How to Escape From Boading School
Abby turned around to get one last look at her school. She was finally leaving this crap stock. No more crappy tests, or crappy cheerleaders, or the color pink. Going to an all girls school was horrible. She was not a cheerleader or a singer or horseback rider. Abby was a hunter. She was the kind of girl who always had her nails painted black and jelly bracelets on her wrists. She wore jeans instead of short skirts, t-shirts from Hot Topic instead of tank-tops, and Doc Martens instead of flats or heals.
While everyone listened to Hannah Montana or the Jonas Brothers, Abby listened to Metallica and AC/DC and most of all Led Zeppelin. She was the outcast of the school. The teachers didn't like her and the other girls didn't like her. She had her own dorm because her roommate thought her posters were"scary." What wimps. She thought as she got in her '62 Pontiac that Bobby had sent up for her birthday.
She put the radio on, pulled her black hair into a ponytail, and drove off with her finger in the air. Making a fake call to the school was the best thing she's ever done. She couldn't go home to Bobby yet. First, she wanted to travel a little. Abby knew the best place to get any fake I.D. It was only a few hours from here in New Jersey. Abby's dad used to go there all the time to get a new I.D. The people who owned the place where old family friends, so she would get the I.D.'s for free.
It had gotten dark and Abby really needed sleep. She was somewhere in the middle of New York and there was a motel just a few miles ahead. She parked her car and opened the glove compartment, looking for her I.D. that her History teacher had made for her. Many things happened between her and him, but I'm not going to get into that; it was pretty illegal what they did. She grabbed her duffle and rented a room. While she was walking to her room, she thought she saw the familiar Impala, but she just ignored it and went to her room.
"Dean! How could you let Sam go out? He's twelve for crying out loud. I can't believe you. That vampire was so close to biting him." John yelled at Dean. Dean just stood there embracing the screams, hoping nobody heard this. Dean knew he was wrong for letting Sam go for a walk, but Sam was really getting on Dean's nerves. Twelve year old boys were such a pain.
"You're so lucky he's okay. What if the vampire did bite him? What would you do? Either you or I would have had to decapitate him. How would you have felt if you had to cut your own brothers head off? God Dean, you could be such an idiot sometimes." John continued as he held Sam close to his chest, holding him as if there was nothing else to live for.
"I'm so sorry, Dad. I- I- I didn't know. It won't ever happen again." Dean said, on the edge of crying. Dean knew he wouldn't cry though. He had to show his Dad he was a man. John couldn't stand being in this town anymore.
"Pack your stuff and get in the car. I don't want another word from you." John started to pack the guns in his bag. Sam just sat on the bed, still in shock from what had happened not even ten minutes ago. He winced when he heard Dean slam the door. Sam knew it would be a very uncomfortable ride to the next town.
Dean threw his stuff in the trunk and slammed the door shut. He hated fighting with his dad. He stood outside letting the freezing January air hit his face. The trees behind him rustled and he scanned the parking lot making sure no one was there. Someone was.
It was a girl. She was walking out of her room to her car. She had black curly hair that went to her shoulders. Her arms were bare and long. She had muscular legs. Dean could see her full breasts as she pushed her hair from her face. There was this feeling inside of him. He felt like he knew her, but he didn't know anybody in Tennessee. She scanned the parking lot before opening her door. Dean walked over to her, but she got in her car and drove off before he reached her. "Abby?" Dean said puzzled as he watched her go off.