Okay, I have been reading too much Teen Wolf Fan fiction and have thought to write my own. PLEASE REVIEW AND KEEP UP TO DATE WITH IT YOU LOVELY PEOPLE.
-It's for fun so there might be some minor errors, I will also keep updating and hopefully finish it.
-Any shipping ideas you have for my character do say. Love ya.
I moodily unpacked the square cardboard boxes scattered across my room, sighing furiously and loudly so my Mom could hear. It was her fault I had to move away from all my friends. It was her fault I was starting a new school and it was her fault my back ached from carrying all these boxes filled with all my memories from my old home in New England. At the moment I disliked her a lot.
I felt her presence lingering by my door frame but I ignored it, focusing my attention on my ordainments sealed in bubble wrap. I smiled stupidly at the large Buddha my friend Clare had bought me from a market place abroad; she insisted I'd have it. In my old room I'd place it opposite my door to keep evil spirits away, now I'd use it to keep my Mom away.
My smile dropped when she spoke "Honey I'll be making dinner soon, anything you'd like in particular?"
"No" I shot back, behaving like a spoiled brat. I moved on to fold up my clothes so I could place them in the white oak drawer, which leant against my wall full of vintage posters. I'd stuck them up as soon as I had arrived in hope that they weren't creased from being squashed into a box. If they were that would be another thing I'd blame my Mom for.
"I know you are upset that we had to move all of a sudden but it's for the best, I got a job opportunity here as deputy police officer and it's a really good income" She was trying to plead with me so I'd understand. I did understand that it was an amazing opportunity for her; I just didn't understand why I had to go with her. I could have stayed with my Father in his small two bedroom apartment; it was a few blocks away from my high school and friends. But no, my Mom wanted me with her. It's not even like we're the best of friends, I know I am her only child but we never usually saw each other. I was always out rehearsing with my band and she was always at work. We'd see each other in the mornings and that would be it. Given a weeks' notice I had to pack up all my belongings, say goodbye to my friends and boyfriend- well he wasn't my official boyfriend but if I had stayed it would have come to that stage, dammit another thing she's taken from me. I think the thing that got to me the most was the look on my best friend Halle's face, when I had said goodbye. She was the strongest person I'd even known and would not let anyone see her cry but that day she just broke down. We both cried into each other's arms and made promises we knew neither of us was going to keep. I knew that was the last day I'd see her and she knew it too.
"Please don't ignore me Honey" My Mom placed a hand on my shoulder, which had jolted me out of my train of thought. I looked down at it like it was a disease.
"I rather just ignore you for the rest of my life to be honest" I shrugged her hand off and ignored the hint of guilt in my stomach as I watched her facial expression turn sad.
Her hand dropped to her side and she just stared at me.
I turned my back to her "I'd rather if you just left me alone to pack my things"
Without saying a word she left the room, I waited till I heard her footsteps downstairs before sinking into my bed. I growled into the foam mattress, letting my frustration out. I flipped over so I was on my back and stared up at the ceiling, counting the glow in the dark stars I had stuck up there. Back home my friends and I would sneak into the golf course at night so we could watch the stars, Halle had brought me the glow in the dark stars so I wouldn't forget those times. A small tear slid down my cheek and I rubbed my eyes dry with my fingers. I would not cry, I promised myself. I swung my arm back and found a leaflet stuck to my skin. Confusion crossed my features as I picked it up to get a closer look.
'Beacon Hills High School" was stated in bold red letter across the front page. I swallowed the vile that had formed at the back of my throat before violently throwing it across the room. I didn't want to start a new shitty school.
I suddenly felt suffocated in my room and needed to get outside for some fresh air. I pulled on a pair of broken down sneakers and pulled my hoody tightly to my chest before running down the stairs and out the front door. The cool air of Beacon Hills hit me hard and I had to take a moment to compose myself. I let my body adjust to the weather and then jumped down the porch steps. I didn't have to look to know my Mom was watching me through the blinds. She knew to not disturb me when I was in one of my moods. I didn't know where I was going nor did I care. I followed the path that led me to some woods. I stopped short taking in my surroundings. Tall trees gathered together and the smell of earth crawled up my nostrils as I exhaled sharply. Wind grazed my face and slowly rain began to form pounding my cheeks and nose. I pulled my hood over my head and began to walk through the woods, remembering where the exit was.
