First Meeting

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by Storiesbyfriends

by Storiesbyfriends

Dawns outfit ^

Dawn POV

My alarm rings and I jolt up. Ugh another first day at a new school. I have been moved around so many times. I think the reason for that is because my father can't decide on a job. My mother died when I was 8, she overdosed on sleeping pills. Oh, and I'm 17 now.

I get out of bed and walk over to my mirror to start brushing my blond hair, it went a little ways past my shoulders. I start humming a song my mother sang to me when I was little. I love the song so much, my mother made it up. After brushing my hair, I pull on some slightly ripped jeans and a white crop top. I grab my jean jacket and slip it on. I look in the mirror and sigh. I know I won't like it here, I never do.

"Dawn! Drive yourself to school! You just missed the bus!" I hear my dad yell up the stairs. I groan and grab my backpack. I shove my phone in my back pocket and take one last glance in the mirror. Why does my life have to be this way? I run down the stairs and out the door, not even bothering to say good by to my dad.

I walk into the garage and look around. I could just shift into a animal and run to school. Nah, at least not on the first day. Oh I forgot to mention, I am a shiftier. Meaning I can shift into any land predator I wish to be. I glance at my blueish grey van then to my dads red/orange truck. He won't mind.... I smile a little and jump into my dads truck. I loved this one so much! I think it because mom did as well. I turn the key and back out of the driveway.

A sigh of relief escapes me as I drive onto the road. If my dad caught me driving his truck, he would kill me. I'm just glad I made it onto the road alive. Wait! Oh no! I have no idea where the school is! Great, now what?! I guess I'll just have to follow the bus.

I start to follow the bus a good distance away. It wasn't long before a 1967 black Chevy Impala races out in front of me. What the hell?! I slam on my brakes and watch as the car drives off. I flip him off then groan again before driving again, that bitch.

Cole POV

I race out in front of an old rusty red-orange truck who has a strange person in it. I've lived here my whole life and have never seen her. She sticks her hand out her window and flips me off, and I snicker. When I finally get to the school I lock up my dream car. The truck I passed pulled up and I just laughed to my self. I walk to my locker and the new girl is standing next to it putting her combo in her locker and failing at getting it open.

"Need some help?" I ask nonchalantly as if I didn't care. "No not from the guy that almost killed me," she said in an angry tone. "Ok, but if you don't want my help will you at least tell me your name," I say smugly. She groans and glares at me for a second than iratatedly mumbles "Dawn."

"Well Dawn, I'm Cole, nice to meet you," I said looking into her eyes.

A/N

Thank you for reading. It might take a while for the next chapter to come out because I am editing this and working on another story. I do accept constructive criticism. Please comment and vote if you like this book.