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***Christine POV***
Today was the first day of senior year. Time has gone by fast. I remember how I used to wish that I could grow up. I smiled, now my wish was coming true.
I pulled into the senior parking lot and my best friend, Taylor, ran up as soon as she saw me park my black ferrari. "OH MY GOSH CHRISSIE WE ARE FINALLY SENIORS!", Taylor screamed as soon as I got out of the car. I smiled,"Ya, its just... so hard to believe". Normally Taylor was more reserved, and quite. I on the other-hand was the hyper... but to a controlled level. I'm not the annoying kind of hyper... actually, a better way to word that would be that I am just excited for the day's challenges. :)
Today Taylor's natural blonde hair was tied back in a messy bun, her skin was perfectly sun-kissed, complimenting her dark brown eyes. She was wearing a hot pink and white striped dress that stopped a little before her knees and a silver crystal necklace. She had pink flip-flops to top it off. She is, obviously, the fashionista of this school.
I on the other hand had light brown hair, with natural golden blond streaks here and there. Today it was down in natural waves. My dark blue eyes have specks of green and I have tanned skin... just like every one else's at this school. I was wearing a baby blue v-neck shirt over a black tank top and a pair of dark jean shorts. To tie it together I was wearing a pair of silver gladiator sandals. Taylor, of course, had picked it out. Apparently 'I have nice style' but she wants me to look nice for the guys. Like I actually care, they're all jerks.
"Do you have the glasses?" I questioned. Taylor nodded and reached into her back pocket producing two pairs of sunglasses.
"Is Hello Kitty ok?", she asked giggling, and dangling a pair in front of my face. I snatched them from her hand, put them on my face and screamed," OH MY GAWD SHE IS MY FAVORITE!". She laughed and put her pair of Dora the explorer glasses on as we walked into school. We have this week where seniors can wear sunglasses in school. It's weird but fun school tradition! Everyone gets the most random pair of glasses they can find. Its funny to see all your friends with the [cool-ist] pair of sunglasses they can find.
My parents had invested a lot of money into the school that they were able to convince the administration to give me and Taylor [almost] all of our classes together.
(My schedule:
First name: Christine
Last name: Lisle
Period 1 ~ history
Period 2 ~ math
Period 3 ~ science
Period 4 ~ gym
~ Lunch ~
Period 5 ~ art
Period 6 ~ intro tech
Period 7 ~ english
Period 8 ~ study hall (technically a free period... seniors can leave ^_^))
As we were walking I looked at my feet. "So... are you going to the pack meeting tonight?" I whispered, only loud enough for a werewolf to hear.
(Yes, you heard me right, werewolf. Taylor and I, Christine Lisle, are werewolves. Same with our families and some of our friends. I am the soon to be alpha, and Taylor, is the soon to be beta. I have known a lot about werewolves, growing up with the pack and all. Unfortunately I haven't shifted yet, and I won't until I am 18... which is a few weeks away. I have been learning more and more about werewolves everyday . It was so much to learn but the one thing I will NEVER forget is about mates. Soul mates actually, mate is just the shorter way of saying it. To know if someone is your soulmate, you just look into their eyes, and feel and instant connection and if you touch them you feel electric sparks... oh and they supposedly smell really good! I say 'supposedly' because I have never found my soul mate. For werewolves its easier to find their mates, and they fall in love with them pretty quickly, always wanting to protect them. Mates can talk to each other through their bond... and its kind of like instant messaging, in your head. In case you were wondering, werewolves mates can be human, but people don't get to choose... their wolf does.
Back to reality.)
Taylor nodded yes, but she looked worried. Today the meeting was being held because there was a new pack in town, and we were going to discuss a peace treaty, allowing them to live on our land but not control it. We had to be there, because as the future leaders of the pack, we had to know how to negotiate and resolve problems.
As I looked at my feet I ran it to someone with rock hard abs! I looked up and say the most handsome guy in the world, and he smelled great... like vanilla? Or freshly fallen snow? I couldn't place finger on it, even with my semi-werewolf senses (I won't get all of the heightened senses until I become a full werewolf). I didn't get a good look at him before I looked back down. "Sorry", I squeaked feeling my cheeks go red. I looked back up. He had a smile that made my heart melt, but because of the dark sunglasses I couldn't tell the color of his eyes, or hair. "No problem", he said laughing as he picked up my books and handed them back to me. "Thanks" I said feeling my cheeks blush even deeper. I felt horrible, I should have watched where I was going!
After he walked away, Taylor broke the silence,"Whats up Chrissie? That was so not you. What happened to the sophisticated, confident, powerful...."
"I don't know", I stated simply,"Maybe it was the hot God in front of me"
I could see a smile playing on her lips
I lightly punched her arm
"Owww" she feigned being hurt
"Tay, don't be getting any ideas" I teased.
She gave me her 'I'm so innocent ' look,"Me?! Get any ideas? Never!"
I laughed at her expression.
We quickly walked into history and took seats in the very back.
A couple minutes later the boy I had ran into earlier walked in. Our teacher, Mr. Henry greeted him and had him sit in the back... next to me.
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I know the last part was cliché, but hey sometimes things are better like that :)
I promised I will try not to be to cliché a lot ;)
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