A/N: I got the idea from TheRabidWriter's Remade. I love that story and you should all check it out. This is also the prequel to the story I wrote on Wattpad. -Wolfy
"Chandra! Get up! Come on! It's time to wake up!" I heard my sister's sweet and slightly airy voice cry out as she shook me awake. "Five more minutes…" I mumbled tiredly, my hoarse, low voice paling in comparison to hers. "Up!" My sister exclaimed before she tore the sheets off of me. "Alright! Alright! I'm up!" I quickly sat up and… hit my head on the top of our shared bunk bed. The resulting clang echoed through the room along with my sister's gasp of terror. I groaned and rubbed the top of my pounding head. 'Great. Just what I need.' I thought. "Are you okay?" I heard my sister squeak in a concerned voice. My sister was always way too caring for her own good. She was a little on the short side, she was 5'4", and had curly light brown hair. Her eyes were a warm brown color and her skin was a light brown tone. She almost always wore a gold cross along with some comfortable, sporty clothing.
"I'm fine." I grumbled irritably as I got off the bed and stretched. "Good. Don't forget we have an English test today." I wanted to roll my eyes and I could almost see myself telling her that the only reason she only knew about it was because of me. I could feel the anger rise in my chest as I said in passive-aggressive tone, "You dumbass! The only reason you remembered is because of me but you don't even care!" But, of course, I kept my mouth shut about it. "I won't." I said quietly. "Good. Now hurry up and get ready so we can go eat!" She said before skipping downstairs. She always seemed to be in a happy mood which I found mildly irritating.
You could say that my sister and I are the direct representation of a yin and yang symbol. My sister is always happy and cheerful and a huge people person while I, on the other hand, am almost always painfully shy and I try to be alone as often as I can. I sighed and walked into my closet and pulled out a pair of plain jeans and an oversized, plain red t-shirt. I quickly threw the clothes on; made sure my tail went through the hole in the back of the pants, before waking into our shared bathroom.
I yawned again as I scratched the top of my head, just behind my left ear. I always loved to be scratched behind the ears. I grimaced as I looked at my messy raven black hair. Normally, it fell to the middle of my back and had nice, beachy curls in it naturally. Today though, it looked like the bride of Frankenstein did my hair. I rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a brush and quickly ran it through my hair, careful to avoid the wolf ears on top of my head. I then went downstairs to get breakfast. My mom, dad, and twin sister were already at the table and beginning to eat their breakfast. I took my normal seat next to my twin after I mumbled a good morning.
After breakfast, I grabbed my back-pack and hugged both my mother and father good bye. "Don't forget we're going for a moonlight run tonight and you'll be one of the babysitters for the pups." My mother called out as me and my sister left. "I won't mom!" I yelled back as we shut the door and started walking to school. I didn't really have to hide the fact that I was half-wolf from the rest of the town because everyone in it knew me and my family because we are one big pack. That's right we're a bunch of werewolves. Well, except for me because I have yet to transform, my mom says I'm a late bloomer. But I wouldn't be the only one in the family who wasn't a werewolf, take my brother Vampeezo, for example. He never turned into one, but that's a story for another time.
About half-way to our high school, my sister nudged me and whispered. "That car has been following us for a while now." I sighed. "You sure?" "Yes! And to make it even weirder no one in the pack has a car exactly like that! What if it's a hunter?" She insisted. I sighed again and glanced back at the car. It was completely black and seemed to be an old, high-end Mercedes. Its windows were completely tinted black and I could just barely make out two figures in the front seat of the car. "Maybe they're new members. Let's just get to school and worry about it later, ok?" She wasn't happy about it but went with it anyway.
As soon as we walked up to the school yard my sister was whisked away by her friends and I sat on a bench just outside the front door to the school. Our school was just like any other average school. You had your little cliques, mean girls, geeks, nerds, and jocks. You also had your nice teachers, your ok teachers, and your down right mean as hell teachers. Average lockers, halls decorated with school posters and such, assembly hall and all that other boring crap.
I pulled out my book and began to read while I waited for the bell to ring, it was the Cirque Du Freak: Tunnels of Blood that I was reading for the hundredth time. I tuned out the gossip and idiotic noises that the others were making as I became immersed in my book. I didn't have any friends at school, mainly because they were too scared to approach me because of the rumors that I was the devil's child and would one day proceed to kill people and tarnish the peaceful reputation that the whole clan of Loup-Garous had established. Ha! If only they could realize that I don't even have half of the courage to do that! When the bell finally rang, I put my book away and quickly went into the school and to my locker before the big rush came.