The Love of a Werewolf

#1 The News

'Bringg, Bringg'. I slammed my arm clock off as I slowly sat up. The smell of bacon mixed with a young smell of eggs, came rushing through my room.
I sighed as I brought my self to my feet. I'm not quite sure what I want to wear to school today. As I walked to my closet I noticed there was only one outfit hanging and everything was packed up in suit cases. I threw on my clothes and checked my self in the built in mirror that is indented into the wall and man do I look good.
The quick glance of my ripped skinny jeans, a tight blue shirt, and my converse made me feel good about myself.
Ever since we moved here I have been running two miles a day. Honestly I've been getting sadder everytime I run but I'm really good at it. It's just no one wants to ever talk to me. In school I would always keep to myself with not many friends. No one really understands me. I have a mind of my own, I'm crazy fast, and everyone makes fun of my hair. I don't find my hair usually weird. It just depends on how I wear it.
Looking back into my mirror I see the beauty's of my face and then my long white hair falling over my shoulders that slowly faded into gold color. It had this natural wavy flow to it. I always fuss with it sometimes but it grows extremely fast so there is nothing you can really do with it.
I ran downstairs and heard my mom putting breakfast onto plates so I spoke up, "Good morning mom. What's the special occasion?".
"Well honey, umm Amanda we need to have a talk".
"I'd say, what's going on? Your cooking breakfast, my clothes are packed, and my school books are in the trash". I say making gestures to the trash can.
"Honey, we are moving today and I wanted to keep it a secret because I know how much you like this house and how much it means to you."
"Why, mom, why again?". My face got extremely red as a gentle stream of salt tears flowed down my face.
I don't know why we have to move again. It feels like we are constantly moving. I really like the house we are in now. It reminds me of a smaller version of a castle. The house stands tall with two floors but have two pillars in the center. I live in the north pillar. I have a beautiful view of the woods and all the cute little animals that live there.
As I sit silently eating my breakfast I notice my mom walking outside. I turn my head to face the slide glass doors that faced out deck. There stood a tall man with dark sun glasses in a royal red suit. As I study his face carefully I notice a familiar scar. Just when I look away I hear a knock on the door. I knit my eyebrows together curious as to who it was and if it was mom why didn't she just walk in.
I stood up out of my chair fixing my clothes then walked to the door. Just as I turn the door knob I see a shadow of a tall man with a small object in his hand.
The shadow forcefully pushes the door back as I fall to the ground. I'm laying on the ground frozen as I stare into his eyes. He takes a kneel to the ground brings his hand up and places a white cloth over my mouth. I try to fight but I'm motionless. Just when I start to gain my mobility back the scent is getting stronger. My eyes get weaker as my body feels heavier.

I wake up to find my self freely in a round fuzzy royal red bed. Just as I lift my body from the cozy bed I see a huge window draped in red curtains with a royal blue rug on the floor. A neat little white desk sat in the corner of the room with a note on it. Just as I realized what happened to me a few hours ago I went into panic mode. Fleeing from my spot I ran to the window and noticed I was on a small balcony.
I look down and noticed I was at least 3 story's up. Just as I looked directly across from me I see another house. A beautiful Victorian house. I started to shout for help and realised no one was there.
I ran back into the room and ran right into the dresser. There the note flew off of the desk. I bent down to pick it up and noticed it was held together by a stamped red wax.