their hands, able to bend it, twist it whichever way. Others have people turning the wheel for them, making it easy.

Me?

My lifes gone. In the hands of no one. Just withering ..away.

　

　

　

Garland, Maine.

952 Residents... or now 953. It containes a Lake, a Highschool and a police station for the risky speeders on the back roads.

Lets just say; It isnt much.

Ever since my parents passed when I was 14, two and a half years ago Ive been passed along to family member to family member. My Dads side consisted of no one, besides my drunk gradnfather who lives up in the mountains. My mom on the other hand had a few more sisters, and uncles. A few excuses were , " Money. Its just to hard for me.." or " I travel to much . I do nothing for her.."

Really though, is that they dont want to live with a depressed freak. No suicidile death should be at their hands. I cant blame them though. They're all young-my aunt, and my Uncles arent family people at all.

Its funny though. My parents loved people. Theyd take who ever in.... Completely opposite of the other relatives.

It was about a week and a half ago I get a call from my social worker. She said she found somewhere where I may like. Or more appropiatley, someone.

Katherine Johnston.

She was my moms godmother, and I was told many , many stories of her. All good, alot making me jealous that I hadnt a grandmother to do half the things Katherine did for my mother as a child.

I guess she had tried contacting me for quite a while , finally managing to do so at the end of summer.

It was perfect timing.

I mean... I just love new schools. Its a place where I claim the back corner, the library table for lunch and the best of all , ' school loner'.

No. I was never made fun of. Which I mean is good, but I .Wasnt.Even.Acknowledged.

So thats pretty much how I end up here in this small town, full of trees, shops, animals and the occasional moose.

Yup.

Life. Sucks.

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I had just gotten off the Train, sitting with my few bags to rest my feet. Even though I slept the whole entire journey I still felt like my eyes were going to fall shut forever.

Suddenly a loud voice came from behind me, my tiredness doing a complete 360.

　

" Hiya!" Her cheery voice made me wince, whether it was because I havent heard it in a while or because it wasnt welcoming I dont know. Hell, it was probably both.

Re-ajusting my bag on my shoulder, and shuffling my tennis shoe covered feet I whispered, " Hi."

" Oh.. sweetie. Your such a tiny thing! Come on.. lets get to my house, and Ill make you a good lunch. Huh? Sound good."