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A new town, a new place to fuck up.
Ever heard that one before? Well, my name is Skylar or Sky for short. I'm just some normal girl, sure that's what most people think. Well I'm not. I'm something that got me rejected by own parents and Pack.
I swear to God if you look at me like a kicked puppy, I'm going to smack that look off your face. I'm fine, I didn't need them that much anyway. I'm a big girl. I can handle myself. I can keep out of trouble, most of the time.
But now due to laws I have to go to school and finish high school. Yay. I get to go to a school with an outdated hierarchy system. Did you see what I did there; I think you did. I get to spend the next two years of my life being bullied, harassed, and most likely get my ass kicked.
HOORAY.
I was on my way to my new home, for now. I was about 15 minutes from it to be exact. I really don't want to go. Please, whoever is up there, HELP ME!
My parents used to always say that the road to hell was easy. I didn't think they were being serious, but now I live in an apartment about five minutes from it.
I pulled into a newly paved parking lot. This was it. I jumped out of my car and walked to new the apartments that were just built about two months ago. I ran upstairs to the fourth floor, taking the stairs by twos and threes. I got to my door and stopped. There were three gold numbers on the door. 666. I didn't think that was funny, but I let out a humorless laugh that made me sound demented slightly.
I grabbed the knob of the black painted door. I opened it and strode in to a well furnished living room. It was nice. It had a small flat screen hanging on the wall. There was a leather couch and arm chair sitting near the TV. There was a wooden coffee table in the middle. There were two tall chairs sitting at a counter that was made of granite.
I walked to the kitchen and saw there was a refrigerator, microwave, and stove at the far end of it. There was a kitchen table with four chairs sitting off to the side. I walked through the kitchen and turned right down a short hallway and the first door I came upon was a bathroom. It had a shower/bath and a sink. A mirror was hanging above the sink. There was a toilet beside the shower. I walked out of the bathroom leaving the door open. I walked to the end of the hallway and opened another door. This one was a bedroom. It had a queen size bed pushed against the wall. A desk in the corner, with a lamp on it, and what looked like an old laptop. It had a walk in closet that was full of girl and boy clothing. It had shelves on the wall that were full of books. I made a mental note to look at those later.
I went back out to my car and brought in the bags I had brought along with me. I only had about three. I went back to my apartment with no one stopping me, not that I was expecting anyone to.
I threw my bags on the floor and went to take a shower.
When I stepped out of the shower, the mirror was fogged up with steam. I wiped it away and looked at my face and hair. My hair was jet black and I had blue/purple eyes. My skin was slightly tanned and I had full lips. I was on the verge of pretty, but never ever stepped over the line. I went to my room to get dressed and mask my scent.
I put on a pair of short shorts and a tank top with a union jack on it. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock. It was only 8:45. I was getting hungry so I went to the fridge, which to my surprise was fully and completely packed with food. Oh God, what did I do to deserve such a blessing. If you hadn't noticed I was secretly a fat kid. I fucking loved food. If I could, I would marry it. I was making weird combos to eat. I made fried Oreos, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and pickles with spray cheese and saltines. I was in heaven.
Then I heard a knock on my door. I stood up from my food and went to open the door when I smelled wet dog. Not now.
I opened the door slightly. So he couldn't see me, but I couldn't see him either. Didn't want to. f
"Hello?" I said innocently.
"Uh, yes, I'm looking for a Skylar Outlander. Are you her?" It was a male, I could tell by his voice.
"Well, who wants to know?"
"The Blue Moon Pack." He stated
"The Blue Moon what?" I was acting as if I didn't know what a pack was.
"PACK." He said with his irritation plastered on his tone.
"What's a pack?" I asked still keeping up my act.
He coughed and said 'He's going to kill me for this' under his breath. I had masked my scent so now I smelled like a human would. He wouldn't be able to tell what I was. Great.
"I'm sorry for bothering you, forget you ever saw me please." Then he was gone. I was so relieved for that. I thought that he would put up a better fight than that.
When I looked at the clock it was 10:02. I decided it was time to go to bed, so I cleaned up in my kitchen, and headed to my room.
I clambered in my bed. I let my head lay on the pillow and fell asleep.
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