That was eight years ago. I was now sixteen. No friends. I don't need friends. I had my brother and mom. They were all I asked for in life. I could come home to two smiling faces and pairs of bright blue eyes. My brother would give me a welcoming hug while my mom would give me a happy smile.
I sighed.
Six more hours, I thought, glancing at the clock on the wall. I was currently in biology, my first class of the day.
I fiddled with my bracelet as the teacher droned on.
"Psst!" I turned to the sound, then got hit with a ball of paper right in the face. I growled, glaring at the jock who had dared to throw it with an overly-obnoxious smirk on his face. At my growl, the smirk dropped slightly but held on his stupid face.
Later, as soon as the bell rang I shot right out of my seat with my bag already slung on my shoulder.
Just another ordinary day at Brian Thomas High School in Seattle, Washingon.
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I Found You
WerewolfStaring into her beautiful hazel eyes that were marred with pain, I immediately stood up, making my chair protest against the tile, and met her mouth with mine. I grabbed her waist, pulling her to me. "I love you. Remember that," I whispered against...
