Howling at the Moon

Chapter 1- New Beginnings

Hey ya'll!! Heres my new story! I have over a hundred pages but I decided to break it up ;) Anyways, this is a story about Gage and her coming to live with her new family in Beacon Hills, California. Gage and her family are the characters that I've created, but the rest of the scenes and other characters belong to MTV's Teen Wolf and Jeff Davis. Even though this is fanfiction, I've created a pretty individual story around it! If you guys don't know about teen wolf, drop everything and watch it! But if you would rather not this story would help you get the general idea of it :) Any Derek Hale lovers? Well just read this story and enjoy! I'll post some more tomorrow! Comment, vote, become a fan! Post a link to your stories as well and I'll vote for you too! I'll stop talking now, so go on, read the story! :)

Chapter 1- New Beginnings

As the door opened I stepped off the bus into the cool, crisp morning air. With one foot firmly planted on the street I squinted at the abrupt sunlight. The next step I took was towards my new home in Beacon Hills, California. This little town had a ridiculous population of only 2,529 people, which was shocking really, because this place was breath taking. I heard the bus’s engine roar to life behind me as it’s wheels bounced down the icy road and turned the corner, silencing the cold, crisp air. I blinked and looked in front of me. Sitting in front of me was a beautiful cottage-styled home with green shutters, a long driveway and a basketball stand sitting out on the long driveway. As of this month, my mother, Maya, had been proposed to by none other than charming, dazzling, ecstatic Phillip James Kingsley. They had been dating for almost two years and Phil came up with the brilliant idea that it would be best for us move in with him and his 16 year old son, Leo and his 4 year old daughter, Mia before the wedding. I was extremely happy for my mother. She was happier than I had seen her in years after my father was put into jail, and she truly seemed to be in love. I didn’t know how I would feel about moving. I guess it wasn’t so bad because I never had any lasting relationships with people back in San Antonio, Texas. My old school, Russet Valley High was a typical high school for popular, rich teenagers who didn’t need to make any effort because they would just inherit their parent’s enormous mansions and take on the family business of owning a big corporation, or even the largest shopping center in Texas. Ok, in some ways, the “move” was good. I spent my whole life riding horses, shopping in the biggest malls, and swimming in the coolest country clubs but I was never really happy there, so I decided to forget about my past life and start over. I was just angry with my mother for moving us down here right in the middle of when school was into the first semester. I shook my head furiously. I was not about to start thinking of school. The last place I would ever want to be in my entire life. Sure I got the grades, and excelled in extracurricular activities, but my sophomore year was not supposed to be celebrated with figuring out who I would sit with at lunch, and how I was going to make the teachers like me. Grabbing my suitcase I rolled it up the front lawn and stopped it at the door. My mother came up here first, wanting me to finish mid-marks before I flew up. I stayed with my mom’s good friend Sandra for a few days until my flight. I knocked the door four times and it swung open revealing two very happy looking people.

          “Gage!” my mother squealed as she ran and gave me a tight hug, “You’re here!”

          “Had a safe flight, I hope,” said the handsome Phil reaching down to give me a hug.

          “Yup, everything was good,” I said smiling at them

          “That’s great,” said Phil ecstatically, dazzlingly his white teeth, “Come on, we’ll show you around the house.”

They pulled me into the house. I could smell the smoke from a fireplace and my mom’s signature, secret recipe for Alfredo pasta cooking on the stovetop. The house was decorated very well. Each room downstairs resembled one another, all with similar woodsy furniture and oil paintings hanging in almost every room. It was pretty leafy too. I mean there were plants everywhere. As they showed me around, I recognized a similar plant in each room. It was purplish lilac color and smelled unusually familiar. There were also carvings and pieces of wolves everywhere. In the kitchen there was a wolf head used as a knife holder. In the dining room, there was an oil painting of a wolf howling at the moon, and in the family room there was a wolf head right above the fireplace. Obsessive much?