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Story: Fated for Her
Sienna’s point of view
I entered my new school. I could feel the nervous chills going down my back. My uncle Wade and I had just moved from Kentucky. He thought it was time for a new scene, which meant that someone started to notice my bruises. Bruises meant trouble. I don’t really like new schools. People always look at you and ask you questions like “Where are you from?”
I guess I’ve always been a little shy. I don’t like meeting new people. It has always sounded like a risk. In some ways, it’s a good thing that I’m more alone and we stay longer.
I opened the door to the entrance of my new, he’ll hole. My new classmates all looked at me right away. I knew why they were staring. I’m new and very short; I stand a little over 5’4″, but I round it up to five.
My uncle is probably to blame. I’ve never been given the right meals or diet. In sixth grade, I stopped growing. I was always behind when all the girls had their growth spurts.
I chose not to wear my platform vans, which were about an inch high. Instead, I wore a pair of black high-top Converse shoes I found at a thrift store in our last town. To hide any signs of my uncle, I wore a long-sleeved dress and black tights.
I walked down to the door with the signing office above it and went inside to see the receptionist. She was old, and by old, I mean wrinkled like a prune. She looked up when I walked in with her thick-framed glasses.
“Hello dear, how can I help you?” she said in a sweet, grandmotherly voice.
“Hello, Ma’am. My name is Sienna Whitmore. I’m new to this school and was told to get my schedule here.” She smiled and gave me a few papers, one of which had my schedule and another of which had a map of White Fernhill High.
“You have the sweetest accent, dear. Where did you move from?” she asked.
“Oh, well, I was born in Colorado but grew up in Kentucky. We move around a lot.” I smiled and said, “That’s nice.”
“Okay, dear, I hope your first day goes well.” With that, I left the office.
I wasn’t surprised by all of my regular classes when I looked at my schedule. Even though I’m a junior, I was ahead in school and took college-level classes. You have to take two electives at White Fernhill High. I was given art, home, and so on. My first class was calculus, then.
I loved maths. Isn’t that crazy? I don’t know what it was about it, but I liked that there was always a right answer and no mistakes. I saw that my class was down the hall and to the left when I looked at the map. I felt like people were staring at me as I walked, not like the other kids did, but really staring. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw him.
His hair was dark brown and short on the sides, but a little long on top. Even from 6 meters away, I could see the colour of his white eyes. He was really, really tall, like 6’5″ tall. I looked like a little person next to him. His jaw was strong, and there was a little stubble on his chin. His lips were just the right size and made me want to kiss them. He was strong, but not in a scary way. He was very pretty.
Oh my god, I’m staring. Stop looking! I quickly turned around and walked straight into my class.
Zayn
She was so pretty that I couldn’t stop looking at her. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall, but she was beautiful. Her long brown hair fell in loose curls down to her hips. She was thin, maybe even too thin. I wanted to bring her home to the pack and make her dinner.
I thought it couldn’t get any better, but then she turned her head and looked me right in the eye. Her eyes were a beautiful ocean blue. I looked at her delicate features as I trailed down her face. Her cheeks were rosy and had freckles on them that covered the bridge of her cute little button nose. Then there were her lips, which were full and pink and tasted so good. I just wanted to kiss her.
What? Why? She is a person. Even though she smelt great, I could still smell it. She smelt like strawberries that were just ripe. I need to stop looking.
“Don’t forget we have a friend!” my inner wolf growled.
“I know Asher, I remember, but I really want her to be it!”
My wolf was angry with me for not paying attention to his warning. I wasn’t going to ask her out or anything; I just want to watch her. I know he’s right. I wouldn’t be happy either if my true partner was looking at someone else. It’s a matter of territory.
When she turned away from me and walked away quickly, I couldn’t help but feel deflated. But then something I never thought would happen happened: walked into my calculus class. I ran into the room and saw her talking to Mr. Prescott, our teacher. He pointed to the empty seat in the back, which was right in front of mine. Yes, I get to smell strawberries all the time. I smiled at this, but my wolf wasn’t too happy again.
