So I know I posted a chapter yesterday, but I had this one all finished, so I wanted to share it with you guys. Remember, I do not publish a new chapter unless I get at least one review. I'd prefer it if I got more than one, but one is the absolute minimum for a new chapter to be published. I honestly don't care what you say about it-it can even be something like 'I can't wait till the next chapter' Okay, sorry for rambling on a bit. Also, I just wanted to let you know that I started taking latin at school, and the title of this story is a latin word. I realize that I have been pronouncing it all wrong. Instead of Cah-veer like I've been pronouncing it, it is actually pronounced cah-where. Yeah, in Latin, v's are pronounced as if they were a w. Interesting, right? Also, I wanted to let you know that this is the last chapter before Sam and Dean return. So stay tuned! Also, the title of this chapter is just a song that I really think you all should check out. I might just put those kind of things when I don't feel like coming up with a good chapter name.
~Kilakia
It takes me a while to adjust to living with the werewolves. Sam and Dean weren't wrong, though. These are easily the nicest people I've ever met. They have so much love in their hearts, and they're so accommodating. The entire time I was getting settled in, they asked me if there was anything I needed.
The first few days, it was nearly impossible not to call Dean's cell phone. I'd pick up the house phone, dial the number, and then hang up before the first ring. I am positive that Garth and Bess noticed, but they never said anything. I'm glad that they didn't say anything-it wouldn't have been easy for me if they had said anything. I would have probably broken down or denied it or done something crazy like that.
I learn a lot more than I thought I could about werewolves. I thought they were all monsters, but Garth and his family show me that I'm completely wrong. There just as human as humans are, and they're even better in some ways. They realize the things that are wrong about them, and try their best to overcompensate for it. It's kind of beautiful, actually.
The food situation isn't as bad as I feared it would be. I don't have to eat meat every night-they made sure to have other stuff specifically for me. The good thing is that whenever I want something really good, I don't have to worry about anyone else taking my food.
They don't make me go to school until almost two weeks after I arrive. I try to protest and keep from going, but they're extremely insistent. I hate that I have to go, but I guess they're right. It'd been over six months since I last went to school (granted, part of that time was summer vacation) but still.
It's my first day in Junior High, and I'm terrified. Garth and Bess specifically tell me not to put a knife or gun in my backpack, because everything will be fine. They don't mention the fact that I'll get expelled if anyone finds it in there, but I do know that they're thinking it. I'm not an idiot-I know that I'll get expelled for having weapons at school. That doesn't stop me from packing a gun in the bottom of my backpack and putting an angel blade in my boot. I need to be able to defend myself if something tries to attack me.
Bess packs me a chicken sandwich, a bag of potato chips, and some carrots, for lunch. I appreciate it, although I don't think I'll actually eat it. I just don't feel like I'll actually be hungry today.
I get dropped off in front of the faded ugly oat yellow building. I walk to my first class-science, which is on the far end of the building. I make sure to introduce myself before people start coming in, because I don't want the teacher making a big deal about the new student. I tell the teacher, who's a rather nice looking, middle-aged woman, that I'm the new student. She asks if my name is Skylar Winchester. I don't know why, but just that little thing nearly tears a hole in my heart. They put my name as Skylar Winchester. How does that nearly kill me?
I don't understand what's going on at all in the first two classes I have (science and history). I just pretend like I do, because I don't want to seem like an idiot. I mostly ignore the people around me, and just try to do my work.
People try to talk to me almost the entire day, but I ignore them. The one time that someone annoys me enough to the point where I have to talk to them, I sort of lose it. "What do you want from me?" I ask the person.
"You haven't said anything all day," the girl says, shrugging.
"You want to know why? My parents died, so I moved in with my uncles, who I love more than my parents. They couldn't take care of me, so I'm living with my mom's distant cousin," I tell her, and walk away angrily.
Pretty soon the rumor that my parents were murdered (somehow people drew that conclusion from the fact that they're dead) had spread around the whole school. People were smart enough to stay away from me, at least. I think the fact that my parents were murdered turned people away.
I go through the whole day, being alone for the most part. I don't talk to anyone, and very few people talk to me. I'm trying to give off this vibe of 'don't talk to me or I'll kill everything you love.' I think I pull if off rather nicely, actually. I'm rather good at the death stare, because I'm awesome.
Bess picks me up in her red acura. She asks me how my day's gone so far, and I give her a general response, and tell her what she wants to hear. Truth is that I was miserable the entire day, but I'm not going to tell her. It's not her fault that I'm miserable, or that I miss Sam and Dean more than anything in the whole world. I can't tell her that I miss them, because then I'll seem weak, and I might hurt her feelings. I don't want that at all.