Wolf

Nine years ago Skylar's mother died in a car accident. And now she has a even bigger problem to worry about. It actually happened when she went out to think about her mother's death. The next thing she knew wolves were mauling her. And now she's a werewolf. Tada. But she has to hide it from her father, her friends (who really aren't that great of friends), and her possibly-boyfriend-but-not-exactly-sure-best-guy-friend Jackson. Who she really has a crush on.

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Hello there. My name is Skylar Anne Rose Branden. I am 18 (a senior in high school) and I have long blond, nearly white hair, ice blue eyes, and I usually will be wearing black, grey, or white shirts and colorful skinny jeans. I will be wearing my Vans or Converse, and I have a silver locket that my mother gave to me.

As you can tell, my mother means so much to me. I'll tell you why later. I guess you can say I'm popular,  since I have three best friends named Ashly, Cassie, and Jackson.

Yes, Jackson is a guy, and I've known him since we were babies. I can trust him with anything, and that is a really good thing since I've been such a mess since my mother died 9 years ago. Ash and Cass I met through volleyball. And I guess I was okay at that, but the thing I'm really good at is drawing. And riding my Friesian named Raven. I love to play my husky named Prince, and my two cats- one is a Siamese named Harmony, the other a black and white tom named Shadow.

My dad hardly is ever home, he works late at the hospital as a surgeon. So we're pretty rich, and I get fairly good grades, I suppose, so my life isn't a total hellhole. I miss my mother so much, though that I've been majorly depressed since she died, on the way home from work at a veterinary office which she had started herself.

She was the one who had introduced me to Raven, who originally was abused by his previous owners. My mother had saved him, nursing him back to health from the verge of death. 

Every time I see a reminder of her my heart leaps, even just a old piece of clothing, or something that no one else would remember her by... and then my heart aches as if I'd just stabbed myself with a knife.

 

I miss her so much.....

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