No one ever moves to my small town, especially in the middle of the semester. But more

No one ever moves to my small town, especially in the middle of the semester. But more than a few U-HAUL trucks were passing my road and still coming. Finally, just when I was getting curious, the line ended with a dark blue Ford F-150 pulling a trailer. Even in the faint morning light, I could see horses in the trailer. The horse farm-just a couple blocks over from us- was for sale. It was a huge ranch with rolling hills perfect for grazing horses. The yellow ranch house was surrounded by woods, which most of the town was. The town, Sunset Valley, was set right in the middle of a huge patch of forest. Not a lot of people knew about this place, since the major highway that leads out was a dirt road. Only a few people lived here, but most worked in the next town over, or online. The closest civilization was a small city, Wal-Mart being the biggest market in it. What would it matter with one more family in town? Besides, I wasnt even sure if they had a kid our age. Might just be a couple with some money wanting to live in a small town.I rolled my eyes at myself as I slipped on my favorite pair of sweatpants. I wouldnt talk to any new kid anyways-

Danny, get your ass down here and cook breakfast! Were starving just because you feel like sleeping in! I flinched at my fathers voice and squeaked audibly, although he couldnt hear it. I knew he didnt expect me to replying- since I never did.- but that meant I had at most thirty seconds, or less considering his mood, to get down there. So, I grabbed my shoes, and my bag filled with my school books and hurried down the stairs. When I stepped into the kitchen I was greeted with a hand to the cheek lightly, at least for my father. youre late, he growled.

I closed my eyes tight and nodded, touching my hot cheek with my cool fingers in hope to cool it down. It didnt help at all. I threw my stuff out onto the chair into the living room and glanced at my beautiful sister sitting expectantly at the kitchen table, applying hordes of makeup. She hardly looked at me before answering my unasked question. Eggs and yogurt. On the double, since you were late. She scowled quickly at me before going back to her makeup. I sighed lowly and nodded, getting out the skillet and placing it on the stove. I looked at her again as I got out the eggs.

She sighed irritably and rolled her eyes. Sunny side up, like always. She blinked her big, mascara clouded brown eyes to herself in the tiny mirror she held in front of her. She ran her fingers through her long curly highlighted blond hair and fluffed it up. She had perfect body that teenage guys loved, and showed it off a little too much. But the guys didnt seem to mind.

I fixed it exactly like she liked it, placing a cup of yogurt in front of her, only 80 calories of course, while I cooked the eggs. I made another for me, two for Father, and one for Mother I could hear her in the shower. I put them all on a plate, getting the four pieces of toast and two glasses of orange juice for my parents. I took the plate for Father and gave it to him, who accepted it without an ounce of thanks in his dark blue eyes that swarmed with anger just like a tornado. I placed Mothers on the empty place at the table, along with their two glasses. I ate mine quickly, hardly chewing and went into the living room to put on my tennis shoes. I pushed my straight chocolate brown bangs behind my ear although they didnt quite reach and tied my shoes. I flicked my hair behind my back as I stood. My eyes almost the exact same color as my hair, the same big brown eyes my sister had. Although I didnt cover my lashes with mascara, only a little something my mother made me do. I reached in my bag for my IPod, and, when I found it, plugged it in my ears. Putting the MP Player in my pocket, I slung my bag over my shoulder and rushed out the door. Walking to and from school was my favorite part of the day, since Destiney wouldnt bother giving me a ride. But I honestly didnt mind. It was only when the weather was bad that I would want a ride although I knew she would never give me one. She didnt want anybody at school knowing she was related to me, even though half of the school knew already. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the cool air nipping slightly at my skin, indicating the coming winter. The falling snow, the Christmas trees the cool weather...I loved it all.

