Homeroom is the most pointless part of school, I decide as I watch Scott Miller peek down Mackenzie's shirt for the fifth time in two minutes. I lock gazes with my brown eyed reflection in the window and sigh. School had started only 20 minutes ago and I was already fantasizing about open air, about my footsteps slapping against the track and music blaring in my ears. A bittersweet feeling sears my heart, sweet because being without perves like Scott to annoy me was bliss, but bitter because being alone reminds me that I don't belong here, don't fit in with girls like Mackenzie.
The shrill shrieking of the bell cuts through my morbid thoughts, signalling the end of homeroom. I look down at the math equations I was supposed to have finished and groan, this day will never end soon enough.
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I change quickly into sweat pants and a sports singlet, squeezing my hideous Morningwood High uniform into my bag, and lacing up my muddy sneakers. Everyday after school I run the half concealed tracks that weave through the forest to clear my head. The woods border the small wet and altogether miserable town of Morningwood, and head from school to aunt Lilith's house. When I run the stress and loneliness are forgotten to the rhythm and stretch of my body.
Oasis's Wonderwall blares through my headphones and I match my strides to the beat losing myself in the lyrics, that's probably why I crash headlong into the stranger standing in the middle of the track.
"What the hell?" I shout into the face of the admittedly hot, green eyed boy staring down at me in surprise. His astonishment slowly turns into a big goofy smile that pisses me off even more. "You think its funny!?" I snarl, balling my hands into fists.
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Beyond the Rift
WerewolfLyssandra has been plagued by loneliness, and a fiery temper, all her life. Her parents died before she was old enough to remember them and her aunt, although loving, is never around. Adrian, mysterious, arrogant, irresistible, has a habit of showin...
