1 Chapter One

~ Taylor

I had never really ever believed in the fantastic, even though throughout my life my grandmama has told me countless stores, I was more inclined to believe in the paranormal. Ghosts seemed far more likely than fairies, elves, vampires, or werewolves. I rolled my eyes remembering the stories she'd tell about my grandpapa. Usually he was pictured to us. my brothers and I, as a giant wolf, I assumed that she meant that he was a big hairy man. I eventually decided that she wanted us to think that he was an amazing man. There weren't any pictures of him and dad didn't know what he looked like either, since he died before he was born. A bump in the road brought me out of my thoughts and looked out the window of the moving van.

My parents had decided that it would be good for our family of eight to move out to the middle of nowhere. They'd bought a small farm on the outskirts of a small town that was about a two hour drive from my home, Seattle. There was a small high school and elementary school, a family owned corner store, and lots of farms. I sighed and took out my cell. My lock screen glared brightly at me. I smiled sadly. My ex boyfriend and our mutual friends grinned back at me. My heart throbbed slightly, even more for him. He was my best friend, Sam. 6'3", athletic, dark haired, grey eyed, and funny. He was the most popular guy and, until a month ago, my boyfriend. How he and I ended up dating was beyond anyone's comprehension, even our own.

I was short, 5'2", because of my vigorous training I was quite muscular. I was more athletic than my body let on. I played football, tennis, ran track, and did cheerleading during basketball season. Although, it would be a lie if I said that my assets weren't a hindrance. I wore thick, black glasses over my one blue eye and one brown eye, having heterochromia meant that I grew up with a lot of bulling, but my two older brothers were always there to save me. My blonde hair was cut into a short pixy. I was spunky, adventurous, and, on more than one occasion, described as a troublemaker. My skin was tanned and scarred from the many exciting adventures that I'd dragged my friends on. I rarely wore makeup for the simple reason that it would steal too much of my precious sleep from me. I was the only daughter and the third oldest in my family. The road bumped again and I noticed that we'd already turned down our road.

It was slightly overgrown with grass and weeds. The gravel crunched under the tires of the van. I smiled. The road was almost exactly a mile long. My favorite pastime was running, getting the mail and putting out the trash and recycling would be about two mile each way. The farm that my parents had bought was twenty acres of land with a small farm house and barn. There were three bedrooms; one for my three younger brothers, one for my parents, and one for me. My two older brothers would be living in the barn office and working for my father as farm hands. The van slowed to a stop. It wasn't a house as it was a cabin. I opened the door and jumped out, almost tripping from the velocity. I walked to the house and opened the door. Dad whistled to get my attention.

"Your mom and brothers are going to get food and supplies at a store in town. You get first pick for rooms." I grinned. My father and I had a special relationship. We had the same humor and enjoyed teasing my mother and siblings. People often commented on our relationship saying that it was uncommon for fathers and daughters to be so close in personality. I ran inside. Despite being sad about moving away, I enjoyed exploring old houses, which was what most of my scars were from. I ended up picking a room that I guessed was supposed to be a guest room. It had its own bathroom and shower. It was much smaller than the master bedroom which I willingly gave up to my parents, after all I didn't need that much room. I pursed my lips. I'd have to paint over the light grey walls before moving my stuff in. I skipped out to dad, who was beginning to unload the van.

"Can you ask mom to get some paint?" He looked up.

"I think the previous owners left some paint in the shed if you want to check there first." I sprinted to the shed and yanked the old door open, jumping slightly when it went flying off its hinges. They must've been really corroded to come off so easily. I quickly picked it up and leaned it against the wall before peeking in. I spotted the paint cans in the far corner. White, barn red, bright yellow, tan, and lime green. I frowned slightly. Nothing I was interested in, other than the white. I grabbed the can and headed out. I yelled when I saw dad.

"Dad!" He turned toward me. "Nothing good, just stuff mom likes." He laughed and shook his head. Mom and I tended to fight a lot because of the difference in our tastes.

"I'll ask her. What colors?"

"Steel blue and air force blue, same colors as my old room." I said, running back to help him.