Sammantha Lewis
Haunted
the wallflower
Avery
The rain poured down on my face as I ran threw the woods. My fiery red hair clung to my, and the rain beaded of my leather jacket. I didn't remember anything. Not where I was or how I got here I only knew I needed to get away.And then I saw it, the mangy Mexican Gray wolf that haunted my every dream. The wolf's black eyes bore into me as I stood there frozen with the rain pouring down on me.The wolf lowered its ears at me and bared it's teeth. I gasped and started running in the opposite direction. That was completely foolish of me.
The wolf ran after me as I urged my legs to run faster. Of course with my luck I tripped over a tree root. I tried to get up but had become crippled by a broken bone. Why out of all times to break my leg, I broke it when I was in a life or death situation. The wolf had found me and was now right in front of me. I took an arrow out from my quiver, and loaded the bow. I pulled back, and prepared to shoot. The dark brown wolf crouched down and prepared to lunge at me. I covered my face and braced my self for the pain, but it never came. I looked up to see the Mexican wolf to be gone and a beautiful Yukon wolf in front of me. It's fur was a busted golden color that matched perfectly with with his stunning golden eyes that bore threw me. What astonished me was his size.
Yukon were considered to be the largest wolf subspecies, and usually grew to be about five to seven feet long (head-to-tail). However this one looked to be nine feet long and almost four feet tall. I shuddered when he began to move towards me. I trembled as he walked towards me thinking the worst. The wolf laid down next to my broken done and began to like it. I watched in amazement and the ugly discoloration faded and the bone moved back into place. I stared at my leg in amazement as I moved it back and forth. It was healed 100% as if it was never broke. I looked up to see the golden wolf leaving.
Beep Beep Beep Beep
I moaned as my eyes fluttered open to see my alarm clock. The clock read 5:45 a.am Mon. Sept.29.11. I dragged my hand over the top of the clock and hit sleep. I swung my feet over the side of the bed and walked to my closet. I starred at my closet that contained seven shirts, four pans, and three jackets. The typical wardrobe of a foster kid and wallflower. I grabbed an cream colored tank top that had the declaration of Independence text covering it. I slipped on a pair of worn out jeans with holes at the knees and a simple gray jacket. I then laced my navy blue sneakers that had seen better days. I walked into the bathroom and did my morning routine. I stared in the mirror at my newest bruise under my eye and covered it with makeup. I then starred at my reflection and wondered what to do with my hair. I sighed and reached for the brush and simply brushed it and walked out of the bathroom. I was revealed when I heard silence in the house, which meant Cathy and Ben were at work. However that meant Terrence was still home. I grabbed an apple and my back pack and headed out the door. I wanted to avoid Terrance as much as possible. I ran down the block when I saw Mike's feed truck role by. I ran and hopped on the back. My legs hung over the back of the truck as he drove me to school. I sat amongst the bails of hay and chicken feed.
My name is Avery Crawford. I am seventeen years old and live Port Angels, Washington state. My skin is a pale white and blemish free, however my my cheeks and nose are decorated with many freckles. I have natural vibrant red hair with light emerald green eyes. I am almost 5'4 and extremely petite and am often mistaken to be fourteen or thirteen. I am also curvaceous with a slender waist and an average B cup breasts. Overall I am quite beautiful, and some girls do envy me. However I prefer to be unnoticed, a loner, invisible, a complete wallflower. I yearn for friends. I truly do. I want to laugh like the others, and be a normal teenage girl. However Cathy has mad it clear she does not want me to have friends. She is not the only reason it is hard to make friends when whenever you touch them your see their past and their future. It is exhausting at some times and at others I get migraines. That is not my only "gift" I can read peoples minds when I choose to and can see the dead. That is my least favorite, they come to me asking for help to move. They will send me visions of their death and their last thoughts. and then they will have me preform a blessing to help them move on. Some times they will ask me to write and letter to a love one. Only twice they have told me the name of the murderer and I some how became a witness in a murderer case. I the first part back, I do have one friend , but she is not living. Her name is Angela she is sixteen and died in a fire before they built my currant home. I have offered to help her move on but she says their is nothing their and wishes to stay with me. She is always with me.. somewhere.
I was sent her when I was thirteen after me last foster mother passed away from a heart attack. I never met my real mother , apparently she had me when she was fifteen and did want an abortion, so she gave up for adoption. I currently live with my foster mother Cathy Paterson, my foster dad Ben Paterson, and my perverted foster brother Terrance Paterson. If you were to drive by our small one story house, it would appear normal and quaint with it's Spanish tile roof, white stucco, a porch swing, and the lavender growing in front of the house. However that is not the case. Behind that red painted door is something eerie and unpleasant. The beating- the beatings are the worst. I do not know why they beat me. I sometimes think it is because I am an outsider. it often happens when the adults come home drunk, or had a bad day at work. Even Terrance, he was sweet to me at first but when I refused him he started making vulgar comments about my body, and then he started acting like his parents. To my family I am just there to blame for everything that is bad in life, and a way of income. They only took me in for the money. I have never seen the money they get to use to take care of me. They use it on booze and gambling money. Never me. I work my ass off at the book store. I hopped of the back of the truck and yelled,
"Thanks Mike!" He then waved back at me.
