Nani's P.O.V.
I stood looking out the window toward my old home. True, Maryland wasn't that renowned to the rest of the world, didn't have that famous of a reputation, and was really small, but to me, its home.
And as of now, it was.
That was it, my last day in that small apartment that Niecie, my stepmother, and I called home.
"Do we really have to go? I mean, our life is great here. Why do we have to move all the way across the country to Washington?", I asked, pouting. I sighed heavily, the air ruffling my black bangs as they settled back over my eyes.
"Yes, we do. We're going to be so much better off there! I'm gonna have a better job, we'll have a bigger house, and you will make so many new friends!", Niecie said in her overly-exited voice.
"But I already have friends here! And your job is great and the apartment we live in is just big enough! Why would we need more space?! It just fi-"
"No! Not another word! Get your ass in the car, Nani, and I dont wana here another word about this! Do you hear me?", she yelled, her red fingernailed hand on her hip.
"Fine...", I seethed, flipping her off when she turned to get in the car.
The one thing I couldnt stand about her was her attitude. She just had one of the worst! Im happy that she adopted me those eight years ago, but she didnt have to hold it over my head as if it was my fault that she picked me!! I found out two years ago that she only did it because she got money from the government for me but she spent it on all those plastic surgeries, weekly make-overs, and shopping sprees. She didnt even like me-she liked money.
I got into the car, sure to sulk the whole way there, and put on my seatbelt. I also hated the fact that her car was one of those gas-guzzling trucks.
She started up the car and we pulled out of the drive way, leaving my home of eight years.
While we drove, she would put on make-up in the rear-view mirror at like every stoplight and to tell the truth, that was pointless; she looked the same every time!
This was only oneof the ways we were completely different.
She loved to shine and I was content with keeping to myself.
She loved to buy the world with whatever it took, and I stuck to the essential and necessary.
She was a super prep, and I was two pegs short of emo; not to say that I am.
I do dress mainly in black and other dark colors, but I do Not cut. I look like a mixture of black, Cherokee, Puerto Rican, and something else they hadn't mentioned back at the orphanage. I had shoulder length, layer-cut, black locks, with bangs that I frequently mussed from all my sighing. My onyx eyes with grey tones in them were said to be show stoppers, but who the hell would believe that? My caramel rose skin was always tinted with this annoying blush that my friends always teased me playfully about. Curves, as well as wide hips and voluptuous breasts were at my command but made it alot harder to shop at Hottopic when your ass didnt fit into most skinnies-thus goes for the cute tanktops too. I was about 5'5 now, and to me that was pretty short for a freshman.
My real name wasnt even Nani-truth was, I dont even know my real name, but I just go by Nani.
My step-mommy, on the other hand was a bleached blonde bitch! (Excuse my french.) She had orange skin, double D's, sharp red nails, and a patch on her nose from her latest nose job. I didnt hate her for those things though-i mean everyone has thier flaws. I hated the fact that she only kept me around when it was convinient for her and mooched off of my would-have-been college fund. I bet we were only there because she was going to go meet one of her special friends again!
Right about now I wish she would fall and shatter her boney ass, but that would have to wait till I could get over the matter at hand.
Were already on the highway and my stomach is already saying how much it dilsikes this much anger within me.
'Looks like Im really going to leave this place.....maybe I really will make new friends.', I though, sighing again as the wind from the open window whipped at my hair.
"Shut the hell up with all that sighing already!",Niecie screamed, making my temples throb.
It was a reeeeally long ride.
Jakes P.O.V.
Im taking a run out with the pack today to get some exercise.
'Not that we need the exercise...', I chuckled inwardly.
'Especially me! Just look at those buns and thighs!', Paul bragged, his tongue lolling out in a wolfish laugh.
I rolled my eyes at the obnixious comment but couldnt hold back my barking laugh.
'Hey close your mouth, your getting your drool all over my fur! I mean I am the prettiest of us all so I wanna keep it that way!'
I stopped in mid-laugh, just to burst out laughing at another one of Quil's smartass comments.
'What a bunch of morons.', Leah thought, as we bounded throught the trees.
Embry and Seth just snickered at us all.
We had been out for about an hour so far today but it was already five o'clock. It just felt good to run today. We came up near a highway, where peple passing throug usually come through. It was late September so noone was here on vacation or anything.
The sky was clear and the air seemed sweeter as I let out a howl of joy. It was a friday and school had let out only minutes before. I wasted no time in gathering up everyone for a quick run before dinner. Dad and I as well as the rest of the pack was going over to a special dinner tonig at Sam's. That must have explained his absence. He says a family friend is coming to visit Emily and him and he 'needed' us there.
No, Im not even kidding. He said it just like that.
Well no mater that, dinner was dinner and my hunger is that of a wolf right now.
But for now, its just time to run.
'Guys, come on. Its time for dinner.', Sam telepathically told us.
Well, apparently now wasnt anymore.
Today could only get better.