"I can't believe we moved," I said, angrily as I hooked my computer under my desk.

My mom stood in the closet, arranging my clothes.

"Oh stop sulking, Kari," she said casually.

As she said my name is Kari Okiya. Weird last name I know, but get over it, and no I'm not descended from Japan. I have dark blue eyes, almost midnight black as I like to call it, and light blonde hair that's almost white, to me at least. My mother and I, we moved here at least four days ago, and each day, I sulked, telling her I didn't want to move. She then turned her head to look at me.

She said, still putting a shirt in the closet, "Doesn't matter. Here you can actually make friends, start a new."

I sighed as I tried to hook something to the back of the wall. She was so paranoid about me making friends. I never liked another person's company around me, and I wasn't about to start.

"Besides," she said, "You got expelled out of your last school, and no school in that state wanted you, with your records."

I snickered under the table. Yeah you heard right. Got expelled out of my last school for breaking a guy's leg and arm. He deserved it.

I laughed and said, "Yeah but you know why."

I heard her stomp her foot.

She yelled, "That's not the point, Kari! You make the grades, but you're too rowdy! If you just try and calm down…"

She stopped right there. I looked up to see her blush and she said, "Sorry. Mom moment."

She turned back to putting the clothes up.

She said, "I know you don't mean too, but, honey, you got to try to control your anger."

I frowned as I hooked another cord into the back of the actual computer.

I said, "He shouldn't have been sticking his nose into my business. Besides, I told him if he threatened to tell again, I would break his arms. Too bad I only broke one, but considering I broke the leg…" I stopped and laughed.

I heard my mother sigh and say, "People might find out, Kari, but you gotta make friends with them and trust that they will keep it. Your father…."

She stopped and turned to look at me. I ignored her sympathetic eyes, so she turned away. A single tear fell out of my eyes, and I quickly wiped it away. I then stood up, completing my task by hooking the mouse to the computer.

My mother had too finished her task. I grabbed my black skateboard, and my black I-pod.

"I'm going to take a look around this place, ok?"

I told her. She smiled and nodded her head, picking up my cell phone and tossing it to me.

"I'll call you when it's time to come home," she said, "It's still a school night and you HAVE to go to school tomorrow."

"Don't see why," I said, "Considering I already took my finals at my old school, and there's only a month of school left."

She smiled and waved me off, apparently not caring. I smiled and headed down the hall, towards the stairs. I slammed my feat on each stair, and headed for the door. I heard a dog bark and turned around. Our pale blonde lab, Maxie, was wagging his tail. He held his favorite purple leash in his mouth and looked begging at me.

I smiled and said, "Sorry, Maxie, not today." He barked, releasing his leash, and ran over to the living room.

I laughed and walked out the door. I stopped on the porch and placed each of my headphones into my ear. I then turned on the I-pod and the song Born Like This by Three Days Grace played. I smiled and jumped on my skateboard, pushing my body down the street. The song ended quickly, and changed to On My Own by the same group. I made the I-pod play only the artists Three Days Grace at the moment. They were my favorite band, as was Evanescence.

"Hey," I heard a voice say from behind me.

I turned to the side and saw a boy with jet black hair, and dark green eyes, skateboarding by me. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans with holes on the knee caps. I wore a black tank top with a red rose, and blue jeans, holes cut everywhere on the bottom. Don't know why I'm thinking of my clothes at the moment. I then noticed him again. My nose twitched. He smelt….amazing. He smelt of a mixture of roses, lilies, and, my favorite smell, the night time night. I shook the thought out of my mind, furious with what I had just thought.

I frowned and pushed myself farther down the street. I then saw him skate by me again, a smile on his face.

He asked, "So, are you new here?"

I took my ear phones out of my ear, turned of my I-pod, and placed it in my jean's pocket. I turned around, and wanted to head home, getting away from this strange boy as soon as possible.

I then looked out of the corner of my eye and saw him following me!

I turned around and asked, "Why are you following me?"

He smiled and replied, "I live down here. My mom said I had to come home early to meet our new neighbors. Seems the mom invited us over to meet them or something."

My eyes widened, but I didn't stop. I couldn't believe my mother invited people over, but then again, I could. I then remembered I had some drawings to place on my walls, and I had to put my art supplies on my other desk. Yeah, I'm an artist. I usually draw and paint to help control my anger before the beast inside me got loose. I smirked.

