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Story: Fated for Her
“Hey, my name is Theo. Aren’t you a little too young to be in a college course?” He said this with a fake accent.
I hated being made fun of or judged in any way. I turned to him and looked him straight in the eye.
In my sweet country accent, I said, “Aren’t you a little too dumb to be in a college course?” Fire.
Theo’s smirk turned into a big smile. I turned my head to look at the boy with brown hair. He had a pretty smile on his face that made him look happy. Man, was he ever good-looking.
“Can I ask you what your name is?”
“Zayn.”
“Well, you already know my name.” I laughed and turned around to hear what our teacher was saying.
I thought class would take longer than it did. I got through all of my morning classes with no trouble, and I also managed to stay to myself. None of my other teachers made me introduce myself, which was a huge relief. There were a lot of people in the cafeteria, and it was busy. There were a lot of tables in the school’s indoor cafeteria. Outside the cafeteria was the schoolyard, which was just a lot of grass where you could sit if you wanted to.
The cafeteria was full, and students were either talking behind each other’s backs or fighting. Not my style.
There were a lot of trees in the yard, like a sycamore tree. There weren’t many people in the yard, so I sat down in front of the tree and leaned against the smooth trunk. Today was a nice day outside. It was just right—not too hot or too cold.
I looked through my backpack to find my Chromebook. Everyone got a laptop from the school to do their homework on. I opened it, logged in, and made a new tab. I typed in “available jobs in the Fernhill area” as I hit the search key. There were only six jobs available, and I was only qualified for one: a waitress at the diner in town. I took advantage of the chance and sent them my resume and application by email. I hoped they would respond.
The bell rang as soon as I was done. Home economics was my next class. Home EC was a decent class. We only learnt how to do our taxes in the future. I already knew this because my uncle won’t do them. The last class I had that day was college English. When I walked into the class, I saw that it was full of couches, beanbags, and armchairs. There was even a footstool. Mrs. Foster was the name of my new teacher.
She had wild red hair and was short like me. She reminded me of the teacher from the Magic School Bus. After I got in, I sat down in one of the empty armchairs and waited for class to start. Zayn came into the class just as everyone was getting comfortable. I couldn’t stop looking at him. Oh my god, was I really drooling? Is there anything more sad about me? He saw me and just smiled before I looked away. Ugh, could he be more annoying?
Sienna’s Point of View
English class was my favourite class overall, and art class was my least favourite. I’m not very creative. I walked home with the other students after class. The school is about a half-hour walk from the house where Wade and I live. I don’t mind walking through it. The sound of my feet tapping against the pavement as I walk to my little beat is calming. I get home at about 3:40.
The house is blue, but it needs a new coat of paint. The carpet has stains on it, and most of the tiles in the house are cracked. So far, it’s my favourite place to live with Wade. Why? All of the doors, though, have locks on them. The last few places we lived didn’t have a lock on the bathroom door. I would always bring a chair into the bathroom and put it against the door. I did the same thing to the door to my room. It was the only thing that kept Wade and his slimy friends away from me.
A lot of the places we lived didn’t do much to keep me safe and comfortable. You learn things from a young age. Always find a way to keep the door closed. If you’ve never used an old cooker, don’t get too close to it. Always have a way out. When I got to the house, I quickly walked down the hall and into my room, closing the door quietly. I don’t want to be the one to wake Wade up if he’s asleep. That would be a problem. When the door closes, I run to my bed and take my laptop out of my backpack. I check my email and see that I’ve gotten the email I’ve been waiting for: the manager of the diner wants to interview me. Hank, the manager, wants to talk to me tomorrow at 4:30. Great! I reply to the email and say that I will meet him at the diner.
I’m putting the laptop in my backpack and putting it away. I put on my pyjamas because I knew I had a long day. Since I was in fifth grade, I’ve had the same pair of Hello Kitty pyjamas. They’re starting to wear out, and I’ll finally be able to buy some new ones after I get a job.
I quickly walk into the bathroom, close the door quietly so it doesn’t make any noise, and start brushing my teeth. I got my mother’s straight teeth and small nose, and my dad gave me his thick hair. I see my dissatisfaction with my body reflected in my face. I hate being so short and thin. We don’t know where I got my height from. I looked pale and sick. I began to braid my hair into a French braid that went down my back. To keep it from getting in my way and getting tangled while I sleep. In the morning, all I have to do is take out the braids and let the waves go. I went to bed after washing my face. I was hungry, but Wade hadn’t gone to the store yet, and if I bothered him, he’d beat me up.
I slowly walked into my room, locked the door, and got into bed. I prayed that one day my life would be different, that I would be different, and that I would have someone to love and hug me, and that I would give him everything.
I closed my eyes and dreamed of having a wonderful life with the boy with brown hair.
Zayn’s point of view
My parents and Theo yelled, “Happy Birthday!”
“It’s six in the morning. What the hell?” I complained and rolled back over to try to sleep. Two hours until school starts. I have no idea what they’re thinking about their birthday. I need to sleep.
I don’t like mornings, but who does? My parents are the only ones. I can’t sleep anymore, so I guess I’ll get up.
I will officially be the Alpha of the Shadow Claw pack now that I’m eighteen. I just need my mate now, and I hope to find her today since I’m old enough to do so.
