Hunted

Chater 1

Above is Ryder and Tyler. Just to give you guys something to go off of. Enjoy!••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee- I groaned, slamming my alarm. I didn't want to go to school. It's been 13 years and I'm still not over it. I rolled over, stuffing my face back into my pillows. I hear the door open but don't even bother looking at who it is.
"Wake up!" Tyler Stilinski, my adoptive brother yelled in my ear. I shrieked and jumped upright, punching him in his solid gut.
"Oh my god! Sorry!" I said as he doubled over in pain, gripping where I punched him.
"It's okay," He squeaked. "I probably deserved it." He smiled through the groan he let out from getting up. He looked back at me before removing his hands.
"Seriously though, get up Ryder is giving you a ride today." He said as he walked out of the room.
Ryder Stilinski; my other adoptive brother, is my age. Tyler is two years older than us, although he acts like a 5 year old. They both have light brown hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and muscular. They seem intimidating with their deep voices and appearances but really they are just teddy bears inside. They could even be mistaken as twins! (This is inspired by Ethan and Aiden from Teen Wolf aka Max and Charlie)
Me on the other hand. I have jet black hair, vibrant green eyes, fair skin, and really skinny. (Cora aka Adelaide) After I moved here I refused to eat for a week, that was until the guys came bursting into my room and cheered me up enough to make me go eat with the family; which I enjoyed.
I kept in touch with Philippe until I was about 15, he was around 64 then and I still go visit him in the retirement home whenever I can but it's not as much anymore. Although he had some bad disease that makes him really dangerous, he always visibly brightens when he sees me. Unfortunately, he died last month.
"Okay!" I screamed after him. I got up and closed the door. I went to the bathroom and turned on the water for a shower. After I was done, I went to my walk in closet and picked out a pair of black ripped jeans, a Kiss tee, a leather jacket, along with my black combat boots. After getting ready, I grabbed my phone and raced down stairs and into the kitchen where Ryder, Cara and Brett; my adoptive parents, were standing. Tyler must be out with his girlfriend again.
"Morning." I said, breathless from the flight of stairs I just sprinted down. I twisted around everyone, picking up an apple on the way. Cara chuckled.
"Hello Hero." She replies. She sent me a warm smile on the way to the door. I grabbed my bag, returning the smile. As I finally managed to catch up with Ryder, we both sent waves and were out the door. We made our way to my '67 Chevy Impala and I tossed him the keys. He caught them with ease, opening his door. He started the car and we were on our way to school.
"First day of senior year, sis." He turned and looked at me for a split second before turning back to the road. "How do you feel?" He asked.
I shrugged. "Just want to graduate; hopefully with a scholarship, and get out." He smirked at my answer.
"What?" I question, motioning to his smirk. He shook his head.
"Are you sure you're adopted?" He took a quick glance at me. "I mean, you act exactly like Tyler, look like our parents more then we do, and you remind everyone of me. How?" He challenges, suspiciously. I looked at him, rotating in my seat. To be honest, I can see how he would be suspicious, even I've noticed the facts and they are all true.
I shrug.  Pretending not to notice his stare, I look down at the ground.
"I don't know." I whispered. He looked at me a few more seconds before nodding, turning into the school parking lot. I didn't notice we were that close.
He turned the car off and handed me the keys.
"I'll see you at home, I'm getting a ride with Adam." He responds to my raised eyebrow. I internally groan. Adam Martin; Ryder's best friend, and annoying human being. He has been with the whole school basically, that is except for me and my best friend Kim Avon.
The cons of being the school nerd; you don't have many friends.
I walked into the halls of the school and stalked toward my locker. I sigh. The first day is always the worst.
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As promised; another part. Hope you guys enjoyed it! I'll try to get the next part up this weekend but no promises.