I walked into the parking lot of Port Angels High School, and tried my best not to touch anyone. No one minded me or even looked my way, that is how I wanted it. I liked not having o worry about being liked or dislike. I couldn't be, because no one knew me. Barley anyone knew my name. I walked into the school building my locker was conveniently located next to my homeroom. I unlocked my locker and shoved several textbook into my lockers and grabbed my novel. I then walked to my first class. When I opened the door only few people looked at me. I slid into my seat that was in the fifth row against the wall. I pulled out my book and began to read. the book was Evermore I enjoyed it because the main character , Ever Bloom, was like me. A teenage girl struggling with an unwanted gift and is in contact with a ghost. The only difference was she missed her family, but I couldn't miss mine. She had a stare crossed lover who would who chased her threw many lives, love was not an option for me. She had friends. In short I would trade my life for hers in a heartbeat.
We herd the rev of a motorcycle and the entire class looked out the window. There he was Jericho,Levi riding his silver Honda CBF1000 Motorcycle. He was on the cross country team , and was the captain of the basketball and soccer team. I figured that he liked to play at least one sport all season. As well as a VIP member of the "It" crowd. He wasn't a bully, he was charismatic kind hearted but even one like him. Although he could be a total ass. He had a very short temper. Most people loved him. I was on the fence about him. To me he was confusing, he hung out with people he didn't even like, he would say sweet thing on second and punch you the next, plus he seemed to be incapable of not ditching. I made sure to stay clear of him. There we very few who didn't like him, but guaranteed he was on someones hit list. He was 6'4 with broad muscles and long legs. He had an angled jaw and a strait nose. He had dark dirty blond hair that was in short locks, and beautiful mesmerizing teal eyes. I stared out the window as he got of his bike and was greeted b
y his friends Allen, and Tyler. Tyler wrapped his arm around him and said something that made them all laugh. When Maverick, your stereotypical football jock, came up to them the went silent. Even from where I was you could see the anger boiling in Jericho. Jericho came up to him and pushed at his chest to tell him to scram. I wanted to laugh at how short he was compared to Jericho. Maverick looked to be about 5'11. He walked away from the three boys and into the school building. Jericho looked frustrated and walked in as well. Five minuets before the bell rang I saw Maverick walk into the classes. Unfortunately for me he was in half of my classes. Jericho and Allen walked into the classroom as well. Jericho and Allen were in all of my classes, and Tyler was in two. I tried to keep my eyes fixed on my book while The three boys took their seats. I knew that Maverick sat in the corner by the window and the other two sat in the front with the "It" crowd. I just prayed to God that today would not be a repeat of world war II with those three. That was the reason I sat on the opposite side of the room from them. I thanked God when class started.
Mr. Jennings was a sweet middle aged man with a balding head. Him and his wife were my favorite teachers. Mr. Jennings was the perfect Chemistry teacher.
"Good morning class, let's start with attendance. When I call your name say here or raise your hand." He stared at the list.
"Gail, Alvarez."
"here."
"Carter ,Blanch."
"Present."
"Linda, Cáo."
"Here!"
"Avery, Crawford." I raised my hand.
"You know if you keep this up you can get a perfect attendance award." He asked me. I only smiled at him and went back to my book, as he continued to take attendance.
"Okay lets review for the quiz." He said as he started to lecher us on ions, electrons, and compound elements. I didn't need to pay attention. I already knew the answers to the quiz. A props on being a medium. Before I knew it a scantron was placed in front of me along with a packet. As soon as I touched the test letter "B" repeatedly flashed through my head. That was weird. The answers usually come to me in a vision or I see a replay of the lecture. I looked down at the test in confusion. The answers were all "B" I stared up at Mr. Jennings, who must have gotten bored and decided to make all the answers "B" to throw us off. I filled in the letter "B" in a strait row. I then got up and handed the test to Mr.Jennings. I was extremely careful not to touch him. I then walked back to my desk and started to draw. I gasped as I looked down to see what I had drawn. I had drawn the two wolves from my dreams. I glanced up to the clock to see that I had another twenty minutes in class.
"Pencils down. I will be back with the scantrons ,and you can see your grade." Mr. Jennings got up and left the room. As soon as he left the class room erupted in to pandemonium. People were throwing things, shouting, and some were running around the room. It was a three minuet party. I focused on my drawing and ignored them completely. My pencil skid across the sheet of paper as it was suddenly lifted into the air.
"W-" was all I managed to say until my breath caught in my through when I say Maverick smirking down at me. Why was he even giving me the time of day? I have never even said a word to him.
"So you like wolves?" He said with venom in his voice. I stared at the floor and refused to meet his eyes.
"Why the hell are you drawing something like this? You weirdo." I herd snickers around the room. I have managed to go unnoticed until now. I could fell the twenty nine pairs of eyes staring at me. I wanted to disappear right then and there. The spot light felt uncomfortable ,and made my stomach twist and turn.
