Hey, reader! Thanks for trying out my story, but before we get started, let me just say a few things. Please read this, it's pretty important.
First thing first: Please don't hate on the writing, I'm only thirteen. (Stuff it, the way I've grown up I've never really been innocent. I mean, there won't be smut, but I will probably have a ton of innuendos. If I write a sequel when I'm older there's no promises though...)
Second: There WILL BE CURSING. Yeah, yeah I'm thirteen, I should be pure and innocent and wearing pink sequins and tutus. Hell to the no.
Third: If I find any, and I mean ANY comments disregarding my characters, my readers, ANYTHING, I will not hesitate to block you and attempt to get you banned from Wattpad FOREVER. And honestly, if you're sad enough to be hating on fake characters and people you don't even fucking know, you can honestly go shove your head up your ass for all I care.
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Fifth: My updating schedule might be a bit wonky. Even though I am thirteen, I am busy with art and classes and working at my mom's store, so bear with me. I will however, be trying to update as fast as possible, but if I am SUPER busy, I promise to update at least once a week.
That's pretty much it, let's get on with the story!
To be honest I never really considered that she would ever die. I mean, she's so strong and brave, and even when she went into any of her surgeries, she went in with a grin and jokes. Then hours later, she would be up and walking, even though the doctors always predicted she would be sleeping for hours. I smile a bit, as the salty tears run cold paths down my face, remembering how at her last surgery she stumbled out looking a bit drunk, running up to give me a kiss on the cheek. She would whisper in my ear then but for the life of me I can't seem to remember any of her words.
"It's getting dark. Come on, we don't want to be up too late," Aero whispers in my ear, his warm breath making me realize how cold I really am. "Come on, sis," he murmurs with a small sigh, "We have school tomorrow." I nod a bit, limping on my legs that have fallen asleep sometime in the past hour. I spare one last glance towards her grave as I open the door to the Impala, barely able to make out the bold words from this distance.
Maria Costello
1965 - 2011
Nothing personal. Just a name and dates, among the sea of unknown names and dates, there's nothing to show how very special, how very brave my mother really was.
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The Impala's engine hums as we pull into our driveway, Aero's blue eyes distracted, his auburn locks messed up from him constantly running his hand over his head. I raise my eyebrows as he turns to me, engine still running, his latest Metallica tape still playing. He seriously needs to update his tape collection, I mean, he could at least play music that fits the mood. He takes a deep breath, opening his mouth like he's going to say something, but closes it again, running a hand through his hair.
"Nev," he starts, his voice hesitant, "I'm sorry I didn't come with you."
"Hey, it's fine, A, it's been a few years, we don't have to go once a week anymore," I muse, mostly to myself. I haven't really been able to move on, just as much as Aero hasn't, and I'm sure this is his way of trying. "And it's Nevaeh. Nev is a kid's nickname."
"If you say so," he smirks at me, "Nev." I shriek a bit, flinging across the the car, trying to grab him. "Whoa there, Nev!" He shouts, "Hands off my baby!"
"It's a car," I say, rolling my eyes, but shifting back to the shotgun seat anyways. He grin triumphantly at me, pushing his door open. What a nerd.
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Okay, I know this chapter was short but I'm just testing out the storyline, so bear with me. It will get longer, I promise. Thanks for reading, and if you didn't like it, please at least read a bit longer before you give up on me.
IT IS A WEREWOLF STORY I PROMISE!
See y'all next time
Kaian xox
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