When the loud voices and blaring horns interrupted my music, I knew I was already at the school. I looked up to see Destiny and he boyfriend, Jake making out just outside her car. I scowled and walked past them briskly, taking out my earphones and placing my iPod back into my bag. I walked up to my locker and slowly opened it. As I switched out my morning and afternoon notebooks, I heard a shoulder connect with the locker next to mine. I looked up to see Jakes dark blue eyes smirking down at me. The top of his black air was spiked up. I blinked at him, confused as to why he was here, looking as if he wanted to talk to me. Not that I would answer.

I closed my locker door and put my bag over my shoulder again, beginning to turn away. Jake grabbed my upper arm in a tight grip to stop me. I winced and froze in place.

Arent you going to say hit to me? He asked in a charming voice. I wanted to rip my arm from his grasp, but I was scared he would just do something worse.

I shook my head and closed my eyes. But they flew open as he pushed me up against the lockers, releasing my arm from his grip and instead placing it just above my head. His other arm held my waist, trapping me in. My heart hammered in my throat, fear gripping me in its tight claws. His eyes hungrily searched my body up and down, and his hand slid up under my shirt. My eyes flickered around for someone to help me, or a teacher to stop him.


Aw, cmon, thats not very polite. Just say something, anything. Cmon, virgin. He teased.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. It was something the whole school teased me about, something I was proud of. I didnt want to be anything like my family. Everything they did, I did the opposite. They curse, I dont. They take advantage of the opposite gender every time they can, I dont. Every word that comes out of their mouth is hurtful, so I just dont speak.

I pushed him away, something I knew I would regret later, but I didnt care. He scowled at me. I tightened my grip on my bag and took a step away when a shrill voice stopped me.

Danny, you whore, what do you think youre doing with my boyfriend! My sister, Destiny shrieked, stomping over to me. I flinched at her words and she pointed a perfectly manicured finger in my face. You are SO gonna get it tonight. She growled, huffed, took Jakes hand and led him away.My hands were already trembling when Jake looked back at me and winked before kissing Destiny on the head and pulling her tighter to him b wrapping his arm around her waist.

My hands were still shaking when I sat down at my empty table in U.S History class. Slowly, and steadily, I took my notebook out, opened it up to a new page and pulled out a pencil. The thoughts that were running through my mind were mot good, and scared me to death. My father punching me in the eye, in the stomach, kicking me everywhere his feet could reach. All of them ended with me bloodied, bruised, and defeated when I had done nothing wrong. At the back fo the class, I hung my head in my hands, trying to calm down. Tears sprung in my eyes, but I held them back.Not in school. Not here. Once my hands had steadied some, I began to take the notes scribbled on the board about the Civil War. I was done before the bell rung, and flipped to the back of the notebook and continued writing my short stories. My stories were where I wasnt hit, I could actually speak to people without being scared, a world where I had a boyfriend-a good one. These stories, the books I read, my music...they were the only escape I had. And I loved every minute of it.

Miss Kimble, a deep voice said, bringing me back into my miserable world. I looked up into my teachers hazel eyes hidden behind black rimmed glasses. I blinked at him to indicate I was listening. He sighed. Miss Kimble, we are going to be having a new student coming into our class tomorrow. I wanted you to know he would be sitting next to you.

He? My eyes widened and I shook my head. I was happy sitting by myself. This was my favorite class he couldnt ruin it by pacing a new kid next to me! A boy no less! He was going to ask me so many questions, and I wouldnt be able to answer him. No, I could not sit next to a new kid.

Mr. Louis shrugged. Im sorry, Danny, but we have no other room for him. he looked like he wanted to pat me on my shoulder or something, but he knew I didnt like to be touched. Ill inform him of your...speechimpediment. Thatll just make him ask more questions! I thought, my shoulders dipping. I ran my fingers through my hair as he turned around and left, strolling back up to the front and beginning the lesson.

