Chapter 1

"RUNNNNNNN ANDREA, DON'T SLOW DOWN..."

I ran as fast as my legs could take me, moving past shrubs and tall grasses. bruising my skin against thorns, the blood tricking out of the open flesh making it easier for me to be chased. I jumped over a log that lay on the forest ground, my hard breath against my ears, still, I couldn't stop, Iowa, but shouldn't stop or else... Or else what? I didn't know and didn't want to know.

I heard Hunter howl in pain, was he hurt? How bad had he been bitten? I knew he couldn't take all the warriors alone. they were going to hurt him and it was going to be my fault. The tears dripped down my cheeks, he had stayed so I remain safe, his sacrifice wasn't going to be in vain.

The mist covers my glasses like steam on a pot cover, I couldn't see. I stopped temporarily blind. I just needed to clean my glasses and continue the wild run till I was somewhere these wolves weren't allowed to be in. avoided to be seen in. this was the wild, their powers stretched and grew here and they knew it. Why weren't they already stopping me? I wasn't that fast anyway, were' they playing with me? Toying with my strength? Letting me suffer so they could round me up at the last minute?

I removed my glasses, cleaning them against my shirt, with shaky hands and sightless eyes. I sobbed

I just wanted to go home when everything was normal, when i and Hunter were both human, even though we didn't like each other then, it was better than fighting a whole clan of werewolves, we couldn't get far.

My glasses dropped from my hands, "shit shit shit." I chanted as my knees found the floor, I searched around, crawling on all floors, trying to control the fear eating at my chest,

Calm down Andrea, calm down Andrea I repeated over and over hoping the technique worked, spoiler alert it never.

I can hear footsteps now, aiming towards me, creeping, I hear the growls, and know they were here. For me, the glasses dropped again. I couldn't see.

"She's blind" a voice announced.

Was he laughing? It was impossible to know, I just couldn't tell, I held the Jade, my dad said was supposed to protect me, or I should protect? I couldn't remember. It was hard to think when you're faced with fear

A weird long hairy finger reached forth and pulled the rope from around my neck while the others laughed as I stumbled around. They began to push me towards each other as in a game.

Their worst mistake,

The fear was being replaced with rage, red hot spilling rage. I felt the power, surge through me, it was hard to contain, it hurt, crippling me, having no choice and powerless to its force I let go, giving it all control,

My screams echoed into the silent night...

<< SOME MONTHS EARLIER >>

I'M A BARBIE GIRL IN A BARBIE WORLLLLD... My alarm rang

I woke up groggily, singing painfully, at the same time blowing hair from getting into my mouth, which was futile because it was all over my face,won't be surprised if I picked strands from my nose later.

I knelt on my bed, my head bobbing back and forth, still sleepy and mysteriously still humming to my favorite song.

"Andreaaa" my dad yelled my name from the kitchen,

In a Jerk, I rolled out of bed, hitting my head on the wood in the process

"Owwwwwww" I winced, still, in the position, I found myself on the floor, my sight was blurry, for you see I relied on glasses for everything I did except sleep.

"Come on barbie let's go party..." I growled out the rest of the alarm. Then it snoozed off. Finally some peace.

"Andrea" my dad called my name again, this time louder, because he was close to my room, I heard the knob turn, and the door opened "Andrea you shouldn't be lying down there, its the first day of your final year" I felt the blanket leave my body.

Then my glasses were pushed into my hand, I wore them on then sat up, my sight now restored, I blinked at my dad. "I didn't sleep"

"You haven't slept since the mention of school resuming" he looked at me gently in my sponge bob's pajamas "but you can't stay home. Now up"

So here I was, Andrea Cross, eighteen-year-old popular...

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Nerd, brown groggy hair, 5.2, and large spherical glasses that looked like goggles.

I have always worn them since I could remember, it was a huge part of me, and without them I was nothing. you know the typical quiet nerd you see in movies? Well, that wasn't me. I wasn't quiet. I was shy though but shutting up was never my thing, to begin with.

I grew up with only my dad, never knew my mother, he told me she'd died when giving birth to me. seeing how much it caused him pain explaining everything to me, made me swear I wasn't going to ask him another question about that topic. who needed a mother when your dad was capable of everything a mum could, except baking, tucking into bed, and dressing hair? and finding his daughter's perfect size of clothes, and. ... Maybe I should just stop with the 'ands'. And He had never remarried.

I still wished I had a mum growing up. I remember when I was ten and other girls would laugh at me for always having my hair in a loose ponytail when it wasn't cut short. To be honest it always hurt me. But not anymore. After having to be the one taking care of my hair since 12, I decided that dad was a superman doing that ponytail every day.

"You know, instead of sitting down there and beginning your first day of school late because you were daydreaming you can just..."

"Go to the grocery store and ask for the job as a cleaner because that's where people that don't go to school go," I said with him. he laughed. that was his usual chant since I was five.

"Thirty minutes is all I give you" he left the room

I stood up, arranging my bed, my room was always sparkling clean. I too didn't know how I managed all of it but I did. my bedsheets had the image of Betty bop, with red dots on it, and on the ground was a rug, seeing I caught a cold easily, dad got the house covered in thick rugs. My study table had books on it from the night before. that was the only thing out of place.

Pulled off my clothes and was in the bathroom, in the bathroom I was always at a concert.

I was dressed in a jean jumpsuit, with a black short-sleeved shirt in, a black canvas to match, news alert, my clothes were all like that. courtesy: my dad

I came downstairs my bag behind my back. I made my way to the kitchen, I was on time, the school bus hadn't even arrived yet...

My dad placed pancakes in front of me, then handed me a lunch bag "dad nobody takes lunch to school anymore"

"That's because their dad doesn't cook as yours do," he said winking. Trust the man to be a total braggart when he wanted to. I smiled tucking it in my bag just to make him happy. "Joan still coming this evening?"

"No, she isn't needed"

Joanne was a lady who just got into our neighborhood, she was cheerful, and thought chemistry in my school, she was so interested in dad that she sent me messages to him every day before school was over. And guess who didn't look like someone who cared?

"Dad why?"

"I'm filling the pantry today, we are running out of food so no time"

"I can do it"

"You have assignments"

"Dad! Come on"

"Honey, this is grown-up business"

I winced "oh, so I'm a kid now?"

He kissed the top of my head. "Yes, you're my kid"

The school bus horned outside, I picked up my bag "this conversation isn't over mind you. Tchau"

I flew out through the door, the bus was at the side of the road, close to our mailbox, horning nonstop.

"Jeez I'm coming, I'm coming" I muttered though knowing my voice won't be heard above the bus horn.

I got on the bus. These people were in the middle of a paper fight, I groaned, at least wait till school was over, I thought frowning, though it wasn't targeted at me, some of the papers came in contact with my face.

None of my classmates were on the bus, most of them came with cars, not their parent's cars, theirs. Seems I was the only one having a stagnant life, stuck in a rowdy bus with juniors.

The bus rolled through the school gate, and the name of the school 'FOCUS HIGH" stood large at the top of the gate, they were weak flowers growing so much at the other end of my school, which had me laughing inwardly. Good for them, what were they thinking when they gave them to the Jillian twin, twin boys whose only thoughts were on cats?

The bus stopped, and they all jumped down. I waited at the side for them to quit acting like animals.

I then came down, standing looking up at the big school, I wasn't prepared for all of this. I thought before someone hugged me from behind.