I saw my future beta when I sat down and looked to the side. He was sitting next to me. Theo is my best friend. I cared for him like he was my brother. Theo and I looked a little bit alike. We are cousins, but he was a little shorter and less muscular than I am. His wolf was just as big as mine, though. It’s too bad he wasn’t as strong. Theo has been my best friend since I was born. There are baby pictures of us all over the walls of my house.
“Hey Bro, how’s your morning? I didn’t see you when I left the house. When did you even get up?” Theo asked.
“Left early, woke up around 6:00. I had to go see Mrs. Foster about my essay,” I said without any emotion.
I did a great job on the essay, but now my teacher wants me to join her college English class. It’s going to be a lot more work for me with all my Alpha training and pack business, but Mrs. Foster didn’t take no for an answer.
“Hey, who’s she?” he whispered, elbowing my shoulder and then pointing at Half-Pint.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled.
As soon as the class got settled, Mr. Prescott, our teacher, introduced Half-Pint to everyone.
“Class, as you can see, we have a new student here. Please introduce yourself and tell us three things about yourself.”
The beautiful woman with brown hair got up from her seat and looked around at everyone before she spoke.
“Hi, everyone. My name is Sienna Whitmore, but everyone calls me Sienna. I just moved from Kentucky. I’m 16 years old and I love dogs.”
Damn, she has an accent, and she’d be the perfect partner!
Sienna’s point of view
I’m stuck in class learning the formulas I need to use to solve all the problems on our worksheet. Mr. Prescott’s calculus class was the most boring thing ever. I felt a pencil stab me in the back while Mr. Prescott was talking. I turned around in my seat and looked right into the white eyes of the forest. The boy with brown hair shook his head and smiled as he pointed to the kid next to him. The boy looked just like him, but his hair was a lighter brown, his skin was lighter, and he wasn’t as good-looking.
I entered my new school. I could feel the nervous chills going down my back. My uncle Wade and I had just moved from Kentucky. He thought it was time for a new scene, which meant that someone started to notice my bruises. Bruises meant trouble. I don’t really like new schools. People always look at you and ask you questions like “Where are you from?”
I guess I’ve always been a little shy. I don’t like meeting new people. It has always sounded like a risk. In some ways, it’s a good thing that I’m more alone and we stay longer.
I opened the door to the entrance of my new, he’ll hole. My new classmates all looked at me right away. I knew why they were staring. I’m new and very short; I stand a little over 5’4″, but I round it up to five.
My uncle is probably to blame. I’ve never been given the right meals or diet. In sixth grade, I stopped growing. I was always behind when all the girls had their growth spurts.
I chose not to wear my platform vans, which were about an inch high. Instead, I wore a pair of black high-top Converse shoes I found at a thrift store in our last town. To hide any signs of my uncle, I wore a long-sleeved dress and black tights.
I walked down to the door with the signing office above it and went inside to see the receptionist. She was old, and by old, I mean wrinkled like a prune. She looked up when I walked in with her thick-framed glasses.
“Hello dear, how can I help you?” she said in a sweet, grandmotherly voice.
“Hello, Ma’am. My name is Sienna Whitmore. I’m new to this school and was told to get my schedule here.” She smiled and gave me a few papers, one of which had my schedule and another of which had a map of White Fernhill High.
“You have the sweetest accent, dear. Where did you move from?” she asked.
“Oh, well, I was born in Colorado but grew up in Kentucky. We move around a lot.” I smiled and said, “That’s nice.”
“Okay, dear, I hope your first day goes well.” With that, I left the office.
I wasn’t surprised by all of my regular classes when I looked at my schedule. Even though I’m a junior, I was ahead in school and took college-level classes. You have to take two electives at White Fernhill High. I was given art, home, and so on. My first class was calculus, then.
