Lowey secondary

Lowey secondary was an escape for youth, less adults around. Kids were stupid enough to fool and were more interested in making friends than torching up any slightly hairy person they found. Like any school Lowey secondary was prey to popular, unpopular, geeks and whatever clique formed under the sky. Ahead of BJZ FAMZ were the older kids, they couldn't come up with a name for their group as they all had vowels, but Everyone knew they were IT*. The hot twins, the goddess, loud Lily, nonchalant Natasha, rude Ruben, lax Luke, laudable Lukas, bleak Brayleigh and lastly, forthright Fortitude. They were the king and queens among the children of Lowey. Everything interesting happens to them

These are the people Bethany wanted to be like.

Deep down within her, Bethany knew they were weres, which made her like them more. The fact that they were so uninterested and removed from what everyone else did made them all the more attractive in Bethany's book. They genuinely cared for each other and stood by each other unlike the fake friends in Lowey. To Bethany, this was what a pack was. She wanted to be one of them.

As Natasha, Ruben and the triplets walked by, Bethany tried to say something, anything to get them to notice she was in front of them.

"Hey!" She yelled all of a sudden drawing the attention of everyone present in the wide hallway, which by the way was a lot of people. This caught her off-guard and left her rambling. "Hey,

Natasha, I saw you going to the woods yesterday, just wanted you to know I go to the woods too… sometime… yeah." After saying all that, she suddenly has an urge to bury herself 8 feet under for good measures.

With careful eyes, she watched Natasha who just stared at her aghast and replied with her own ramble, "Uh… okay… I guess…" Natasha's eyes scanned the crowed and saw the quiet Sarah who had stopped hanging with the clique standing to the side carrying Bethany's bag. Natasha scoffed rolling her eyes then walking away.

This does not go unnoticed by Bethany who looked completely heartbroken, reaching for her bag with her eyes stuck to Natasha's back. She growled childishly at Sarah and snatched her bag yelling, "this is all your fault, now she hates me." She ran to the bathroom in tears. People would never understood why she sought their approval. But to Bethany, Natasha and her squad was as Dark moon was to Brayleigh, to her. She needed a pack. For she too was a wolf in a human world.

Running into the bathroom to stand in front of the mirror she pulled at her hair panicking. "Calm down Beth, calm down, there are many more chances, you can explain." If only Natasha knew she did because she was punishing the little human, she wouldn't hate her she thought. They must hate humans too. Out of control, she screamed like a banshee with rage coursing through her as she punched the bathroom mirror.

"Well shit!" Came Ari's voice sounding amused till Bethany turned towards her. Ari has had a 'pretty chilled' life if she could describe it in one word- yes, I know it's two, but that is what we are dealing with, Ari-, so, seeing the anger on merged with some twisted emotion she can't wrap her head around on Bethany's face she paled. "B. Calm down… please, you are scaring me." Ari tried to calm herself by telling herself it was just here friend Bethany who couldn't hurt a fly unless she wanted to. But what Ari does not know is, Bethany is a teen wolf. A cub about to have her first shift in a few months.

On the other hand, Bethany scanned the room to find Sarah meekly standing behind Ari. This calmed her, because suddenly she knew what to do. She was going to prove herself to Natasha's gang by killing the pesky human.

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Sophie.

Ting!

"Tighten the corset. We need her to look presentable, at the very least." Mother said.

Tiny bells chimed in Sophie's head as the world spun in front of her eyes. She had never been cared for, proper cared for by anyone before, so, a fiancé sounded nice, it sounded like a fairy-tale, one she believed she deserved. To the left her mother a tall Brunette with cutting brown eyes, stared at her through the mirror. It was easy to see she was adopted. Looking in the mirror, she looked nothing like her mother. Her mother was a tall super model with gorgeous sharp features, even now as she crossed one hand under her bosoms resting her other elbow on her palm, cigarette in hand. She looked like a chic lady from a 60's magazine with perfect silhouettes, everything she did was movie, each shot a masterpiece. She stared at her mother as the dress maker pulled tighter and tighter rocking her back and forth leaving a few ringlets of golden hair swinging, but she never broke eye contact. This always unnerved her mother and made her nervous. Sophie did not know why and it made her sad when she was younger. But now? Now she quite likes it. She likes that she can make this mannequin break character now and then. She liked that she too could make her mother scared.

With one eye twitching, mother shouted, "Enough!" This made the dress maker stop immediately, giving relief to Sophie's lungs, but Sophie and her mother both know who she was talking to and Sophie feigned innocence.

"Move aside!" Mother commanded and everyone in the room scurried off to the side.

Sophia Gwen Sandrethorne, was only the daughter of Qwelbrooke's 6th richest man, and Qwelbrooke housed the richest and most powerful families in the world. They controlled everything. Her bedroom was the size of a village, her bed the size if a house and her watchful staff making up for the unemployment crisis. Behind her was a multitude of staff that made her dizzy and a mother that pulled at her strings, quite literally.

"When I was your age, I needn't any corset as I came perfect. You should watch what you eat!" Her mother groaned like an animal, pulling and pulling at her corset string. "You will look pretty!" She screamed in a shrill voice.

Sophie was determined not to scream, she was determined to win this war, but the pain left her back as it became numb and traveled up to zap her brain suffocating her. She bit down at her tongue unwilling to scream.

The dress maker and staff were used to this scene by now and stood back watching, unmoving. They may quite literally be watching murder and still would not blink or speak, they are not played for that. They do their duty as if nothing else existed. Sophie watched her left butler through the mirror as her face turned red and the whites of her eyes turned pink. "This engagement is for me, not you, me. So don't fuck it up!" her mother yelled letting go of the string. This left Sophie and her mother panting and wheezing as Sophie fell to the ground coughing.

"I can't watch this mess." Mother said hoarsely, bending over a round table holding her back to catch her breath. She venomously glanced around the room at everyone present. "No word to the ogre, if he knows I touched his merchandise you would all wish you were dead."

No one replied or moved to which she stood up and walked out, but not before she pushed off the flowers and decorations on the table. "Fucking glass doll."

Left alone with the suits who give her no time to rest before manhandling her into her costume, she laughed maniacally as people around her hurriedly pulled her every which way she couldnt and if she couldnt they forced it. In her mind she counted down the days till she was no longer here. Till she had her happy ever after.