Heyo, Note here, there may be some parts of this story I want a darker direction so on some chapters, in the end authors note it may say Alt. Ending. There will be a new story with the Alt. Endings, and only the Alt. endings not the full chapters, in it. Anyway! Hope you enjoy! Also if anyone gets triggered because of her having Meniere's disease and you feel I am inaccurately portraying it please tell me! I put it because it adds a bit to her character and makes sure she is not a mary sue, as well as giving the plot some momentum later on.


(My/Brooklyn's P.O.V)

I pushed some of my just above shoulder length hair behind my ear, the black brown ombre tones messy and wild from packing. I wiped her wrist across my forehead in an exaggerated motion,

"Ughhhh, Moving. Yay..."

I rolled her eyes and put the last box in the moving truck before getting into the silver xterra car parked behind it before waiting for my family. I was leaving my perfectly nice home in London to move back to Paris, where I lived until I was ten. Speaking English I still have a distinct French accent and my french was on point.

"At least there's one thing I don't have to stress about. Moving to a fancy school in my home city after six or seven years is just so much fun"

My mental rant was interrupted by the slamming of doors as my Mother and younger twin siblings climbed into the car. Thank god I at least got to sit in the front passenger seat, there was no way I could handle sitting in the small row, squished between the little devils. One time Kate and Devin, that is their names, had died my hair green!Oh god the shame that accompanied that had never worn off in school, maybe moving to a place were that never happened wouldn't be so horrible. I pulled out my black phone with a cyan blue and black wolf howling at the moon on it and started to make sure I had everything on my check list. I nodded in confirmation and we pulled out of the drive way and drove off.

(Magical timeskip brought to you by Howling Wolf Productions!)

Finally a two story house with a loft came into view and my siblings practically flew out of the car before I grabbed them by their collars, pulling them out of the way of an on coming car.

"Woah you two, this isn't like our house in London. There are cars every where so try not to get killed okay?"

Okay so maybe I didn't hate them, they just could be annoying at times. Besides I'm not exactly the favored kid around here. Never good enough, never smart enough, never good looking enough, at least the little terrors still liked me, despite their antics. Kate and Devin nodded before more carefully, albeit just as quickly, ran into the house. I shook my head and went in the house. It had had four bedrooms, one loft, and your regular rooms, a large backyard and a pool. Yeah we had a bit of money, we weren't rich but our parents worked ALOT. I guess it was worth it though because they look more excited then Kate who is currently jumping up and down on the couch the movers just brought in. Mom and Dad promised I could have the loft because I'm " a responsible teenager who can take care of herself." In other words, It gets me farther away. I'm fine with that though and climb up the pull down ladder that resembles the type you would see for an attic. Its a nice size and has a small balcony in the back. I open the wide french doors leading to the balcony and look up at the setting sun. One thing I really missed about Paris, the views. I let a small smile play on my lips as I walk back downstairs and start moving my boxes upstairs. I blew a bang out of my face and mumbled,

"No, I don't need any help at all. Thanks for asking my ever loving parents."

Finally I got it upstairs and put the boxes to the side, only getting out my bed stuff and clothes. I need to buy some paint for my room tomorrow. I curled up in my blue, black and white covers (guess my favorite colors) and went to sleep.


BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Oh my freaking lord, why did I choose this as my Alarm on my phone! I grumbled and rolled over, almost punching the off button. Guess who is not a morning person?

"Its to early..."

At least we arrived Saturday evening so I had all all of today to get settled in. I quickly threw on a blue tank top and put a black button up shirt on top of it, tying the end into a knot around my stomach. A pair of blue jean shorts and a few failed hairstyles later and I was ready. Weeelll, almost. I dragged my sorry but downstairs and made some coffee, putting about two cups of white chocolate macadamia nut creamer in. Who gives a damn about sugar and health? I was gonna have as much s I wanted and then some eclairs, today my crappy health can go to hell. I mean, I was actually pretty fit. I took ballet, jazz, theater, soccer and track so I should be. And yes I did all of those for fun. Hey, I'm away from my family, attempting to make them proud and exercising, it works. Anyway, I'm pretty healthy but then again Meniere's diease is not exactly the best thing to have. Basically dizzy spells suck and i really should watch what i eat better, I am a pig and i know it. But today is a day for adventure! I grabbed a thermos and added some more coffee before going out to by black, blue and white paint. Again, guess my favorite colors.


(Magical time skips)

It is now eleven o'clock at night and my room is finally done! I have three walls, one blue one white and one black, covered with pictures and notes, a dresser covered in knick knacks and wolf stuff all over. And now I am laying facing my french door wall looking out a the moon on my fluffy grey rug, thinking. Tomorrow I start school at Collège Françoise Dupont. I snort, at least it starts tomorrow so i'm not just gonna be plopped into the class. I yawned and climbed into bed. Tomorrow is gonna suck rocks.


Welp thats the first chapter! Don't worry My darling kwami will appear in the next chapter! Bye for now!

-Howling Wolf