The sky darkened and I held myself tightly to keep warm as I trudged through the damp leafs. Every step made a loud crunch and I saw my sneakers were covered in thick mud. I almost laughed, Mom's going to love mud stains in her new carpet. I heard a noise in the nearby bushes and froze. I suddenly felt this overwhelming feeling that I was not alone.
I found that I could not force my feet to move any further so instead I turned around, squinting my eyes as I scanned the bush. It was raining so much by now, I could barely see anything. Putting it down to just an animal, I spun around and nearly had a heart attack. My body collided into something hard and it knocked all the breath out of me. I sunk my feet deeper into the mud so I did not fall over before looking up at a pair of hard green eyes glaring at me. Those green eyes belonged to a sexy male with a chiselled jawline, slight stubble and beautifully sculpted lips. I was no longer breathing heavily from the collision.
He stared down at me and I instantly felt threatened. If he wasn't so attractive looking, I would have ran away by now. I went to speak but he got in there first.
"You shouldn't be here, its private property" He crossed his arms over his chest and I tried to divert my eyes to anywhere other than his biceps. He caught me looking and was not amused.
"I'm sorry I didn't know" I muttered, wiping my wet fringe out of my eyes so I could see him more clearly. His white t-shirt clung to his muscular body and I nearly died.
Without changing his expression he spoke "Well now you do" there was an awkward silence and I felt like this was my queue to leave but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to.
There was a slight change in his expression when he realised I wasn't going to leave yet, I couldn't quite sense what it was.
"You should go girls shouldn't be alone in the woods at night" I couldn't work out whether he was suggesting that there were dangers out in the woods or that he himself was dangerous. That thought made me shiver.
His eyes quickly looked me up and down, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Without saying another word I turned on the balls of my feet and followed the path to the exit of the woods, constantly turning around in case he was following me. When he was out of sight, I ran as fast as I could, the rain hitting me hard in the face making it difficult to see. I tripped over a few tree stumps and when I found the road that led me home, relief overwhelmed me. I wanted to kiss the pavement.
Before going inside my home, I leant on the front door taking in a few harsh breaths. Questions ran circles in my mind. Who was that guy? Why was he so protective of the woods? Was he watching me the whole time? I didn't even want to know the answer to the last one that thought made me uneasy.
I nearly fell on my face, when my Mom opened the front door. Concern and annoyance crossed her features. Her eyes scanned my entire body and when they reached my feet she almost growled.
"Take those shoes off before you come in, your dinner is ready and I think we need to talk" With that she turned around and stalked off into the direction of the dining room. I yanked my shoes off, leaving them on the porch before tugging off my damp clothes. I was left in a strap top and leggings.
Closing the front door and locking all the bolts, just in case that strange man had decided to follow me home, I made my way into the dining room.
Bread rolls and pasta greeted me on a plate. My stomach rumbling informed me that I was hungry, so I sat down and began to scoff down my food. My Mom sat opposite me, chewing with her eyes darted towards her plate. I knew she was thinking about what she was going to say to me.
Sighing I spoke first "I just went for some fresh air; I didn't get killed did I?" Her head snapped up and I flinched at the look she gave me.
"You cannot just run off every time things don't go your way Nora" I hated the way she said my name, like I was smaller than her.
"I went for a walk" I corrected her and this had only annoyed her more.
"Say you had been kidnapped or worse killed? I would not be able to forgive myself, you are in a new town and you are not familiar with your surroundings..." I zoned out of her rant, shovelling more pasta into my mouth so I didn't have to say anything.
"You aren't even listening to me" My Mom slammed her hand down onto the table and I couldn't help but shoot back into my chair.
I composed myself and leant forward "What?" I groaned, I wasn't going to sit here and listen to her moan at me.
"You do not care do you? I brought you up better than that Nora; ever since we've got here you've been sour and bitter towards me. You haven't even given it a chance!"
"Maybe because I don't want to" I shot back, getting bored of explaining myself to her. She had taken me away from everything I lived for. I would never forgive her for that.
"I don't understand" All of a sudden her facial expression changed and she looked sad. I wasn't going to allow her to make me feel guilty.
I shot up holding my plate of food I no longer wanted before saying "I have school tomorrow, I'm going to bed" I flung my plate into the sink and stormed upstairs.