I had seen the trailers passing my home earlier today, but I didnt think there would actually be a new kid! A new kid in Sunset High School was almost unheard of. Something that almost never happened. Everyone would be falling all over him, no matter how cute or ugly he was. And that meant everyone would be over at my table for 1st period. People would expect me to maybe talk to him, make him seem welcome here. He would be talking to me all period, wanting me to reply. But I wouldnt. I mean, I did have a notebook that I could write to him on, but that seemed unlikely.

Later, my third period teacher told the class the same thing, that a new student would be arriving tomorrow and he was going to sit in the desk right in front of mine since I was in the back again. She looked right at me when she told the class to take a welcoming to him and show him around. I love all my teachers, and they loved me like they do all the kids, and they want me to talk again. The second half of my freshman year was when I decided that not talking was better than talking at all. It got me into less trouble. I had always been a little sassy when I did talk, and that got me a lot of bruises from my family. I was in the first half of my junior year now, and Destiny was in her senior year. I did her homework for her, since I had already taken her classes. The same teachers usually taught multiple grades and classes in this school since we were always short of teachers. Mrs. Cadwell, my third period teacher, also taught Biology, which I had in fact taken my freshman year. She had heard my voice, but now I had none.

Destiny had been right for once. The first thing Father did when I got home was grab my throat, and throw me against the wall. I had whimpered, dropped my bag, and clutched at the wall. Now I was soaking in my bathtub with bruises around my throat, arms, chest, and basically anywhere and everywhere. My iPod was playing Someone Like You by Adele on the counter, and I had my eyes closed and was mouthing along to it. It was only around four oclock, and I was planning on going out to the park and writing. The park right behind our house was nestled into the ring of woods behind our house. With that in mind, I climbed out, put on thick sweatpants, a tee shirt, a warm jacket, and slipped on my tennis shoes.

I grabbed my notebook and snuck out the back door with my iPod in my ears. I ran until I was safely hidden in the woods. It was then that I slowed down and walked, listening to my music and thinking ahead to what I was going to write. Suddenly, I tripped over something, hearing a yelp. I gasped as I fell to the ground, throwing my hands out in front of me. There was rustling in the leaves and a couple deep barks. A tinier, shriller voice answered with a whimper. I glanced around for the thing that whimpered and my eyes met with a little gray wolf pup. I gasped and backed away on my hands. His coat was a dark gray, lighter on his belly and muzzle and his eyes were a hazel. He was what I must have tripped over. He bared his small, white canines at me and let out a tiny growl. It wasnt intimidating at all, but I knew when there was a pup, the mother or nanny was never far away. A howl sounded through the air, others soon joining in, and the little pup howled in reply. I couldnt move. The whole pack. The whole pack was coming for this little guy to make sure he was safe. And both my feet and hands were frozen to the ground. My pencil, the only sort of weapon I had, was hooked to the spirals in my notebook, which was ten feet away. I glanced at it, but I couldnt reach it in time.

A louder, more intimidating growl made me whip my head around. My brown hair slapped me, the wind blowing it across my face. My eyes met a huge, muscular pitch black wolf with startling bright blue eyes that no one could help but notice. They were the kind of eyes that stood out against anything, the most brilliant blue I had ever seen. The growl died as I stared at the huge wolf that had to be a male. I hardly noticed that my hands werent shaking, like they normally would be. It would be later when I realized I wasnt scared, but captivated. His lips covered the huge white fangs again and he just stared back, his ears flicking every once in a while. The pup crawled under him for protection.

