The White Wolf

Chapter 1

Part One

Revealing the Wolf

 

Chapter one

 

I turned the music on my IPod up a little bit more and smiled as the music pulsed from the ear buds to my minds; the lyrics spilling words of wisdom, and meaning into my heart. This was what life felt like, lyrics thought up and sang by beautiful people, different instruments, playing different pieces of music, but when brought together they sound like a piece of heaven.

I bobbed my head slightly to the music and smiled. “I’m not paralyzed but I seemed to be struck by you.” I sang. Okay maybe the lyrics weren’t that meaningful, but they still made we want to dance and be ‘one with nature’, if that’s what someone wanted to call it.

I turned it up just little bit more and snapped my fingers to the rhythm. For a moment I paused and looked both ways down the long school hallway, before letting my eyes slip into darkness as I pictured myself dancing on a stage. I began to bang my head from left to right, letting my long milky brown hair sway from side to side.

I was in the moment of coming to the climax of the song, when something kicked my foot. I yelped, as I jerked my ear buds out and glared at the boy standing above me with a smirk.

“What are you doing, besides looking a fool in the school hallway?” He asked; I gave him a glare in which he returned playfully; his blue eyes capturing mine, and his milky brown hair hanging over his eyes.

“I’m waiting on mom and dad,” I replied with a sigh. “If you have to know, Malroy.” I looked away from him as he began to laugh at me. “It’s not funny; apparently I have enough absences to take care of every student in school.”

“So long as you haven’t covered my days, little sis, I don’t care. I just find it funny that you could actually get caught with something like this.” He ruffled my hair and smiled. “You know for someone who’s against everything, you sure do have a way of showing it.”

“You better watch it Malroy,” I warned, shoving his hand away from my head. “I still remember you skipping final period and dinner to get drunk at Ashton’s house.” He stopped laughing and gave me a ‘you-wouldn’t-dare’ look. “Try me,” I said, cocking my head as I eyed him.

“Fine,” he spat as he began to walk away. I put in one ear bud, but before I could put in the second Malroy’s voice came from across the hall. “By the way, Haven” He practically sang. “Brian came down here earlier, just before me, and he had his phone out pointed towards you. I don’t think it was a texting coincidence.”

I glared at him and my body began to shake with anger at him for letting it happen. What kind of older brother lets guys video tape their little sisters. Mine, that’s who. My brother is the absolute worst about these things, while we may be close as we can be; sometimes the average common sense seems to leave his mind. It’s as if he’s programmed to let it all slip by.

Well me, I don’t let anything slip. I’m still holding grudges from when I was in Kindergarten. Okay maybe that one’s a little excessive, but I don’t let people in easily and I sure as hell don’t let people see my weaknesses. I have very few and I refuse to let people see that I have any.

The door beside me opened and my mom came walking out with my father beside her. They were hand in hand as they said their goodbyes and closed the door behind them. They came to a stop in front of me and glared. I’m totally dead.

“Just tell the punishment, and we can skip the whole ‘you-were-a-disgrace-with-this-behavior’ speech. I won’t let it happen again, I’ll make the hours and I’ll take all the responsibilities of what I’ve done.” I said with a small smile, my mom always fell for this…it was my dad I had to win over. “Daddy,” I began, a tear falling down my face as began to stand. “I’m sorry, I really am. I’ll whatever you tell me to do, just don’t be mad at me.”

I gave my dad a hug and squeezed him close to me. His arms engulfed me as he rested his head on top of mine. “I’m not mad, honey. I’m just disappointed that you could do this. Where did you go all those hours?”

Parties, I thought, not to mention the times I raced Lake Milton on the country road near Old Man Rugen’s house. Or how about the time I had that amazing make-out session with John Flood?  “I worked on my art…” I said aloud, no way was I letting my dad know that I had spent those hours doing things that could get me killed.

I looked up at my dad as his chest rumbled with laughter. “If you wanted to work on music, why didn’t you just come home to your mother? She could have at the least, written you an excuse note.” His face turned from anger to joy within seconds, as if what I had said lifted his spirits.

If that was something that made him smile, then I could skip school some more. “What are you laughing at?” I asked, taking a step back to read his posture. His shoulders were still stiff, but his head was waving in his laughter.

My dad’s green eyes met mine and his smile brightened. “I was just worried that you were doing other things,” he said. “Bad things that could get you in trouble with the law,”

Well I’m glad I didn’t say anything about the racing, drinking or partying.

“We just thought, that you were doing sexual things,” My mom said with a look of half concern and half joy as she moved blonde hair form her face.

“Ewe,” I said as I held up my hands in surrender and shook my head. “I wouldn’t sleep with guys from anywhere near here. Have you seen them? They all act like Malroy, and that wouldn’t be a good thought while I did it.”

My mother began to laugh as she took my hand, and began to lead me down the hall. “Well maybe that will keep the boys off of you, huh?”

My dad came up on my other side and frowned. “This doesn’t mean that you’re not getting punished.” He said. Damn it, I was sure I had worked myway out of that one. My dad’s big hand clamped down on my iPod and he snatched it away, ripping one of the ear buds from my ear.

I opened my mouth in pain but didn’t say a thing.

“We’re going to start with a week’s long grounding.” My mom began as she tightened her hand around mine, a sign that she wasn’t giving in on this one.

“And ending with no iPod, music, or art within that weeks’ time,” My dad smiled at me, but I could tell it was forced. There’s no way they were going to let me be grounded for a week. I can be pretty annoying when I don’t have anything.

 

Now I could say this was a bad ending to a bad day, and that after that everything went smoothly. But I’d be lying, and that might hurt your feelings. Over the next week I suffered from with withdraw of my music, and when I needed it most…something or should I say, someone, took its place. If only it were for a day. This was the day that started it all, and tomorrow was the beginning of the end.

 

 A/N

I hope you like the story so far. It's a slow begining, but just stay with me. I'm begging you to! I only plan on getting better.