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"EVELYNN BRIELLE KENNEDY, IF YOU don't get your ass out of bed now, you're going to be late for your first day of school!"
Lynn let a massive sigh escape her perfectly shaped pink lips, groaning so loudly into her pillow — but thankfully, due to the fact that she buried her face into the soft silk of her pillowcase, it was only muffled.
"I heard that!" Lynn heard her mother yell out, and she only chuckled softly while shaking her head, of course the woman still heard her, there's that pesky werewolf hearing for you.
Yes, you did in fact read that correctly. Werewolf. You know, shapeshifters that belong to the moon, lycanthropes, servants and children of the moon, and about a hundred more potential words and phrases.
Lynn, along with her mother, Katherine Kennedy, were both born werewolves. The werewolf gene had been traced deeply in the last few generations of the Kennedy family, and Lynn's father, who had left when she was merely a baby, had also been a werewolf.
Although, she had been trained and taught all her life how to handle shifting and her impulses and everything that comes along with the fact of being a werewolf, she was still young. She still made mistakes, such as letting anger control many of her decisions unwillingly, however, they often pulled her straight into trouble.
The Kennedy's had moved several times because of...certain instances that Lynn brought among the family. It wasn't like she loved moving into random cities speckling maps with random people that she found annoying and a random school that would only bore her.
It just always happened. She always screwed something up that would eventually force them to make the decision to move.
Lynn finally convinced herself up from her comfortable queen mattress, already missing its warmth as she tugged on her white tank top that barely covered her skin. The second her feet touched the cold wooden flooring, she cringed up her face and skipped a few steps over towards her closet, where thankfully there was soft carpet.
It only took Lynn a minute or two to pick out an outfit she deemed good enough for her fifth first day of school at a new school. She fished out a nice pair of blue jeans that had minimal ripped holes on her knee's, a pair of high-topped all black converse, and a solid blue colored t-shirt.
After she was convinced this was the best she could muster up, she hooked her fingertips around her black school-bag and swung it over her left shoulder. She skipped down the stairs of her new house, spotting the same few piles of brown moving boxes that had been there for a week already — it seemed like her mother still wasn't ready to unpack everything, as if she just knew Lynn would mess something up and they'd have to throw another dart at a map.
