CHAPTER 1-LIVE
I am not a girl that lives to the fullest. I mean, if watching Netflix and YouTube means living life to the fullest, then i do. But that's not what it means. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't bother to get a job. And I certainly don't have high rankings at school. School and I are like enemies. If I could stab it in the back I would.
"Give it back!" I yell, giving Russel a mean glare. He had taken my pencil, and when it came to this studded, I was like a karate master. Russel laughs, looking at his friends.
"Russel." I warn, walking closer and clouser to him. He steps back, and trips. Lucky for me, he dropped the pencil. I stole it from him, as if he had won the lottery and I stealing his ticket.
I ran off, a smile on my face.
"You got bet by a girl!" His friends started laughing at Russel. I did chuckle, but to me, I was just happy I got my pencil back. I never really got new pencils or stationary in general so I protected them as if they were my babies.
For the rest of the day, I thought about everything. My parents. How they hated me. How they wanted me to just live at school, so they didn't have to see me. But I guess, if I could live at school I would.
When the end of the day came, I had to do my homework. I wasn't aloud to do it at home, because it took up to much space in the living room. So I always practiced on the seats outside. When there was cheerleader practice, I would always have to do it in the office. I hated doing it there, because I needed to act as if mum or dad were coming to pick me up.
They never did, because they were busy. I guess that the office lady was so used to me, I was like a ghost in the office.
Half way through maths, I grabbed my phone from my bag, and see two feet in the corner of my eyes. I jump up, and see it's Russel.
"What are you doing here?" I ask. Russel shrugs his shoulders, and smiles.
"I was told you'd be here..." he says, leaning towards me. I step back, but see that it was the end of the seat, and the bars were supporting my back.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, choking on my words.
"Well... you live with me now. You're parents... they're dead... And so is a piece of you."
I almost choke on my saliva. He must be joking.
"What do you mean? Russel-" I warn, knowing him so well that he would play a joke like that. Rolling his eyes, he steps further to me.
"I'm sorry... They... were found dead. I'm sorry, I really am. But you need to come with me-" he says, gesturing his hand towards me.
"No. I am not going anywhere near you. Leave me alone!" I say, a tear escaping from my eyes.
"Rebecca, I understand this is a hard time, but you need to just take one step at a time." And I did. But instead it was a step forward. On the seats, there were big gaps between each step, so I fell down. To me, it felt like I was flying. It felt like I was free, and nothing could get me. But then all the flying stopped, and I hit something hard. Russel. He had caught me in his arms. I had obviously blanked out when I fell down, because minutes later, I couldn't remember anything.
"Where are you taking... me?" I whisper, putting a hand on my stomach. He was still holding me, in his arms and I could tell he wasn't letting me go any time soon.
"Somewhere where you are safe."
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On The Hunt
Werewolf"What are you doing here?" I ask, getting up from my seat. The seats were the cold and hard metal ones that all cheerleaders would listen from. Russel shrugs his shoulders, and smiles. "I was told you'd be here..." he says, leaning towards me. I st...