"Well? Are you just going to sit there?" He said. I just wanted it to end. I herd footsteps make their way towards us. Please God not another one. I was surprised when I saw my sketchbook in front of me. I looked up with wide eyes when I see Jericho death glaring Maverick.
"Leave her alone Maverick. No one likes a dick." He said. He pushed Maverick back and away from me. He then looked down at me,
"Be careful who you draw in front of." He said before he walked back to his seat. A boy yelled the Mr. Jennings was coming back. As if on queue he walked in with the scantrons in hand.
"Before I pass them back I must say I was disappointed in all of you except for one. Avery, you had a perfect score and got the bonus question spot on. as for the rest of you you should see me after class to retake the quiz." He said. I really wish that I had flunked the quiz. That would mean I wold be less in the spotlight, and would have to go home later.
"Nerd!" I herd Maverick yell. What was his problem today? It is like all of a sudden I was his target. I leaned back in my seat and spaced out the rest of the class. When the bell rang I hoped up and raced out of the class.
I went to my locker and put my science book in my locker. My locker was suddenly slammed and I was roughly turned around by my hood. I was now face-to-face with my devil spawn foster brother, Terrance.
"What do you want?" I asked him. he was to close for comfort. He smirked at me and said,
"You already know that." He leaned in and blew into my ear. I shuddered with disgust.
"Knock it off Terrance or I'll call CPS." I told him he laughed at me.
"I doubt they would believe you." I search the crowd of students for help. That's when I saw Angela standing in the hall way as people unknowingly walked threw her. I locked eyes with her and she understood fully what we were going to do. Angela placed her hands on his shoulders and I placed mine on his chest.
"I said stop!" I yelled at him. Angela sent him flying but to bystanders it looked like I pushed him. I grabbed my stuff and ran down the hall.
"Bitch get back here!" I herd him yell after me. I ran as fast as I could down the hall trying to make it to my next class. Someone pulled my backpack and threw me to the floor. I skid and slammed against some lockers. When my eyes came into focus I saw Terrance towering over me.
"Never run from me." He hissed. I wanted to move but I was to scared. Was he really going to hit me in front of all these people?
"I- I'm sorry. Please don't." I begged him on the brink of tears. He laughed at me.
"No your not." He said. I watched in fear as He raised his hand. As he swung down some one caught it. I looked up to see non other then Jericho fuming with anger at Terrance.
"What the hell is your problem, jackass!" Jericho said. He let go of his hand and glared at him.
"Well?" He asked. Terrance grumbled and walked off.
"See you at home ,Avery." Was all he said before walking away. I came back to reality when I saw a hand in front of my face.
"Need help?" He asked. I stared at his hand. I really do not want to touch him. I do not feel like going to the nurses office because of a migraine.
"Just take it." He said. I didn't want to be rude so I took it. A static shock raced up my arm and my skin felt on fire. I stared at him wide eyed. Not because of the spark, but because I am making full contact but have not had a vision. I met his stunning teal eyes to see that he too was in shock.
wyrd
Jericho
I stared at her in shock as she did the same. I have heard of this feeling before. It meant I found my mate. My mate was Avery, Crawford. She was beautiful. I knew very well who she was. She had a reputation as a wallflower. She liked to stand in the back ground and go unnoticed, but with her florescent orange hair that was impossible. She was a foster kid and came here from Portland, Organ. She somehow ended up living with Terrance, Paterson. He was a sick twisted kid who did shit like torture animals. I pitted Avery, and so did most people.
Then realization dawned on me like I was being run over by a 18 wheeler. My mate was Avery, Crawford: The wallflower, The doormat, and and the universe's punching bag. My mate lived in a complete hell hole. Any home of the Paterson had to be torture. I tried to avoid Terrance as much as possible. He just liked to pick fights. Then there was Avery she worked at the book store non stop, and I often saw her at church...alone. She was pure perfection. She was beautiful, smart, independent, an
d innocent. She already has a screwed up life, why should I make it worse. I should just walk away and pretend I never saw her.
No don't do that!she's Mine! Mate!
My wolf yelled in the back of my mind. I snapped back to the present when Avery put her hands on my face and stared at me intently. What was she doing? This was not helping me at all! I stared at my reflection in her stunning green eyes. I herd snickering coming from behind us.
"What are you doing?" I asked as she pulled my check. She stared at me with a confused look on her face. It was beyond adorable. I suddenly had the urge to hold her.
"Avery?" Suddenly she snapped back to reality. She gasped and her cheeks turned about as red as her hair. Her hands dropped from my face and she ran down the hall. Allen came up to me laughing.
"Holly shit, what was that about? You looked like you were going to eat Terrance. It was fucking hilarious." He said. Soon Tyler came up to me as well.
"Dude, what was that for?"
"What was what?" I asked him.
"The redhead..." He said in a duh tone.
"I couldn't let him just hit her."
"Yup, St. Jericho." Tyler teased.
"She's a freaken door mat dude. Yeah she jets picked on." Allen pointed out. I looked over at her as she turned the corner, and she looked back at me.
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