I loved maths. Isn’t that crazy? I don’t know what it was about it, but I liked that there was always a right answer and no mistakes. I saw that my class was down the hall and to the left when I looked at the map. I felt like people were staring at me as I walked, not like the other kids did, but really staring. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw him.
His hair was dark brown and short on the sides, but a little long on top. Even from 6 meters away, I could see the colour of his white eyes. He was really, really tall, like 6’5″ tall. I looked like a little person next to him. His jaw was strong, and there was a little stubble on his chin. His lips were just the right size and made me want to kiss them. He was strong, but not in a scary way. He was very pretty.
Oh my god, I’m staring. Stop looking! I quickly turned around and walked straight into my class.
Zayn
She was so pretty that I couldn’t stop looking at her. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall, but she was beautiful. Her long brown hair fell in loose curls down to her hips. She was thin, maybe even too thin. I wanted to bring her home to the pack and make her dinner.
I thought it couldn’t get any better, but then she turned her head and looked me right in the eye. Her eyes were a beautiful ocean blue. I looked at her delicate features as I trailed down her face. Her cheeks were rosy and had freckles on them that covered the bridge of her cute little button nose. Then there were her lips, which were full and pink and tasted so good. I just wanted to kiss her.
What? Why? She is a person. Even though she smelt great, I could still smell it. She smelt like strawberries that were just ripe. I need to stop looking.
“Don’t forget we have a friend!” my inner wolf growled.
“I know Asher, I remember, but I really want her to be it!”
My wolf was angry with me for not paying attention to his warning. I wasn’t going to ask her out or anything; I just want to watch her. I know he’s right. I wouldn’t be happy either if my true partner was looking at someone else. It’s a matter of territory.
When she turned away from me and walked away quickly, I couldn’t help but feel deflated. But then something I never thought would happen happened: walked into my calculus class. I ran into the room and saw her talking to Mr. Prescott, our teacher. He pointed to the empty seat in the back, which was right in front of mine. Yes, I get to smell strawberries all the time. I smiled at this, but my wolf wasn’t too happy again.
I saw my future beta when I sat down and looked to the side. He was sitting next to me. Theo is my best friend. I cared for him like he was my brother. Theo and I looked a little bit alike. We are cousins, but he was a little shorter and less muscular than I am. His wolf was just as big as mine, though. It’s too bad he wasn’t as strong. Theo has been my best friend since I was born. There are baby pictures of us all over the walls of my house.
“Hey Bro, how’s your morning? I didn’t see you when I left the house. When did you even get up?” Theo asked.
“Left early, woke up around 6:00. I had to go see Mrs. Foster about my essay,” I said without any emotion.
I did a great job on the essay, but now my teacher wants me to join her college English class. It’s going to be a lot more work for me with all my Alpha training and pack business, but Mrs. Foster didn’t take no for an answer.
“Hey, who’s she?” he whispered, elbowing my shoulder and then pointing at Half-Pint.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled.
As soon as the class got settled, Mr. Prescott, our teacher, introduced Half-Pint to everyone.
“Class, as you can see, we have a new student here. Please introduce yourself and tell us three things about yourself.”
The beautiful woman with brown hair got up from her seat and looked around at everyone before she spoke.
“Hi, everyone. My name is Sienna Whitmore, but everyone calls me Sienna. I just moved from Kentucky. I’m 16 years old and I love dogs.”
Damn, she has an accent, and she’d be the perfect partner!
Sienna’s point of view
I’m stuck in class learning the formulas I need to use to solve all the problems on our worksheet. Mr. Prescott’s calculus class was the most boring thing ever. I felt a pencil stab me in the back while Mr. Prescott was talking. I turned around in my seat and looked right into the white eyes of the forest. The boy with brown hair shook his head and smiled as he pointed to the kid next to him. The boy looked just like him, but his hair was a lighter brown, his skin was lighter, and he wasn’t as good-looking.