I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. My hair is really messy. I do what I always do. I decided to wear a navy blue T-shirt with my jeans.
I hated being made fun of or judged in any way. I turned to him and looked him straight in the eye.
In my sweet country accent, I said, “Aren’t you a little too dumb to be in a college course?” Fire.
Theo’s smirk turned into a big smile. I turned my head to look at the boy with brown hair. He had a pretty smile on his face that made him look happy. Man, was he ever good-looking.
“Can I ask you what your name is?”
“Zayn.”
“Well, you already know my name.” I laughed and turned around to hear what our teacher was saying.
I thought class would take longer than it did. I got through all of my morning classes with no trouble, and I also managed to stay to myself. None of my other teachers made me introduce myself, which was a huge relief. There were a lot of people in the cafeteria, and it was busy. There were a lot of tables in the school’s indoor cafeteria. Outside the cafeteria was the schoolyard, which was just a lot of grass where you could sit if you wanted to.
The cafeteria was full, and students were either talking behind each other’s backs or fighting. Not my style.
There were a lot of trees in the yard, like a sycamore tree. There weren’t many people in the yard, so I sat down in front of the tree and leaned against the smooth trunk. Today was a nice day outside. It was just right—not too hot or too cold.
I looked through my backpack to find my Chromebook. Everyone got a laptop from the school to do their homework on. I opened it, logged in, and made a new tab. I typed in “available jobs in the Fernhill area” as I hit the search key. There were only six jobs available, and I was only qualified for one: a waitress at the diner in town. I took advantage of the chance and sent them my resume and application by email. I hoped they would respond.
The bell rang as soon as I was done. Home economics was my next class. Home EC was a decent class. We only learnt how to do our taxes in the future. I already knew this because my uncle won’t do them. The last class I had that day was college English. When I walked into the class, I saw that it was full of couches, beanbags, and armchairs. There was even a footstool. Mrs. Foster was the name of my new teacher.
She had wild red hair and was short like me. She reminded me of the teacher from the Magic School Bus. After I got in, I sat down in one of the empty armchairs and waited for class to start. Zayn came into the class just as everyone was getting comfortable. I couldn’t stop looking at him. Oh my god, was I really drooling? Is there anything more sad about me? He saw me and just smiled before I looked away. Ugh, could he be more annoying?
Sienna’s Point of View
English class was my favourite class overall, and art class was my least favourite. I’m not very creative. I walked home with the other students after class. The school is about a half-hour walk from the house where Wade and I live. I don’t mind walking through it. The sound of my feet tapping against the pavement as I walk to my little beat is calming. I get home at about 3:40.
The house is blue, but it needs a new coat of paint. The carpet has stains on it, and most of the tiles in the house are cracked. So far, it’s my favourite place to live with Wade. Why? All of the doors, though, have locks on them. The last few places we lived didn’t have a lock on the bathroom door. I would always bring a chair into the bathroom and put it against the door. I did the same thing to the door to my room. It was the only thing that kept Wade and his slimy friends away from me.
A lot of the places we lived didn’t do much to keep me safe and comfortable. You learn things from a young age. Always find a way to keep the door closed. If you’ve never used an old cooker, don’t get too close to it. Always have a way out. When I got to the house, I quickly walked down the hall and into my room, closing the door quietly. I don’t want to be the one to wake Wade up if he’s asleep. That would be a problem. When the door closes, I run to my bed and take my laptop out of my backpack. I check my email and see that I’ve gotten the email I’ve been waiting for: the manager of the diner wants to interview me. Hank, the manager, wants to talk to me tomorrow at 4:30. Great! I reply to the email and say that I will meet him at the diner.
I’m putting the laptop in my backpack and putting it away. I put on my pyjamas because I knew I had a long day. Since I was in fifth grade, I’ve had the same pair of Hello Kitty pyjamas. They’re starting to wear out, and I’ll finally be able to buy some new ones after I get a job.
I quickly walk into the bathroom, close the door quietly so it doesn’t make any noise, and start brushing my teeth. I got my mother’s straight teeth and small nose, and my dad gave me his thick hair. I see my dissatisfaction with my body reflected in my face. I hate being so short and thin. We don’t know where I got my height from. I looked pale and sick. I began to braid my hair into a French braid that went down my back. To keep it from getting in my way and getting tangled while I sleep. In the morning, all I have to do is take out the braids and let the waves go. I went to bed after washing my face. I was hungry, but Wade hadn’t gone to the store yet, and if I bothered him, he’d beat me up.
I slowly walked into my room, locked the door, and got into bed. I prayed that one day my life would be different, that I would be different, and that I would have someone to love and hug me, and that I would give him everything.
I closed my eyes and dreamed of having a wonderful life with the boy with brown hair.
Zayn’s point of view
My parents and Theo yelled, “Happy Birthday!”
“It’s six in the morning. What the hell?” I complained and rolled back over to try to sleep. Two hours until school starts. I have no idea what they’re thinking about their birthday. I need to sleep.
I don’t like mornings, but who does? My parents are the only ones. I can’t sleep anymore, so I guess I’ll get up.
I will officially be the Alpha of the Shadow Claw pack now that I’m eighteen. I just need my mate now, and I hope to find her today since I’m old enough to do so.
I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. My hair is really messy. I do what I always do. I decided to wear a navy blue T-shirt with my jeans.