Blue Moon

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Prologue

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It was easy to give into temptation with the small box just sitting under my bed, ready to be opened to reveal the contents inside. Though, I had never planned for it to ever be noticed by my parents across the hall. Temptation was a terrible thing to give into, and once you have given in, life would never be the same. Of course, my life had changed one year ago when I had moved to a small town up in the California mountains. It was then that I was introduced to this addiction. And after that, I thought I could never give it up, but I was compelled. I was sent to a rehab center for six months, forcing me to leave my family, and my education.

Now, I’m out of rehab. I’m starting fresh. No drugs, no temptations, nothing. I was free to live my life without something to cut my life so short. But, there is only one problem: who exactly said I was able to let go?

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Chapter 1: Blue Valley

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Blue Valley High School: houses approximately 880 students out of a 3,200-city population. It made sense- I suppose, but the school, in my taste, was too small. My parents had come here on a whim because they thought it would make our lives better, but it didn’t even make it close. I was sent into a rehab center and my parents were on the edge to separation. Add to that was the fact that the city had a whole “werewolf” legend. Apparently, when the city was built three hundred years ago, an elder by the name of Helio witnessed a wolf-like creature attacking a villager in such a gruesome matter that once they found the body they could not even identify it.

There were other witness accounts through the years, but it was never proven. No matter how many stories were made, no matter how many movies shown, and no matter how many actual witnesses testified there was no one in this town that had decided to make this legend recognizable to the rest of the world.

At least this was what was told to me. I didn’t believe in it; I waved it away like any other newcomer. Not only was that one of the reasons I was shut out by my fellow classmates and shunned by my neighbors, but also because everyone in the town knew what I had done; they knew I was sent to a rehab for six months.

To me, it didn’t matter. I was ahead in my schooling by a year. I was the smartest in my elementary class for so long they decided they would bump me up a grade. Now, my parents regret it. They said I never deserved it if they knew I was going to become a druggie for a part of my life. My grades lowered, my behavior was terrible, and I didn’t listen to anyone anymore: the normal actions of a druggie. That was the past. The past didn’t matter anymore. I was willing to let go, but others weren’t ready to let go, and I had to deal with it.

“Look who’s back…” A simple voice in a crowd of 880 students reached my ears. I was the talk if the town. I was back, and everyone knew.

“I heard she broke out.” Another voice in the distance as I simply walked passed a group of three young girls. What did rumors do anyway? They ruin the lives of others without a single purpose but to devastate and humiliate a person’s reputation. I was the person being ruined here, and I hadn’t tried to stop it. Why would I care? Yes, I did take drugs, but it wasn’t because I was depressed or hurt in some way. I took it for the pure adrenaline it created in me. I loved how my heart beat faster every second for the shortest amount of time, the blood rushing through my veins just before everything seemed to slow down. I was intoxicated. It didn’t matter what others thought. This was me, not anyone else.

I didn’t drink. I didn’t smoke. I just did drugs.

Not anymore.

“Who’s that?”

“The guy…? Oh, the girl… Naomi White. She used to be a druggie- I heard.” A voice scoffed, “Stay away from her.” I heard. What does that tell you?

Blue Valley is a clean town. There are no such things as “bad” people- only misguided ones. I’m bad, though- the one and only “bad” one in this town. I can’t help but smile at that. I like being the rebel. Keeps others from messing with me. I liked it.

“Watch it!” I remarked as a short girl with dark brown hair bumped into me. I glanced at her small baby-like face before looking away, suddenly feeling guilty.

“S-sorry.” She stuttered before running off, her large blue backpack bumping against her back as she stumbled along. I turned away, trying to avoid anyone’s gaze, but failing miserably. There was a boy sitting on the steps that led to the Arts building. His dark eyes risen from the book he read to gaze at me. I narrowed my eyes for a split second as a chill ran up my spine. Shaking my head, I turned around and tightened my light jacket around my body before walking forward once again. His eyes still seemed to pierce my soul- if that were even possible, but I hated it completely. I didn’t need someone to know my very being like that.

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The last bell of the day rang, shattering my fantasy world and forcing me back to reality. I quickly shut my Literature book, the world of Shakespeare coming to an end. If it weren’t for that blonde in front of me, we would have had homework tonight. I hadn’t been more thankful toward a blonde prep than I had that day. Too bad she was one of the girls in the school that started the rumors about me so abruptly. Plus, that kid that was staring at me earlier this morning was in two of my classes: statistics and english 12. It was wonderful, right? I couldn’t be angrier.

Well, yes, it was possible, but I was still downright angry about it. Why we couldn’t move back to Philadelphia- I’ll never know. I grabbed my backpack and made my way out the door, but not before running into a little problem.

“Watch it, druggie.” The blonde who had been sitting in front of me retorted as she pushed me back against the wall. I stood there for a split second, my mouth hanging open just before I rushed after her with my hands balled into fists. I was completely ready to punch her in the face in when I suddenly felt someone hold me back. I writhed from their grip on my arm, but they were just so damn strong.

“Let go of me, you-…” I stopped then when I realized who exactly was holding me back. It was the boy from this morning. Someone behind me giggled and I scowled and yanked my arm free from his grip. He just watched me, his dark green eyes holding hardly any expression. I backed away slowly, fixing the shoulder strap to my backpack before it slipped off my shoulder completely. I breathed in deeply, trying to calm myself down, trying not to let the adrenaline rush through me again, but it was different this time-wasn’t it? I didn’t have deadly drugs flowing through my veins; it was purely my blood, now. What did it matter?

I let my bangs fall to the sides of my face just before turning around. The crowds now gathering in the hallway blocked my view of the retreating girl, and when I turned around to glance at the black-haired boy, he was gone. Students filled every crevice of the halls, and I quickly snapped back to reality.

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The strong scent of something cooking in the oven hit me hard as I swung the door to my house open. From then I could tell my mother, Mia, had come home from the library early. As you might have guessed, my mother is the town’s librarian. Well, if you want to call it a library: the building looked more like a house with brick walls and glass doors.

“Is that you, Naomi?” she called from the kitchen. I threw off my shoes, closed the door, and dropped my backpack.

“Yeah, mom. It’s me.” I replied half-heartedly as I made my way to the kitchen, a small, rectangular area with just enough counter space to cook a decent meal.

“Where have you been?” Mia asked, trailing behind me as I made my way to the refrigerator. “Well?” she persisted as I opened the refrigerator door to grab a bottle of water.

“Well,” I turned around, but quickly stepped back in surprise when I noticed the sharp knife pointing at me in her hand.

“Sorry…” she muttered, placing the knife down and walking over to the oven.

“There was a lot of traffic so I finished up some of my Spanish class work.” I said before taking a sip from the crystal clear water.

“Oh?” she voiced, grabbing the knife to poke at what I guessed was the chicken.

“Yeah.” I shrugged, making my way to the door. That sounds believable, I thought. Everyone knew I was terrible in Spanish. Though, not all of what I said was true. There was traffic, but I couldn’t care less. If I had known that the classic Mustang parked next to my dying Chevy belonged to that boy with the black hair, I would have parked two blocks away. As you can tell by now, I haven’t grown too fond of him in the meanwhile. For one, he should have never interfered in my business. Another mark and he’ll have to learn the hard way of messing with me.

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Alright, alright. Please tell me what you think. I didn’t like this beginning chapter very much, but I’d like to know what you the readers think because I’m hoping to publish this one day. I won’t be posting the entire story, however, but I’d like to know what you all think and what I might be able to change or add. So, give me all the good criticism you can, but please- no flames. Thank you!