Minor Adventure

CH 1. New Girl in Town

  Hey, thank you for taking the time to read my first ever story. I had put it up originally but after some editing and rethinking, I just decided to take it down and repost it. So when I say comments and feedback is MORE than welcomed then I mean it.

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On the side is my inspiration for Aimi, atleast when it comes to her looks. The first time I saw the actress on The Secert Life of the American Teenager I thought she was saucy. She is very pretty and this picture gives off a certain edge without taking away from her natural beauty. Thats how I picture Aimi.

>>>  Pic of Aimi Clarke

Love,

Angel

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        “Aimi!” He yelled out my name, I didn’t have to look to see who it was. I would recognize his annoying deep voice anywhere.

        “Go away,” I moaned as I pulled my black duvet over my head more. If I blocked him out enough, he would eventually go away. But as I felt his hands wrapping around my feet and pulling me slowly off the end of my bed, I knew that logic was a mistake.

        “Jason! No!” I bellowed at my older brother as he pulled me clean off the bed, me landing ever so gracefully on my ass. It didn’t hurt being pulled off the bed but my ass was not very pleased with how it landed on the floor. I growled at him as he smirked down at me. 

        “Now, get up. It is your first day of school and you are not going to be late.” He grabbed my cover and pulled it roughly from my hands, walking out with it. I grumbled under my breath, he knew I couldn’t sleep without my cover. I had no choice but to force myself to get up and get ready for my first day of junior year.

        I walked to my closet and stared at the hangers full of clothes. What does a new teenage werewolf wear to her first day at a new school? I would say whatever the hell is going to make her feel confident, sure, and bad ass. I mean when you are walking into a new school, full of teenage werewolves you are instantly going to grab attention. You are the new element, new smell, and new sight. They don’t know what to make of you, so you have two choices: get lost in the crowd and hope no one starts anything, or stand out and not give a damn. I chose option two.

        I pulled out my black skinny jeans, a white V-neck tee shirt that was one size too big, and my ever famous black Harley calf boots. It was still too warm for a jacket of any kind. I grabbed a change of under wear and headed to the bathroom my brother and I shared in our little house. As I waited for the shower water to reach the right temperature, I brushed my teeth.

        Today was my first day at my new school, first day anyone outside of the Beta and a few neighbors were going to know I had moved into Blue Moon Pack. To say I was not looking forward to today would have been an understatement. But Jason of course gave me no choice in the matter. I jumped into the shower and washed up quickly, knowing Jason would be bellowing at me any moment.

        A few minutes later I made my way back to my room to finish getting ready. It had been just a boring spare room in Jason’s house when I moved in with him. But with the help of some light grey paint on the walls, some posters, and tons of fluffy pillows on the bed, it was becoming my room. I had an obsession with pillows and my black covered bed reflected that with the fluffy grey, black, white, and dark purple pillows. If I were to take the time to count them, I would say I had about 20 pillows of various sizes, shapes, and materials on my bed.