I started when something growled to my left, whipping around to find a bluish gray female baring her teeth at me. Her muscles twitched in anticipation as she crouched in order to attack me. The black wolf barked and growled again, and my heart jumped in fear this time. But the bark was directed at the smaller, grayer female. She stood up straight and tilted her head slightly, her ears flicking in confusion. When I returned my gaze to the black wolf, I realized he was closer to me, only a foot away. I swallowed and my heart began beating faster and faster as he glanced at me. His eyes glanced all over the forest, showing his teeth. I glanced around with him, seeing the bright eyes of a whole wolf pack. My breathing spiked as my wolf-which is what I had decided to call him-growled at his pack and circled me. The fur of his tail brushed my arm, sending shivers up my spine. Slowly, the other wolves left, leaving me alone with just the black wolf, sitting and staring at me with his tongue lolled out in a grin. Suddenly, he closed his mouth and sniffed the air. Carefully and slowly, he stepped up to me and touched his cool, wet nose to my knee, moving my sweatpants. Cautiously, I leaned over and rolled up both my pants legs, revealing tiny, bleeding cuts on my knees. I inhaled sharply as he began to lick the wounds, making them sting. I wiped my hands on my shirt and held them up to my face to see the same kind of cuts. A pink tongue interrupted my vision, cleaning the wounds on my hands also. I couldnt help but laugh, which made him stop and glance up at me curiously before continuing. I forgot about the inch long fangs in the wolfs muzzle and used my free hand to run my fingers through his fur.

He shivered underneath my touch, leaning into my hand. The top cot was long and ruff for the upcoming winter, but the bottom coat was soft for insulation. I know I shouldve been scared, but I wasnt. I just kept petting him like a long lost dog. This is definitely going in a story. I told myself, breathing in his musky wolf scent of the forest. I heard him sigh and sit down next to me. With both of us sitting down, we were just the same height. I flinched when he touched a fresh bruise on my arm, and he stepped back, eyeing me.

Danny! Where the hell are you?! My father roared from my house.

Theres one thing I forgot to mention about myself. I do talk, just not to people. I talk to myself sometimes, or an animal that cant talk back. Oh no, I whispered. I wrapped my hands around my knees and placed my chin on them, deciding whether or not to go back.

My wolf flicked his ears and glanced back at my fathers voice. Who is that? I really gotta learn these woods quick. Where did she come from? I wonder what her name is...The wolfs eyes were back on mine and I was staring wide-eyed at him.

Automatically, I couldnt speak from the shock that a wolf was talking to me, which meant he could make a conversation just like a human. I couldnt talk to him now. It was the only time I was scared. But, like always, I replied with my thoughts instead of my words. Danny. My name is Danny. I dont want to go home. I want to stay out here. I dont want to go back. I repeated. I didnt think he would actually hear me too.

He whined, stood up and stepped back. You can hear me?

I nodded shakily, my hands trembling now.

He backed up, shaking his head low. No. You have to forget. You have to forget this night ever happened, Danny. You cant tell anyone, do you understand? It would be best for you just to forget this night. He kept backing up deeper into the forest where I could hardly see him, except for those luminescent blue eyes still staring at me.

Wait! I dont want to forget. I wont tell anyone, I swear.

Thats what everyone says. He growled.

Really, I swear. I cant. I dont speak-I cant. Im too scared. It was the first time I had ever admitted it to anyone.

He stopped and he blinked. What? A teenage girl who doesnt speak? Are you serious, or just joking me?

Im serious. I have no friends, hardly a family if you can even call them that. I wont tell anyone. And trust me, no matter how hard I try, I cant forget this.

But youre talking to me. Right now.

Youre a wolf! And somehow were talking in our thoughts, not speaking.

Whatever. I have to go. Please, just try to forget this!

Wait! I screamed in my head so loud he had to stop. Do you have a name?

If I told you, you would just have to forget it. Its best if I dont tell you right now.

Wait! Wait, no please tell me! But he didnt respond. Didnt even say goodbye... I sighed.

DANNY! I know youre out there! Get your fucking ass back here NOW! Oh no... As I stood, I found myself wishing I had my wolf back to save me again. I stood up and ran back, seeing my father red-faced standing in the doorway. My fear pumping heart caught in my throat as his eyes caught mine. Still, I buckled my shoulders and kept walking. He stomped down the stairs with his fists clenched. I stopped and he walked the rest of the way to me. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to his face. Where the hell have you been, Danny?!

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