Chapter 1

"Good morning, honey," Mother said as I walked into the kitchen. She smiled at me sweetly. "How was your night?"

I sat on the stool in front of the counter. "Fine."

Typical Monday mornings. I wake up and stride into the kitchen with my hair looking a mess. My mother greets me, I greet her and I eat breakfast in preparation for school. There's no life in the Devin's home is there?

I watch as Mom pours coffee into a mug and stirs in extra sugar. She's already dressed in her skirt suit, brown hair in a loose bun. Her face is sprinkled with makeup. Mom. She's a happy-go-lucky type of person with a great sense of style. We barely hang out except for the week ends, because she has business to work on at the office. I don't talk to her much or start up conversations. Just an occasional "hey" and "what's for dinner?" type of thing. After all, I don't need to talk to her.

She noticed me looking at her. "What? You want coffee, too?"

"No. I think I'll make some tea, instead."

She took a sip of her coffee, leaning on the counter. "Good idea." She checked her watch. "Hurry up so I can drive you to school. You too, JoAnne."

JoAnne rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

Who cares about school, anyway? She thought.

"You're right." I said.

"Excuse me?" she asked, shutting her magazine.

Oops. Considering she already knows..."I wasn't talking to you."

Before JoAnne could say anything else, I ran to the bathroom to get ready.

I look like an average girl. My hair is dark and glossy, it falls on my back although I keep it in a ponytail most of the time. My skin is a creamy color, but my cheeks get really pink when it's cold. My eyes are dark brown, framed by thick lashes. My are brows are thick and arched.

I look nothing like my parents. My mom is a redhead with freckles and my dad has light brown hair. JoAnne looks like my mom when it comes to features but she looks like me when it comes to hair color.

"Hurry up!" Mom shouted from the kitchen.

"Leave me alone!" was JoAnne's response.

I threw on a sweatshirt, jeans and hinking boots. I'm a huge tomboy, so my looks dont bother me. I ran out to my mom's car in the driveway, climbing into the passengers seat. I stuck my headphones in my ears and blasted on rock music so I didn't have to listen to JoAnne complain.

Portland isn't too noisy. Where I live in Wellshire, there are only a few homes going down the hill. The woods are west of the hill, but no one goes in there. There is a legend saying if anyone goes into the Wellshire woods, they will never return. I'd be bold enough to try it. I don't believe in legends. Or fairytales. Or anything for that matter.

Mom parked in front of Wellshire West High School. "Bye" I said, jumping out the car. JoAnne walked away with no farewell. Rude JoAnne. For some reason, Joanne and mom don't get along. She doesn't talk to anyone and when she does, it's harshly.  JoAnne went her way to the freshman floor and I went my way. Laughter and talking filled the hallway as I entered the hallway of the Sophmore floor. My head began to throb as I walked through the crowds of students.

Her outfit is hideous!

I can't believe he's actually taking to me!

Eww, she needs to wash her hair.

Where'd my history homework go? Oh no!