I reached my house and turned. So did he. I groaned to myself and opened the door. I then saw my mom in the kitchen with a woman with long jet black hair, and when she turned to look at us, she had dark chocolate eyes. My mother stared at me her brown hair flickered in the light, and her hazel eyes stared at me. I had inherited my pale blonde hair from my…..dead father, but neither of them knew where I had gotten the eyes.

The woman smiled to me.

My mother said, "Kari, this is Mrs. Amber Stevens. She lives next door to us. Oh!"

She looked passed me probably to look at the boy. She smiled. She probably thought I was making a friend. As if.

Mrs. Stevens said, "I see you've met my son, Jake. I apologize if he's bothered you."

I widened my eyes. She was kinda right, but not in the ways she thought. My nose twitched once again. Why did he have to smell so damn appealing?! He had moved and now stood by my side. I looked up at him.

He was smiling, and the said, "Yeah. If I did, I apologize."

But like his mom, he didn't know the ways he did.

My mom the broke me out of my thoughts by saying, "Kari, why don't you show Jake your room." She wasn't really asking.

I looked at her and said, "But I have to hang my drawings."

She smiled and said, "Well you can show Jake them, now can't you?" I sighed, and looked passed her to see Maxie sleeping soundly on the couch.

I then sighed. Maxie couldn't help me this time. I then began to walk up the stairs. I motioned with my hand for him to follow. I then heard Mrs. Stevens ask as we left, "She draws?"

My mother than began to babble.

I sighed.

"Your mom seems nice," he said, following me down the hall.

"Too nice," I muttered under my breathe. We then reached the far end of the hall. The only rooms down here were the third bathroom and my room. I turned the knob to my room, and opened it. I then entered the room, and I heard Jake mutter something under his breathe, but I couldn't quite catch it.

I saw that my mom had placed my silver covers on my bed and had already placed my arts supplies by the desk that was right in front of the window. I smiled. She knew me all too well. I then saw the box in the corner that read 'Drawings: Handle with Care.' I smiled. She loved my drawings too much. I opened the box on my bed, Jake watching with curiosity.

I then looked at him, and sighed.

"Do you want to help me hang these on the walls?" I asked, completely bored. His eyes flickered as he nodded his head. I took the tacks from the desk and placed them on the bed.

I said, "Just hang them anywhere, but somewhere I can see them." I then opened the window, and walked back to the bed. I liked a cool breeze every now and then.

He reached in the box, and pulled out a sheet of paper. I pulled one out, and looked at it. It was one of my favorite drawings. It was of a pale blonde haired, green eyed man, sitting in a field of daisies next to a brown haired, hazel eyed woman. She wore a white dress, and he wore baggy jeans and a white t-shirt. It was a picture I drew of my mother and father. My father had a beautiful smile as does my mother.

I then snapped out of my thoughts before I could begin to cry. I noticed that Jake did not move. I looked up to see him, wide eyed, staring at the picture.

"Are you ok?" I tried to ask casually.

"This is," he started. He then looked struggled for words. "Beautiful," he finished.

He then snapped out of his thoughts, grabbed a tack, and hung it on my door. A deplorable place, but I decided I might as well keep it there. I realized he had stared at the picture of a large, bear sized chocolate brown wolf. It had shining hazel eyes, and was lying in the middle of a forest, the pale full moon hanging above it. The wolf was looking up sadly at the moon.

He said, "That wolf's huge."

I snickered and said, "That's because she's a werewolf."

He looked at me confusingly and asked, "Werewolf? Those aren't real are they?"

I sighed and asked, "You want to know?" He smiled and nodded his head.

I hung the picture to the left of the window, and reached for one of a pale blonde werewolf with green eyes.

As I looked for a place to hang it, I said, "Hollywood has made a complete mockery of the werewolf race."

He continued to watch me, completely forgetting the pictures, and now focusing on the story.

I continued, "The stories have been passed down from my family for generations. Hollywood is almost right, but not quite. You see, werewolves just look like regular wolves, but much, much, much bigger.

You see, werewolves can transform any night there is a moon. Except on the night of the new moon because the moon is not visible."

"But its there," he said.

I smiled, and replied, "It may be there, but its not visible, but we-" I stopped, wide eyed at my mistake. He didn't seem to notice my mistake.

I continued, "-they cannot sense the moon's power. You understand?"

He nodded and asked, "But, how can one become a werewolf?" I smiled. That was a great question, and I loved to explain it.

But as I opened my mouth, a breeze came into the room. It wasn't strong but it made his scent enter my nose, burning but also comforting, in my nose. I froze as I inhaled his scent.

