Female Rogue

Ever since I was 12, I’ve lived alone in a warm den out in no man's land, a few miles from any pack territory. I used to be the daughter of a very powerful Beta but sadly, my father died from a tragic incident when I was 10. Everyone blamed me for his death so I ended up getting shunned and hated by the whole pack. I was believed to be the weakest member of the pack so I was constantly bullied with nobody giving me a helping hand. The feeling of misery was great at times, and sometimes I pondered why I was ever born. It wasn’t long before one night the Alpha got sick of me and kicked me out of the pack. I turned my back on them and ran, away from my so called “Family” into a life of secrecy. No one knows what truly happened. From then on I lived as a Rogue, alone and independently, trusting no one at all and contact with other people were seldom, if not at all. I learned to hunt and bait, using my small territory as my advantage over my prey. I never got the feeling of running out of food as there were many edible things, from small animals to fish, along with fruits and berries. I was overall satisfied. As time passes by, my mind became sharper, my stamina built up, abilities enhanced and always in tip-top shape. Eventually, It was only a matter of time before I was old enough to stop hunting small animals for food and get a job so that I could live a life as an ordinary person. However, realizing I don’t have an adequate amount of money to buy food, I had no choice but to continue my hunts for small game. Life carried on as is until I received news from the wolf council passing a law stating that all rogues must attend school or be punished by death. As a result, the council learnt of my current status and rented a small apartment for me, also with permission on attending a high-school, which I accepted not really having a choice. But because I have never been to school since 7th grade, I felt quite excited and curious. The Council had placed all rogue wolves in their respective age group for schooling regardless of how much we truly know, I believe they are just setting us up for failure, well besides me I had managed to keep up my education by myself as it seemed very natural to me. I’ve always loved learning and was quite fast at it. So here I was, days later, going to my senior year of High School in the nearest werewolf territory with no friends along with being the only female rogue in the whole world. In the werewolf society only males have ever been rogues; females are regarded as highly important to a pack and are never under any circumstance to be kicked out for if a alpha does so they are looked down upon by the council. As the only female rogue in the world, many rumors come and go; some true, some not. I woke up to the morning sun beating down on me through my tiny apartment window. With a yawn, I sheepishly looked over at my clock. 8:23 am. “Damn it, I overslept, but who could blame me?” I hadn’t slept in a bed since I left the pack. Pushing my thoughts aside, I dragged myself out of bed and took the three steps to get to the dark oak dresser. I peered into the mirror over the dresser while taking a few seconds to look at myself. A pair of dark blue eyes stared back at me, seeming full of mysteries hidden from the world framed by long lashes, and my cheeks, always a soft, delicate pink in color with my straight nose, full lips - I seemed to be the picture of perfection, like my father always told me. My skin had become moderately tanned in color, which used to be milky white, but other than that, the rest of my features were undamaged over the time spent in the wild except for the scars lining my back and stomach from the fights for food and crossing of others territory. With a sigh, I looked away from the mirror and wasting no time at all, I put on the only tight skinny jeans I have, a dark tank top, and a red with black square tiles flannel. I looked around my little but relatively clean apartment, with the room consisting of a few cupboards, a small kitchen, small dining table, a small living room, tv, brown carpet and my bedroom with a twin size bed. Not bothering to make breakfast, I glanced at the time “Great, I'm going to be late on the first day at this stupid school”. Quickly grabbing my backpack, I flew down the stairs to catch the bus in time which I did... barely. Finding an empty seat, I took my seat and the bus set off. With the bus in motion, I had many thoughts going through my head “Will I make friends? Probably not better to be alone so I can make a quick exit. Everyone will most likely hate me”. Oblivious of her path ahead, the bus went on without stopping. This will be the first day that rogues are permitted to attend at high school. My natural instincts took over and quickly scanned my surroundings as I exited the bus. As soon as I my feet touch ground, I was greeted with curious and shocked faces. Keeping my frame low, I scurried inside the school