Beautiful Creatures

Stephanie had never been a normal girl, and many people knew that was true, but when she meets a boy who is suppossed to be her enemy her world takes an unsuspected twist. Will she follow her heart? Or will Peter be the end of her? As Peter changes her life completely Stephanie will have to do everything in her power to restore peace. Will she make it?


1. Monday Morning


I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. I opened up my emerald green eyes and looked around the room, trying to get the sleepiness away. I slowly got off my warm and comfortable bed and placed my feet on the not-so-warm wood floor. My bedroom walls were lilac and the ceiling was white. There was my bed in the middle of the room and a white desk in one corner. A bedside table sat on the left side of the bed, with a white lamp that gave a dim glow at night, and Fallen was sitting next to it, half read and doggy-eared. There was a bookcase full of textbooks, children’s books and many more that haven’t been touched for years. There were clothes on the floor and text books sprawled all over the white desk. My room was one of the upstairs rooms in our two-storey house, if you didn’t count the basement of course. I dragged my feet on the wood floor and stomped down the stairs, it was Monday, the worst day of the whole week.

 I grabbed the milk from the fridge and took out some cereal to eat, the whole world knew that no one  would survive if they annoyed me at breakfast so my family just left me alone, except for Dad of course, who was always super energetic in the mornings.

Dad had dirty blonde hair that lightly brushed his shoulders; he usually wore it in a ponytail to keep it in place. He had wise hazel eyes that never missed even the tiniest detail. He was built and strong from hours of exercise, his skin perfectly tanned and soft to the touch; his voice was deep and rich. I knew of some friend’s mums who fancied him.  But Mum was never jealous, she had no reason to, she was one of the most beautiful women in this world. With her glossy jet black hair that hung to her waist, with their majestic curls that took perfect shape without her even trying. Her sky-blue eyes, deep and powerful, with long, perfectly curled eyelashes that when she blinked they touched her flawless cheeks. Her skin was radiant, her lips full and pink, her body was tall and lean, and she could have been mistaken for a model or celebrity. But Mum had a gentle and modest soul.

“Good morning, sweetheart” said Dad cheerfully.

“Hey” I replied in my horrible morning voice.

Then there was me, the second child of three children. With my bronze coloured hair that danced in random waves down my back, not as long and magnificent as my mum’s but I could say that my locks had a life of their own. My eyes were emerald green most days, but they sometimes changed their colour, I had long eyelashes like my mum’s, which I was hugely grateful for. My skin was tanned and smooth, with an average sized body and skinny figure that I earned from years of gymnastics. I was not as beautiful and amazing as my Mother but at least I wasn’t bad-looking. Some boys sometimes tended to have small crushes on me but never anything serious. I was a 16 year old who had yet not fallen for a guy, but to be honest I didn’t mind being alone, it saved me from all the drama my friends had to deal with, but my best friend Melanie needed one, she was the type of girl who felt incomplete without her prince.

“What a beautiful Monday morning” exclaimed Dad, interrupting my thoughts.

I groaned and ate my cereal even quicker; I finished and put the bowl in the dishwasher. I ran upstairs to get ready for the day. In my room I found some faded jeans on my desk chair and threw on a jumper, it was autumn and it was getting cold, I absolutely hated the cold. I ran downstairs and shouted goodbye to anyone who was listening and headed out the door. As I reached my bus stop I found it empty, and cold. After what seemed like eternity the bus finally turned the corner and stopped in front of my dull bus stop.

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