Abandon⇢Teen Wolf

Chapter 1

One time I had an English teacher give an assignment where we had to write what a normal day was to us. At the time I wrote that a normal day for me meant doing anything with my best friends. It could have been sitting in silence or going on one of our so called adventures. As long as I was with the both of them everything was perfect. I think about that assignment often and how far my life has come from then.

Now a normal day for me means keeping my head down and justing counting down the days until I am eighteen. I have the beautiful talent of being absolutely invisible to everyone here. I am nothing but a form taking up space. The most interaction I have with people is when they bump into me in the halls or when forced to do a school assignment in pairs but even then. The second the assignment is done with so am I. It wasn't always this way. Those two best friends I had use to be all I had. They were my entire world which I guess explains why I feel like I am just existing now. Going through the motions in a blur. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when someone pushes into me. Not caring that they just walked into somebody. I look up and see who it is...Stiles. He excuses himself and walks away, barely registering who I am. As if I'm a stranger which technically, now I am.

My two ex best friends, Scott and Stiles. We had been friends since the second grade...you know the kind of friendship that you think is gonna last forever and nothing can break you guys up. The two people who were all I had in the world, the only ones who ever cared for me. Or so I thought. I'm not sure what happened but one day were as close as can be and then slowly right before my eyes I'm all alone. If I had to pick a moment when things started changing I would say it happened around the time Scott got good as lacrosse. He and Stiles began keeping secrets, promising we would hang out and then never showing up, always being too busy but, never explaining with what. I tried really hard to keep in touch but, when you know people are lying to your face it kind of leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Making you question your every move and thought. Eventually, I got the hint when Stiles was suppose to drive me home from school and he was nowhere to be found. I called and received no answer, not even an apology text or call afterwards. After that I thought you know what I'm done trying. The ball was in their court now. Well joke is on me because a year later and I'm still waiting for an apology.

I kept walking, heading to my locker, I grab the books I need and go to my first class, which is English. Sitting in class all the way in the back closest to the window. I write the date above and let out a sigh when I realize what day it is...tomorrow is my birthday. Another year closer to freedom. I pull down my sleeve a bit more and hold it bunched in my hand as I doodle in my notebook. I hear the chatter of everyone around me and let out a deep quiet breathe. I feel a vibration in my pocket from my phone. Thinking it might be my foster dad I take it out. He hates when I don't answer him, even if I'm in school. Reading its from an unknown number it says "The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone." says the new teacher Ms. Blake. I leave my phone on vibrate because I don't get text anyway so it's not a big deal. I look around and no one seems to be bothered by the fact that she has all of our phone numbers. I try to shake off the creepy feeling I now have.

I look up to notice that both Scott and Stiles are in this class. They're both sitting in front of me and immediately I am drowned in a sad feeling. My whole body shrinks down and a pit forms in my stomach. As if feeling my eyes Scott looks up and around trying to spot who is causing him that feeling. I quickly put my head down before he can see me staring. I can feel his eyes stop on me and I want nothing more than to have the ground swallow me hole. In a bold move I look up at him thinking he would look away but, he doesn't. He stares right at me and for a moment I think I seen longing on his face I can't quite tell. There was a time where I use to be able to read him like a book but, now I don't know. The thought of that makes me tear up and I quickly look back down and begin writing aimlessly to give my hands something to do. He turns back around and I grow even sadder knowing that that will be the most interaction we will have ever again.