Author's note-
I may do a romance in this but I'm not sure yet. I'll figure it out as I go.
This is my first fanfic. Please let me know how I did and how I can improve. Happy reading ^.^
I looked at the old house in front of me. Once full of light and laughter, now dark and silent. I was going to miss this place. There were so many good memories here. I thought about them, tears coming to my eyes, then a hand place on my shoulder pulled me back. I blinks the tears out of my eyes quickly and turned to look at my friend, Kathryn, who smiled at me.
"I'm gonna miss you, Shyan," she said. I saw the smile waver slightly.
"I'm gonna miss you too Kathryn." I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. I felt her arms wrap around me, too. Then, I felt a second pair of arms wrap around me and my throat tightened.
"Do you have to go?" Said Hannah. I heard her voice waver.
I refused to let go. Their sadness washed over me in waves as I nodded, "I'm sorry but my dad's job…" I started to get choked up.
"It's not your fault," she said, understanding.
"I know but-"
"Shyan! You ready to go?" Called my dad from the taxi.
I turned and my eyes narrowed, slightly, annoyed that he had to ruin the hug. "Yeah, one moment!" I called back then turned back to my friends. "Bye," I hugged them again.
"Good luck in Beacon Hills," Hannah asked, hugging me back.
"Thanks, good luck here."
As I pulled back Kathryn punched me gently in the shoulder, "We'll see you around ok?"
" Alright," I nodded then tilted my head and smiled slightly. "Once for old times sake?"
They smiled back and nodded. We all tilted our heads back and howled, loud and clear. We let it die down to silence and grinned at each other.
"See ya guys." I turned and adjusted the straps of my star wars backpack, yes I've watched star wars. Then, slowly limped over to the car, partly to postpone the inevitable, mostly because I had to. I had a neuro-muscular disease, that made my muscles move on their own when I didn't want them to. Frustrating because I couldn't move fast and I was the only one who had it in my family. I didn't have much choice though but to deal with them. My dad hated doctors with a passion.
"Come on wolfie," my brother said as I got in the car. I glared at him as I sat down, pulling my backpack from my back and onto my lap, and wrinkled my nose at the weird smell of the back seat. I went to go buckle up but stopped when I saw there'd be no way to buckle up since we were all squished in the back seat. Guess the taxi driver didn't let people in the passenger seat.
"Shut up," I growled, rolling my eyes, but laughed inside. Then, looked ahead at my friend who waved at me.
"We ready?" My dad said, looking at us. At our nods he turned to the taxi drive, "Alright, to the airport please."
"Yes sir," he said and start backing up.
I waved back as we started to pull out of the driveway. I got an idea as we started to drive away and rolled down the window. I stuck my head out and barked a couple of times at them. I heard them bark in response and tears formed again. I quickly sat back down and rolled my window up.
"Yeah, I'm ready." I said. Dad shook his head out the corner of my eye, but I just smiled, proud of myself. Though, it didn't last. I already missed them and thought about the fun times we had. The tears threatened to overflow.
"You're so weird," my brother teased.
"Shut up, Aaron," I snapped, now in a bad mood and trying to calm down. Dad move his hand in front of him, a silent signal that said "Leave her alone."
I grabbed my headphones from my neck and put them over my ears, moving my short, dark, blonde hair behind my ears. Then, reached into the pocket of my grey jacket pocket and turned on my Ipod. I listened to the first song, which happened to be Do You Remember by George Nozuka-yeah, a real help when trying to suppress your emotions-and looked out the window at the houses we passed.
I thought about why we had to move. My dad worked for animal control and his company needed extra help in another area. Since things have been slow for them here in Ohio, they decided to move my dad to California and me away from my life here. It was great here. I had friends, a home, safety, I won't have any of that in California. The only good thing of this was they were paying for the plane there. Phf, all that does is make our arrival sooner. Why'd I have to go anyways? Couldn't I have stayed back while they went? No, I tried that and got in trouble for it. We had to pack only what we needed and go. That meant clothes and some valuables we couldn't leave. Anything else we'd re-buy when we got there.
Leave it all Behind by Cult to Follow, conveniently started playing.
I sighed and shifted a bit in my seat. My legs quickly stiffened and I froze. Just as quickly as it came the feeling disappeared and I relaxed.
"So, you guys excited" Dad asked, turning his semi-bald head to look at us. I would never mention his hair to his face though.
"Sure, people I don't know, a place far from home. Real excited." I said sarcastically. I didn't bother turning my music down, I could hear him just fine, and kept looking out the window. I heard him sigh.
"I told you before, you're not staying," I looked at him and opened my mouth to protest, say I didn't even mention it, but he continued on, "You're gonna love it. You may make some friends."
'Yeah right,' I thought.
"Maybe even some wolf friends," he smirked. I knew he was teasing me about earlier.
"Wait your friends are werewolves?" Aaron said, looking at me with wide eyes through brown, round-rimmed glasses.
I looked at him, disbelieving that he really believed that. I sighed at how slowed he was.
"No they're not werewolves idiot."
"Oh...are you a werewolf?" His eyes sparkled with mischief. I face-palmed which caused Dad to laugh.
"Just cause I howl and bark doesn't mean I'm a werewolf."
"I dunno, I'm pretty sure I saw you scratching at fleas last week," he said, grinning.
"I do not have fleas! And I'm not a werewolf!" I screeched, "That's it, I'm done with you people."
"Even me?" Said the driver, looking back at me.
I smirked at him. He was a pretty happy guy. I turned back to the window and started daydreaming about werewolves, of being one. I ran through the trees, even though I was stuck in the car. My pack ran behind me, our hearts pounding in unison. Runnin by Adam Lambert thoughtfully started playing, causing me to smile. Man, my Ipod has been playing things related to today. Which was really weird. I moved my foot in time to the music, enjoying the daydream. We were starting to stalk our prey, when a headache ruined the moment. I popped a piece of spearmint gum into my mouth, letting the mint flood my sense and continued looking out the window.
All too soon, we arrived at the airport and were on the plane to California. Timber by Pitbull started playing through my headphones and I started getting worried. Four hours and thirty minutes later, we landed, in California, safely, much to my relief.
We walked off the plane and stopped at the conveyor belt to grab our suitcases. I adjusted my backpack strap and looked around a moment. There were a lot of people here, bustling around with bags and papers. I notice one in particular, standing against a wall, dressed in dark clothing. His face looked almost dog like with wild but well kept black hair and facial stubble. His eyes were a pale yellow, seemingly like a wolf's, though that could be my imagination running. The one thing I noticed the most about him was he was staring, straight at me and he looked angry.