When we first met, I had no clue about how important you're going to be to me.
"Mom?!" I yelled, "Where is my blue t-shirt?The plaid one!" with my scottish accent. I could always find everything in our old house in a second, but when I was twelve we moved from a beautiful Scottish village to this town Kansas. "In your closet, the top shelve!" yelled back mom from downstairs kitchen. She, like me had pure Sottish accent, but my dad, being American had an Amrican one.When he and mom married, they moved to a nice Scottish village, got me and then after twelve years dad got promoted and here we landed. In five years of living here I didn't loose my accent, but I did stop using, Scottish words. I opened the closet doors, threw some chlotes over my shoulder, until I got to the shirt. I put it on and looked in the mirror. My green eyes pierced through the dark ginger slightly curled hair, that hanged loose over my shoulders. I took my bag, the one that hangs over one shoulder and lands on the waist on the other side of the body, and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. I looked at the digital clock on the fridge. I said bye to mom, kissed her cheek and ran outside just as the bus got here right on time. It was cloudy today, and quite windy. The door opened and a bit over-weight, light haired woman said "Heya Amy! How are ya'?". I smiled and said "Hi Joy! I'm okay, you?". "Oh I'm fine, looks like we got company now." she said. Joy is an amazing woman, with four kids, single mom, who's been driving me to high school with the school bus for the last four years. The first day of my high school, was when she started driving the bus, and she got here too early, like me, so we got time to meet each other, after that it just became a routine. So I had like 30 minutes before she picked up the other people to just do anything in the bus. I usually ate my breakfast here. I got on the bus and looked to see who's the new early-bird. It was a new person, I don't think I ever saw him. He had light brown hair, pretty green eyes, a dark leather jacket and overall looks that made me out of his league. But it was inevitable, I had to talk to him, since he had taken my seat. As I closed in on him, I noticed he was drawing something. "Sorry I really don't want to disturb you, but you're basically sitting on my seat." I said to him. He looked at me, gave me a killer grin and said "Sorry didn't know. Hi, I'm Dean Winchester." then he offered me his hand as he got up. "Hi I'm Amy McGrath." I said and I shook it. Well hello there muscles. I sat down on my seat and said something I regreted the moment after I said it "Would you like to take the seat next to me?". He grinned again and sat down. "So you're Scottish right?" he asked me, and I answered" Yeah and no. My mom is Scottish and my dad is American, we lived in Scotland every since they got married. When I was twelve my dad got promoted and we moved here.". I now saw what he was drawing. It was a lycanthrope, it even said so in the title, but yeah he was quite an awesome drawer. "So you're into supernatural? Nobody who isn't can spell Lycanthrope right." I asked him, he choked down a chuckle and said "Yeah kind of. Call it a family trait. I sort of had experience with it.". And as he realised he said something that he shouldn't. What the hell did he mean with it?