Miss Me? (Watty Awards 2011)

 Warning: This is pretty much my first story

Anyways, this is the rewritten chapter because the original one sucked! Thank you everyone for the critisism and I'm going to try and edit the rest of the story, including the last chapters because they really sucked. I'll be making a few changes, but nothing huge.

Hope you like:)

Chapter One - Rewritten

The sun was down, the music was loud, and I was getting high out of my mind.

Everything was better high. It all made so much sense. I could just live in my world, and not have to worry about the normal things like feeling. My world was a world with no problems, no stress, and most importantly no unwanted people. I could just be. I didn’t have to pretend to be anything, I was just happy. And if I could only get to my world by smoking a bunch of shit, then so be it.

Drinking was a no. Mainly because there were so many calories in each drink, but a bit because I didn’t like the bitter, spicy taste of alcohol and the side-effects in the morning. Drugs, however, were perfectly fine. I mean, it’s not like I dealt them or anything so who cares?

I looked around the crowded party room for my best friend Landon, but I couldn’t spot him in the swarms of sweating people dancing on each other. “Damn,” I muttered out loud. He had all of the drugs, and my high was wearing off.

I rolled my eyes and started to walk to the kitchen where I knew I would find my other friend.

* * *

“Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . .” I whispered to myself in my dark bedroom, being careful not to let anyone hear me and wake up. “Happy birthday to me,” I smiled to myself and readjusted myself on my bed. “Make a wish,”

I crossed my fingers and looked out the window. I wish everyone would start caring.

I lay back down and just stared at the white ceiling for a while, tracing the patterns from the paint with my eyes.

I wonder who will acknowledge my birthday this year. It’s my 15th, so shouldn’t someone?

I fell asleep imagining what it would feel like to have someone hug me and wish me a happy birthday.

* * *

I walked down the stairs eight hours later and turned into the pack kitchen where everyone was eating, my parents included.

By pack, I mean we’re werewolves. There are more of us on Earth than you’d think. You might ask: Aren’t packs supposed to be really close? They are supposed to. Ours is. They just aren’t close with me.

“You woke up late,” My sister sneered, rolling her eyes. “Again,” Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard to me. She hasn’t said anything nice to me in years. I knew she wouldn’t say anything about the date.

I ignored her just like everyone else in the house did. I was used to her remarks, and the rest of them didn’t even care.

I reached into the fridge and grabbed a cup of vanilla yogurt – my favorite – and sat down at the end of the large rectangular table. I was at the opposite side from everyone else.

My sister and her friend, Georgia, started whispering and giggling. Georgia looked up at me and then smirked and turned back to Rachel, my older sister, and whispered some more. No one said anything about what they were doing. They never did, and I never expected them to anymore.

“I can’t believe you and that thing are related,” Georgia laughed, grinning at Rachel.

“Yeah,” Rachel agreed, flipping her bottle-blonde hair over her shoulder. “I think she’s related to Pac-Man. Neither of them can stop eating, either.” A few people at the table started chuckling softly, my brothers included.

I looked down at the dark wood of the table and concentrated on the swirls and dents. I remember how my brothers and I used to be close. But that was a long time ago, and things change.

“You look awkward, Kinsley.” Georgia noted, turning everyone’s attention back to me. “Maybe you should slip into something more comfortable. Like a coma.”