Chapter 1: It Was Nice of You to Drop By!

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I heared my alarm clock beeping and I tried to turn it off. In frustration, since it wouldn't stop making that annoying beeping sound, I thew it across the room and heard a loud "OW!"

I sat up, rubbing my eyes to see who it was that I hit.

"Don't worry, I'm fine..." Ray mumbled.

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked and yawned a bit.

"Well, I heard your alarmclock and came here to tell you I made breakfast and to start getting ready for school."

I almost forgot...I had to go to school for the first time in forever. Me and Ray were home schooled for most of our life. Now that I'm 18, Mom had decided that I should go to school. She thinks it's better to learn in a school then on a computer.

Since our grandparents are...gone. Mom was our only caretaker. Our father passed away a while ago along with a few pack members while fending off rouges. We have all grown to hate them and haven't had another encounter since the last with these saveges.

Ray grabbed my ankles and pulled me out of bed.

"You're gonna be late if you don't get your butt out of bed." He chuckled.

"Hey!" I laughed, and shoved him away lightly.

Ray smiled and waved goodbye, he left to go work at the grocery store near by, taking the van, leaving me to get ready to go to school on my own.

Mom usually stayed home locked in her office as a financial analysist.

Our house wasn't so big and grand but we make due. We had decided to move here a few days after the incident. Plus, it's a little further from civilization, about 3 miles away.
It had 2 floors and was mostly wood on the outside and painted an eggshell color.

My room was on the second floor with Ray's room right next to mine. Mom's was mostly empty on the first floor since she basically lived in her office that shared the same floor.

I showered, put on a white polo shirt, dark blue jeans, tied my hair into a pony tail, and I grabbed my backpack filled with what I might need like notebooks and pencils. I then quickly ate breakfast and ran out the door.

Before I could reach the steps to get off the front porch I felt someone grab onto my shirt and pulled me backwards.

"Missing something?" A voice asked.

I quickly turned around and saw a guy around my age wearing the same thing as me and held two bags of lunch. The only difference was his navy blue polo shirt. He wore white sneakers with the Jordan logo on the side and had a backpack on with the besign of money on fire around it.

He had beautiful blue eyes the color of the ocean and blond hair as well. I didn't like him though because I knew why he was here.

I sighed, "please Noah, don't tell me you're going to follow me around in school."

He smiled and let my shirt go, "why else would I have left home to see you? Of course, we don't have the same exact schedual but close enough."

I groaned and grabbed the lunch he had brought me, walking down the steps of the pourch.

I got on my motorcycle that was black from the handles all the way down to the tires, I got it from the junk yard not too far from here and after doing some repairs on it (with the help of my brother of course) I would use it anytime I'd get the chance, I put on my black motorcycle helmet and road my baby to school.

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I was running to first period, I didn't have much time nor did I know where I was going. Then I heard the bell.

I sighed in defeat.

I didn't want to ask for help but I forced myself to ask a staff member.

They told me the directions to where I was supposed to go. Realizing I was no where near it, I thanked them and I ran to my class.

When I entered the classroom I sniffed the air and smelt werewolf but none of which smelt familiar to me. It was also mixed with a trashy sent like if something died here.

The teacher glared at me and it was then that it hit me. My Social studies teacher was a rouge.

"You're late." He spoke sourly as he continued to glare at me.

I wanted to tell him off and retort 'no shit Sherlock' but I didn't have the guts to do so, so I just nodded and took a seat in the back.

He looked so familiar...those dark brown eyes...that curly brown hair...crooked teeth that obviously never met a dentist...I snickered at that last bit but Mr. Laden (well I guessed that's what I should call him since it's writen on the white board) heard me.

"Is there something funny Ms. LeBlanc?"

I jumped a bit when he said my last name and I slowly shook my head 'no'.

He glared at me one last time before going back to the lesson.

I wrote down notes but I had so many questions in my head. Like why would a rouge ever want to be a teacher? Why did he look so familiar? How did he know my last name?

I thought about the last question and said to myself he probably had a paper with everyone's name. But why would he remember my name out of every single new student that he had?

Then the bell rang, I had science class next.

Again, I had no idea where I'm going. Yet, I still ran, hoping that I'll come across the right room.

I saw someone stick out their foot, obviously trying to make me fall over. But I was running too fast to stop my self in time and I tried to step over their foot but ended up falling over, dropping all of the stuff in my hands.

"You should really look where your going." A voice said, followed by a lot of laughter.

I held back a growl as I picked up everything and I saw someone help me from the corner of my eye.

They had dirty blond hair that was dyed blue on the tips, a white polo shirt, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers.

She handed me my folders and papers that she picked up and smiled. It was then that I saw her hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with them the first day of school. You're new here, right?"

I nodded my head, and she handed me a map of the school.

"My first period teacher gave me this, the school's pretty big but I know my way around."

I smiled back.

"Thank you soooo much. My name's Sarina by the way."

"Oh, I'm Lillia. Nice to meet ya."

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((Hey people, Silver~Sama here! This is my first book so give it a chance and it won't dissapiont you...at least I hope it won't...anyways, I'll see you guys in the next chapter! Bai!))

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