Hey, it's Ari! This is my first story and I hope you enjoy it! If you have any questions feel free to PM me.
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Prologue
I watched in silent horror as the silver wolf growled at me. My breath was coming out in short rugged huffs. I bent my knees ready to run like hell if I had too. I looked into the deep brown eyes of the wolf and I was lost. I knew those eyes from somewhere; I just couldn't place them. The eyes of the silver wolf looked frightened for a moment, but it was still growling at me. It looked ready to jump at me. I looked over the shoulder of the wolf and I saw a whole huge pack of them. Just as I looked back into the eyes of the wolf it... lunged.
I jolted up in my cruddy bed and looked around my small room. "Good, it was just a dream," I whispered reassuring myself. I looked at my alarm clock and the bright red numbers blinked 5:00 A.M. "Well might as well get up now." I mumbled, picking myself up out of bed.
I grabbed my two black towels and made my way to the restroom to take a quick shower. After I finished my shower I looked around for my clothes, then I remembered I didn't grab any. So I wrapped my towel around my body, ran to my room and closed the door quietly. I walked to my closet and pulled out some black skinny jeans, a plain black shirt and my old beat up black converse.
After I was done getting dressed, I walked to my vanity and sat down in my chair; then I heard the water turn on. It was probably my abusive/ workaholic mother. I looked back at my vanity and fixed my necklace that my dad gave me before he died from lung cancer.
I looked at my refection in the mirror and saw my Quileute/Mexican tan skin that did not have that glow in it that it used to. My once sparkling grey eyes now looked dull and lifeless. My jet black hair looks limp and frizzy. I look down at my wrist and they hold old and fresh scars. I put on all of my bracelets to cover them so my little brother Jayden doesn't see them.
I checked my alarm clock and the numbers blinked 6:30 A.M. I didn't hear the shower anymore so I walked to Jayden's room. Jayden is only three years younger than me. He is a Freshman while I'm a Senior. I walked into his room and saw him passed out on his bed, legs tangled in the sheets. I smiled at my little brother before walking over to his bed.
I ruffled his black hair while saying "Come on Jay, it's another day get up and face it."
"Ughhh sis five more minutes pplleeaassee," Jayden sighed into his pillow.
I smirked at my younger brother. "Fine Jayden, but just remember if you don't wake up there is a bucket of freezing cold water with your name on it," I said.
I heard a faint "whatever" as I closed the door to his room. I chuckled and walked down stairs while looking at all of our pictures of our old happy family. I saw one of Jayden and I. I think I was twelve and he was nine. We looked so happy back then. But since then Jayden has grown up so much. His black hair is short while his old tiny frame now consisted of small muscles. I sighed as I walked into the kitchen looking for something so Jayden could eat. I opened up the fridge and nothing; not even an apple.
"Damn it," I muttered closing the fridge.
"What are you complaining about now stupid? What I do for you and your brother isn't enough? I work my ass off for you two. But this is how you repay me but muttering under your breath," my mother Grace yelled in my face.
My mother Grace has grey eyes and jet black curly hair. My mother is full Mexican, while my dad Danny is full Quileute. I got my smile and attitude from my dad. Jayden got dad's dark brown eyes and his attitude he got from our mother. Mother was sweet and caring not cruel and harsh. Jayden has mother's old attitude. When mother got cruel it was about the time dad died. I thought she would get over it but I guess not.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her hand lift up, just as I closed my eyes I felt a stinging sensation on my left cheek.
"Fuera de mi vista, pedazo de mierda," my mother spit in my face.
I quickly picked myself off the ground and run up stairs, into my room shutting the door quietly. I looked at the alarm clock and the numbers blinked 6:55 A.M. I grumbled to myself, "that little boy better be up!"
Translation- Get out of my sight you worthless piece of shit.
Well what did you think? I hope you liked it! Please R&R!
Forever and Always
Ari.