"Kari, are you ok?" Jake asked in a worried tone.

I snapped out of my thoughts, and said, "Yes I'm fine. A person can person can become a werewolf three ways. I only know two. My mother said that the third was-is against the werewolf law and would tell me that story later."

He stared at me.

I continued, "One, a werewolf has to drink the 'Moon Water', water that reflects off the full moon, then bite the victim, and has to want the person to become a werewolf."

"But what is the difference between drinking regular water and 'Moon Water'?" he asked.

"'Moon Water' has the essence of the moon in it, so it calls to us- I mean them," I said.

He nodded his head. "And the second option?"

"You have to have been born from a family member that's been a werewolf, which is very rare," I said.

He nodded his head again. "Does a werewolf have any special talents in human form?"

I widened my eyes. No one ever asked me this question. I answered, "Strength, nothing else."

He asked, "Why just strength?

He was asking very good questions.

I said, "Because there might be hunters or their enemies after them, and since they cannot transform till night, they have to be able to defend themselves." He nodded once again.

Then, again came another soft breeze. Damn wind. I regretted opening the window. His scent made me wild. It was so amazing. I wanted to smell it, but also wanted him to go away.

I saw him open his mouth, but we heard, "Jake, time to go home."

He smiled and said, "It was great seeing you. Thanks for the stories."

I nodded my head, barely hearing his voice. His scent was driving me crazy. Only when he left the room, I controlled myself.

I opened my door, and heard my mother, still talking to Amber and Jake.

"She hasn't made any friends since the passing of her father," I heard her say. I widened my eyes. She never told our neighbors this. She continued, "She never speaks more than one sentence to people her age. I'm so glad she finally has!"

Jake must've told her that I told the story. I heard Jake's voice, "Well she seemed to talk to me, but she kept freezing up, and her nose kept twitching."

Amber laughed and said, "Well maybe you two can be friends, and maybe she thought she had to sneeze." They laughed, but my mother's wasn't natural. The door than opened and closed. I clutched my fists and jumped onto the roof. My side of the roof was flat, and I was able to walk clearly on it. The sun had already set, and I looked to the side. Jake's room, as I presumed, was right by the edge of my roof, easy enough for him to jump onto.

I then walked to the edge, and when I saw his mother out of reach, I jumped off the roof.

"What the-" he said, but I cut him off, "If you tell anyone what my mother said, I'll break your bones!"

He stared at me. He said, "I never was. It's your life and I'm not going to publish it."

I widened my eyes. I was close to him, closer than before, and his scent was again driving me crazy. No where had I smelt something this amazing.

I turned away and frowned. "She's wrong," I said as I walked into the house, but loud enough for him to hear. I closed the door to my mother staring at me, wondering. I turned from her face, and said, "I'm going to bed."

I ran up the stairs, brushed my teeth, placed my pajamas on, and ran to my room. I decided to hang one more picture, above my bed. I took it out of the box, and examined it. My mother said it was the best out of all of them. It was of a wolf, no werewolf. It was silver and had dark, dark blue eyes. It was lying in the sand, by the ocean waves. The full moon hung above the water, reflecting off the water. There was but a human by the wolf, a hand on its back. A human, a male, with black hair, but had no face. I had seen this in a dream, and drew it. The werewolf looked content as the male 'brushed' her fur in the picture.

I placed the tack on the paper and hung it above the bed. I looked away from the picture, to the window. I stared at the moon. Tomorrow would be a new moon. I smiled. Might as well make use of my time. I slowly walked to the window, its breeze flowing my hair behind me. I then widened my smile and closed my eyes, thinking.

Jake

I stretched my arms. I had changed and I was now wearing shorts and was shirtless. I then heard a long howl out of my window. I ran to it and gasped. By my Kari's window I saw a beautiful creature. A large silver wolf, howling at the moon above. I looked at the moon and saw that you could barely see it. Kari's words then rung in my head. You see, werewolves can transform any night there is a moon. Except on the night of the new moon because the moon is not visible. I shook the thought out of my mind. It was only a story. I then saw the wolf run down the road, into the forest.

I shrugged the thought out my mind, and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes, and pictured Kari's face as I drifted to sleep.

How was it? I hope it isn't too bad. I'm trying to make her a Mary-Sue (if that's on this site) I swear. The things just come with what she is. Anyway, review to tell me how I'm doing, and I'll try to make it better if anything's wrong with it. :)

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