My Warlock King Mate.

My name is Hope Summers. I'm 17 years old and I live with my foster family in a small town near Mystic Falls. My real parents died in a car accident when I was 4 years old, as my aunt said. I only have a necklace my mom gave me on my first birthday. It's like my lucky charm. It looks like a circle with twisted wavy lines, fangs and a foot in its center. It's very elegant, I think, in its silver chain. I like it and I usually find myself playing with him, with my fingers. This family is quite good and supportive. I have a brother named Christopher Summers, and we call him Chris. He's 18 years old and studying at New York University. My life is fine, if not unhappy. At school, they call me different names like fat cow, stinking rat or stupid brat. I never thought of myself as fat, my body is fit and thin the last time I checked, this morning. Although I think I'm pretty smart since my grades are pretty high than everyone else in my class. I don't give a what they think. So here I am now in class watching out the window and thinking about what's wrong with my life. The bell took me out of my thoughts. I took my bag, packed my things, walked out of the room and started walking to the cafeteria. "Stinking rat, be careful." Charlie said, and he pushed me hard into the cupboards. I felt like a sting when I ran into them. Charlie Wallis is the rich b***h every school has. I guess you all know. She and her minions, Alexa and Maya, are queens of the school and everyone obeys them, but not me and my friends. "What's your problem, Charlie?" I asked her, rubbing my hand that fell into the cupboards. "You're my problem, Hope Summers!" God, I want to kill her. "What does that mean? I'm not even talking to you! How am I your problem?" This excitement runs through my body, into every cell of mine. I can feel it in my spine. When I turned 17 my body almost transformed into a nice fit built body. My wavy, dark brown, long hair became lighter. Even my dark blue eyes turned into a sky blue in a silver frame. In my veins, I feel like my blood wants to burn my flesh. I get angry easily and I think I can hear voices in my head. There's something wrong with me. "Little rat, don't even think about touching me. I'm going to crush you like a cockroach," Charlie said, and her face approached inches away from mine. Her minions are all around me in the shape of a circle. My temperature's on the roof. I can crush her like a fly. One hand grabbed me by the shoulder, I turned my head and saw Amelie smiling at me. "Come on, Hope, let's go to the cafeteria." I smiled and forgot about Charlie. She doesn't deserve it anyway. We just got away from the minions. Thought! Amelie is about 6.2 feet tall, curly, dark brown hair, green eyes and a nice body. We walked into the cafeteria and saw Oliver, who is sitting at the table waiting for us. Oliver is 7 feet tall I think he's a giant among us, with blonde, short, hair, dark ocean blue eyes and strong body like a fighter. From the first moment I met them, they became my friends and they're always there for me. We sat at the table with him, started laughing and talking about a lot of things and our lessons. Oliver started talking again about werewolves and witches and all those magical creatures. I know there are no magical creatures, but we have to listen to him every time. The last period bell rang. Thank God I don't need to hear any more of his stories. We went to the hall, luckily Amelie sits with me in chemistry. She's better than me at chemistry. And he helps me most of the time. The professor gave us weekend work on couples. I'm with Amelie. Well, that's good. The last period passed easily with Amelie's help. The bell rang and we're free to go home. We walked with Amelie and Oliver to my house. We broke up before my house, these stupid girls came out of nowhere and tried to intimidate me again. "Hey, stinking rat! Why are you in such a hurry?" "Leave me alone." "No, you have to learn manners first!" he said, plus the others formed a circle around me. I looked around if anyone was around for help. Then I felt a loud slap in my face. It felt like a burn, actually, I turned around and looked at her. The others kicked my legs to retreat. When I fell to the ground, the three of them started kicking at my ribs, stomach and legs. I covered my face with my hands. When they finished the attack, they spit on me. "That'll teach you manners, little brat," Charlie said, laughing devilishly. The minions followed her to the black car and left. My body hurts and I tried to stand up with some effort actually. I walked to my house, i lightly hit my clothes with my hands, trying to clean them up a little bit. I brushed the hair with my fingers to make it look decent. I walked in and went straight to my room and then to the bathroom. I took off my clothes and walked into the shower. Hot water doesn't make my bruises feel better, but I needed it so the tears wouldn't show in my eyes. I grabbed a towel and dried myself. I went back to the room and took a look at the full mirror of my body. The bruises all over my body don't look good. Some of them are red and some are dark blue. I hate myself when he looks so helpless. Luckily, I don't need to see those bitches for the weekend. I dressed in a black leggings and an oversized shirt. I touched the back of my bed and started reading my books.