Nothing left

Nothing left- chapter one

The wind whipped hard on my face when I ran through the corridors in school. Finally reaching my classroom I took a deep breath and then opened the door. The door squeaked loudly and all my classmates were staring intensely at me. I drove a hand through my tangled hair while mumbling a:

"Sorry!" Then reaching my place I quickly sat down. One of my friends poked me with her arm and waved a hello. I smiled back at her and then returned to look at my boring teacher again. His glasses was falling down to his noise bridge, and I could clearly see sweat forming on his palm. He said nervously:

"Take out your books, please!" The students did as asked nicely, which were quite strange since our class always had a person that would fight against the teachers. Oh, that's right, I thought. Our troublemaker Kevin was skipping class today. Or as he called it: Taking a vacation.

I searched after my book in my bag, but didn't found it. I raised my hand and I could almost see panic being filled in this insecure teacher. He cleared his throat and then said with a hoarse voice:

"Umm... what miss Hale?" I quickly asked if I could get my book from my locker. He nodded numbly and then started writing something on the white board. I didn't stick around to see what it said. Getting out of there I went with a quick pace to my locker. I took my book and also a pen because I realised that I forgot that too. Right before I was closing my locker I saw the photo inside that I four months ago had hung up. It was me and my ex boyfriend kissing each other on the picture. Even though we broke up I still couldn't bring myself to take the picture down. Something inside of me was still hoping that we would be together again. My ex boyfriend is named Robbie. He has red hair with some small freckles on his noise. We really loved each other.

Well until the day that he...- I slammed my locker shut and made myself tostop thinking about him. I went quickly back to my class and buried the last thoughts of Robbie somewhere deep down in my mind.

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I walked with my friend Macy to the cafeteria. Macy has blond hair and a really cute face with the best puppy face ever. She also has braces, which only ads to her cuteness. She was talking about the new puppy that her family got for her birthday. She was practically jumping with excitement. Macy was also a human. But that didn't matter to me, since I've never really hung out with so many people of my kind. This whole school I was in I think only had about 5 werewolves, including me. And all those were older than me, well except for two. Robbie was one of them. He was the same age as me, but we don't go to the same classes except for PE. Before, when we were dating I was really sad that I went to a more advanced class than him, but now that we've broke up I was relived that my brain was smart.

I bought a sandwich with a soda. Me and Macy talked while going to an empty table, really away from the popular table. The popular kids were often the oldest teenagers here on high school. Which in other words would be called: The seniors. I didn't quite like the popular kids but in they're defense I haven't really learned to know them. I could of been a popular if I wanted to, since I also were in the cheer squad. But I didn't want to and also after the whole Robbie thing I didn't even want to go near the popular kids again since Robbie was one of them. Robbie was fun and loving. He was very charming and sang like an angel, which were probably the reasons he was popular. Oh GOD. I really got to stop thinking about Robbie. I took a big gulp of the soda and grimaced of the carbonation. I wasn't really a big fan of it. Macy suddenly squealed:

"Dorothy! You're back." She jumped up from her chair and ran to the small girl with light brown hair. The girl had a lovely tan on her body and I would of been jealous if it weren't for the olive skin I had, which always made me look as if I had been on a summer vacation every day. Lots of people were jealous of me because of my skin that was also flawless from pimples and other debris. People considered me lucky. But I couldn't see how I was considered lucky when not even my "flawless tanned skin" could make the person I love to love me back.I guess it was faith's fault.