Chapter One

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The silence was beautiful. There was a small butterfly outside the window that was making the leaves on the small bush crinkle, but otherwise, nothing. It was surreal. I could make a sound and it would amplify this whole room. A smile crept up on my lips and I brushed my ordinary brown hair out of my face. I blend in, invisible. The test on my desk still was empty, the answers just weren’t there. I wrote my name on the top of the page and then stared at the first question. Another half hour passed, and the bell rang. I got up and handed my paper in, blank. The only thing on there was my name.

“Hey, Riley!” I heard a name shout from behind me. I turned around while tucking a wavy strand of hair behind my ear. It was Molly, my only friend since about the third grade. I waved and sighed as she rushed up to me, shoving anyone in her way. Her blonde hair was tied back into a long ponytail and she wore a pair of bright turquoise skinny jeans and a grey cardigan with a white tank top under it. Her shoes were black converse as usual, and they were almost always untied. I smiled at the way she flipped off the football players when they commented on her ability to push people with extreme strength. She approached me with the most confidence I have ever seen.

“Guess who got an A on their History paper? Me! That’s who. I was totally going to fail, but then I just added a quote at the end. That’s what got me the A, I swear. So, what are you up to this weekend?” She asked. I don’t know how she does it, but the girl never takes a breath.  I looked at her.

“Okay, so you want to hang out? My mom made some brownies.” She said. I nodded and she continued to talk about some movie she had seen about a group of kids with superpowers or whatever. I looked around and nodded at her every few minutes. It was the end of the day, and on Fridays we always went to get frozen yogurt. I nodded again as we stepped outside. She laughed and then we walked home, her phone blasting music from some band that she is currently obsessed with. My feet shuffled on the wet ground and I kicked the same rock for a while until it got lost. We got to Molly’s house, and as always, no one was home.  Molly set down her blue backpack, and kicked off her shoes. As Molly went into her kitchen, I unzipped my knee-high brown boots and set down my black messenger bag.

“Want something to eat?” Molly asked. I shrugged and pet her dog, Buck. Buck was a golden retriever. He rolled over and I smiled.

“So, frozen yogurt out or movie in?” Molly asked. I stood and walked over to her movie collection. I looked at her with a sarcastic smile.

“What?” she asked, making herself a hot dog. I laughed and walked over to her. I pulled out a crinkled piece of yellow paper with information to a party on it. I threw it at her and leaned on the counter. The paper hit Molly in the face, and she looked up at me, annoyed.

“A party?” I nodded. She sighed.

“When?” She asked. I rolled my eyes and opened the balled-up paper. The flyer was now flat, and I held it up. It read:

                                 BIG BASH ON THE ROOF OF THE CAMELOT BUILDING.

                                               UNLEASH YOUR INNER ANIMAL

                              ARRIVE AT 4PM  AND PARTY UNTIL YOU CAN’T STAND

Molly stared at me.

“Unleash your inner animal?” she scoffed. “Cliche much?” I shrugged and she nodded.

“Fine, we leave in 20 minutes.” I smiled and went up to her bedroom. In my backpack were my clothes. I knew we’d be going tonight. We always go to these parties. But I never went for the same reason Molly did. Molly went so she could get drunk, get laid, and get out.  I went for business. My father ran our Pack, which was the largest in the state. I was soon dressed in fishnet stockings, high-waisted black shorts, and a lights grey blouse. I finished it off with a black leather jacket and black converse that went up to my mid-calf. I added more black make-up and put my hair in a messy bun. I looked at myself and the mirror and smiled. Perfect. I walked into Molly’s Mom’s room where she was getting ready. She looked gorgeous. She was wearing a tight black and white dress with on sleeve. She was also wearing black vans, and her hair was teased and she had a black bow in it. We smiled at each other.

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