FOR MY WONDERFUL PARENTS
MY BEAUTIFUL SISTERS
AND FAMILY MEMBERS EVERYWHERE.
BUT ALSO FOR THE TWO BEST GRANDDADS
x REST IN PEACE x
The Timber Wolves: Lone Wolf
Moving to a new school can be tough, I can barely say I survived the first few years in my many, many, schools abroad. My new school was Bambrick High, it was a college like no other, as it prided itself on being the best school in the country. The students at this school were the best of the best. However, these were only the reasons my parents wanted me to go, I wanted to go because it meant I would be captain of the football squad, to be popular, I would be cool. Whom I kidding though I've never been any of those things, my parents move around so much, that I don't even get a chance to make friends. They've moved me from America to Australia, from Japan; Tokyo, to France; Paris, to Rotherham, England, where I now reside in my bedroom sulking.
My room was at the very top of the house, the attic, or the perfect escape as my parents so called it. Its white walls and duck blue feature wall made it look girly and far too bright. The bedding was a kaleidoscope of blues which striped horizontally across the bed, only just reaching the end of the mattress. It was way too early in the morning for me to be awake, but how could I sleep? A new school meant a new start for me, a chance to be remembered, not at the boy who left, but as me, Aidan White. What a boring name indeed.
My clock flashed six thirty-nine on my bedside table. It wasn't fair the one time I wanted time to fly and it seemingly stood stock still. I smirked remembering the time I threw my clock at the wall, when I was six, only to get away with it when I smiled up at my dad saying, 'I only wanted time to fly', that was a good memory- everything was good- until I turned 10. Then my parents had to go and ruin our almost perfect, but ever so hectic lives, by telling me I was adopted. I couldn't say I was surprised, my dark hair contradicted my mum's straight blond hair and my dads' messy blond curls. In fact, everything about me was different compared to them, my temper and their calm, my piercing cheekbones, and pale skin, to their round faces, and brown tan, which they managed to keep all year round while we lived in Melbourn, Australia.
They were just so kind. From what they told me, my parents left me for dead, and no one knows who they are, where they are, or literally anything about them. So basically everything I do know about me is made up. My birthday, fake, my parents, fake, my family, fake, even my boring old name was given to me by someone other than my parents. And honestly, that scares me because my entire life is a lie, one great big whopping lie.
You know what though, today will be different because today is a fresh start. Fresh as a daisy, fresh as coconut, I take a deep breath of beautiful, wonderful, fresh air- I really need to take a shower.
The hot water cascades over my skin as I finally prepare for the day. As I turn the nozzle off and pull my towel around me I inhale the steam clearing my senses. My arm hairs prick as the cold rush of air from the bathroom window mixes with the warm steam.
My clothes, which I pulled from the wardrobe quickly, consisted of black jeans, a white shirt, and a bottle green jumper. A proper uniform. Compared to most schools abroad the English uniform sucks. In America I never had to wear a uniform, however in America, we lived out in the middle of no-where; Wolf-trap, Virginia was exactly what it said, a trap. However, there was no school uniform. Win.
I amble downstairs just as it turns seven, perfect timing, I smile, new day same old routine. My point is proved, if only to me, as I'm greeted by the familiar smell of pancakes wafting in from the kitchen. 'Ooh, America you'd have been a great place to settle down if only it wasn't for all those calories'.
"You seem happy today," my Mum greets me, her hair glowing golden as the morning sun blesses her with its presence. Positive weather to dispel negative thoughts, nothing works better.
"How could I not be? A new day, a new beginning, la di da." I grin at her wolfishly.
"Don't get snarky with me mister, just because your getting older doesn't mean you can get funny, you've had plenty of time for that, how old are you now hmm 15," 'oh no, not this again, for Petes' sake'.
"Mum," I whine, "you know I'm nearly 17."
"Don't whine at me, and 'nearly 17', you know what your father says, talk like a child get treated..."
"... like a child, I know I know." My dad was always saying phrases like that, as if we hadn't heard it all before. We giggle in unison, fond memories plaguing our minds. "Where is Papa?" I say in my fake American accent. Mum gives me 'that' look. I have the decency to cringe as much as her at my antics.
"Work." She replies bluntly.
'Ah' I think, 'today's going to be one of those days'. Now, my dad is a genius, well he's an estate agent, but he is the reason we move about so much. Something I managed to complain about endlessly while also having the time of my life. You see, once my dad sees a house he wants, whether it be around the block, or across the pond, or two, or three, he gets that house. It drives mum up the walls sometimes, I can't blame her. We'll settle in Brooklyn, after finishing selling in Queens, and then all of a sudden it's, 'I've just found the perfect house, it's just a hop, skip, and quite a big jump, cuddle your koala bear we're off to Australia'.
"By the way, what on earth are you wearing?" Mums turn to grin wolfishly.
"What do you mean?"
"That formal monstrosity, are you going to an interview or something?" Has she seriously forgotten today's my first day? Could she even forget such a thing?
"No, mum, it's college, today," she stares at me blankly. I'm worried now.
"Dad didn't give you the leaflet, did he?" she outwardly sighs in exasperation.
"What leaflet," I croak, my throat dry as she rummages through a draw, she pushes a screwed up piece of folded paper towards me. It read: 'Bambrick High, a college boarding society, proven to get the best out of your child.'
'Boarding... Society...' What the f...
That wasn't even the worst underneath in bold were the words: 'no uniform required'. "What am I wearing then?"
"One of your dads jokes, say cheese," I look up just in time to be blinded by a bright flash.
"I'm too old for this shit," I mumble dramatically.
"Aiden White, watch your mouth," my mum smirks as I make a daft attempt to look down at my mouth, before whispering, 'I can't'. I receive a light tap on my arm, and a whispered apology before tucking into pancakes.
"Why didn't you tell me? I haven't even had a proper chance to say goodbye to dad, I need to get changed, I haven't even packed.
"Sweetie, do you know who I am?"
"Umm, no, let me call Sherlock, he'll know," another, slightly harder wack on the arm had me chuckling.
"I've had your bag packed since we arrived, where did you think all your good clothed had gone?"
"A French charity shop?" My mum snorts, it wouldn't be the first time my wardrobe had gone missing whilst moving from place to place, most of the time I just got new clothes to blend in with the new crowd.
"Why do I even have to board? This place is only like, one mile away."
"Because... why would you want to stop here if all your new friends will be there," she says, a little too quickly, I just nod my head, whatever it is, it isn't my place to butt in, I'll wait for her to tell me. "Right then, run along and get changed, we've got till 10 to get there, but I'd like to be quicker so we can get you signed in and stuff."
Well then, not to sound too excited or anything, but it seems like this year might actually be interesting. 'Oh sarcasm, you fickle mistress'.
A/N: Okay, so this is obviously just an introduction, and most characters you're all familiar with will be added next. The pace will quicken, so don't worry, there will be action. In my draft this does lean more towards the Vampire Diaries for characters, however Teen Wolf for content. Sooo um Vampire Diaries characters are basically Teen Wolf werewolves in this. Hopefully people like this idea 'cos I kinda have this all planned out. If you've read any of my previous work *cough cough* sorry, I've improved a lot since then and my writing will hopefully be longer *crosses fingers*. If you want more comment please, even criticisms, I want to improve so I can make good content :P.
I hope you enjoyed this -GM156