Wolf's Rein {Chapter 2:PEACE}

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Chapter Two: PEACE

I tried god knows I tired but still, still I couldn't make it. School ended in a rush. A never ending maze where students moved and me, the dean's granddaughter, was the old one out. I was the most popular and the most hated. I was the loner and yet everyone asked me to hang out with them. Shanna, Lisa, Chris, Mare, Jo, Kate, Pat, Andrew oh the list goes on and on. They all wanted something from me the heir to the prestigious school. My parents where dead, gone vanished, no one really knew what happened to them. I really didn't care though; I was left with the rich, kind, old man. Grandfather I called him, even during the school hours I didn't care. And my brother Chase, numbly I shook my head trying to let that thought finish its self. Chase was gone, dead.

"Forget him," a voice in the back of my head said, it was not mine I knew this. But it seemed to be apart of me. It was his.

"It will be better for you, FORGET HIM." I stopped dead in my tracks and took it all in, the inter school. The place I 'belonged'. Noticing little details on my way to my room thinking about the school and only the school.

We where on an island, where everyone got to build their own home with eight bedrooms max. Small compared to the 20 plus bedroom houses that some actually owned. But the school, the school its self was huge. A gothic mausoleum, high cathedrals and a bell tower. It was five stories tall with stained glass windows. The top layer was all glass but curtains from the inside covered everything so it just looked all blacked out. That was where grandfather and I stayed. We had a lot of room up there, ton and tons. The school of course was gigantic; it hosted all high school grades and was also a collage. For rich families only. My grandfather didn't do scholarships he hated to give away money. The only reason he let me go there was because he was my guardian and liked to keep me on a tight leash.

Though the inside was even better. High ceilings, huge chandeliers that twinkled. Stained glass was every where showing pictures of different fairy tales and some times fairies themselves. There was mass of art by great people. More expensive that the cost to get into the one of a kind school. This was a high end place that had next to no rules, no dress code, and style. The only actual rule was think before you act and no one followed that. Ever.

I sat down on my bed, not really of when I got there. By now though my grandfather would have heard of my incident but I wouldn't matter since he was not coming back from his trip until tomorrow. My eyes roamed around the room. The black and white checker board theme was simple and potent. Did that describe me? I really didn't know, I was never sure. My room had two glass covered walls that where covered with the regular black, black-out curtains. I had them pulled back for once the stained glass was shining through. It showed a princess being saved and the dragon being slain. But the biggest one that took up a whole window was a wolf howling at the moon. The midnight black-blue glass had a grey wolf, a smoky grey.

"I'm sorry," the man with grey eyes whispered, "Please forgive me if you can."

The memory flashed in my mind as if it was just yesterday. Hat it had happened. I looked at the wolf again. Proud, vicious, and so powerful, standing bathed in the moonlight. And without any warning I began to cry.

"Shh, it's ok." Ghost hands brushed my hair, "I'm with you rain always."

Though tears I looked up and saw grey, light grey, smoky pure eyes. "Rouge..." I muttered and reached blindly the figure, for the shadow. Seeking out warmth and I was rewarded with emptiness. Curling up into a tight ball I fell back into by oblivion. A black 'sky' welcomed me with open arms. They stars never shined here, except for that one time when he was with me, except for then.

In the distance I heard a lone wolf cry.

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