One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

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Trees pass me in a blur as I run, but I know I'm going in circles. A giggle echo's past me, too close. My fur stands on end, I need to get away. I skid to a stop as a wall grows in front of me. I turn around, they're getting closer, more of them now. Where's Cole? He's supposed to keep them away! The wall closes in around me and the children, their faces glow with happiness. Warm hands grip my paw, hugging it. I look down. Mason! His blue eyes look up at me, shinning brightly, but his eyes start to dim, turning into a dead blue, his skin turning sickly pale. I howl in pain, my heart shattering again.