while being careful to hide my powerful Beta wolf’s scent. The halls were full of students, freshmen and seniors alike. Then, out of nowhere, the smell of pack wolves were thick in the hallways. I could even hear all the whispering and rumors the she-wolf's are making about me starting to spread around me, great this is gonna be an interesting year. I had to shove my way through the crowded hallways trying to get to my class while people stare at me. When I reached the door, it turns out that I’m the first student to arrive in the class. I double checked if I was in the right class. “Yup, this is it”. The class, like all others, includes 30 desks and chairs, a chalkboard, a large brown oak desk for the teacher and some similarly colored shelves, a clock lays pinned on the wall, high above the chalkboard. Muttering to myself, I walked towards the back and slid into a seat closest to the windows in the back left corner, where the sun is shining through. I kept my face completely neutral and stared out the window waiting for this stupid ass class to start. Through the crystal-clear windows I could see much of the surroundings, including a few lunch tables and trees. A layer of luscious green grass covered the soil and just beyond, a blotch of darkness overtook the field. Realizing it’s the woods, I took a moment to realize how close the woods were to the school that would come in handy from time to time. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by all the whispering, I looked up to see the others coming in and taking their seats and again, giving me cold glares. Not really caring I returned my gaze to the window once again. Minutes later I heard the teacher running in, seconds before the bell rang for school to start. Hearing nothing more, I turned to see the teacher staring blankly in my direction. I return his stare with a bored one. He quickly snapped out of his state, clearing his throat and beginning his lesson. After that incident the rest of my classes where much the same. Me being gawked at and whispers filling the rooms. I only have four classes before lunch then two after. Art being my favorite one because it's before lunch and two I love sketching and drawing it's oddly calming for me. I had never been able to enjoy it as much as I like because surviving leaves little room for free time. At last, the sound of the lunch bell rang, echoing throughout the school and passing through every classroom. During that moment, the bell has never sounded so lovely to my ears for I'm starving to death. Being the werewolf I am, I need twice more the amount a normal human would eat and need to eat more often than humans as well. I hurriedly barged through the over crowded hallways to get outside. Everyone poured out of the big school doors and headed to the food trucks, my hands went to my pockets but of course, I don't have any money. I can't go off campus either otherwise if i try, I'll probably be killed for stepping off school property. Looks like I got to wait. Sighing to myself, I picked the tree I saw earlier from one of the classroom windows and sat down. Leaning my back against the tree with my legs spread out, I closed my eyes wanting to take a nap but knew I couldn’t let my defenses drop. I heard her approaching me before I opened my eyes. Thanks to my beta blood I have more heightened sense then the she-wolves but I didn’t want anyone knowing that, so earlier this morning I had masked my scent to that of an ordinary beta rather than that of my original power filled scent. I heard her footsteps stop right in front of me then open my eyes only to be face to face with her and smelling the hatred roll off of her in waves. She began to talk but I wasn’t really paying attention so I just sat annoyed until deciding enough was enough. “So are you gonna tell me what the hell you’re doing in my face or do I have to bite it off” “Ugh you're such an ugly b***h” “I’m sorry but i'm not a mirror” “Whatever you think you’re special but your not so stay away from Lucas he is my mate and you’re stupid to think he’d ever take interest in filth like you, bitch.” Ouch that stung, just kidding. Who the hell is Lucas? “Ok now i’m going to say this slowly so you can process this in your pea sized brain, I. Don’t. Care.” “Whatever” she states with such a dramatic hair flip like she thinks it’s gonna affect me, she finally leaves me alone. In her place a tall, shaggy dark haired, light brown eyes guy came up to me. It was obvious he was socially awkward but in a cute way. He was also a rogue like me but it seems like he just recently became one. ...I wonder what happened. He isn’t like the others. “Hey, can I sit with you” “Only if you tell me why your a rogue” “Wow a seat for a price alright, I got kicked out for being an outcast” “ I can see that, you seem very awkward” “Aw come on I tried so hard to seem cool” that earned a laugh out of me “Just kidding I’m just always this charming” To be continued...