Alivia Clearwater was sitting in her room crosslegged on the bed she hadn’t slept in with a blank page and a charcoal pencil. Her hand flew across the page darkening the white paper with firm lines. Soon her lines would form a picture. As usual it was a wolf half hidden by the dense forest. It’s eyes seeming to bore into the soul of the watcher. Alivia had a secret love for wolves. One that wasn’t so secret since it was blatantly obvious. The only secret part was that Alivia believed in Werewolves and desperately wanted to meet one. Something she would never tell her brother David.<br/><br/>David Clearwater was down in the kitchen preparing coffee and breakfast. It was the crack of dawn and normal people were soundly in bed, but David would take the old chevy truck up into the woods as soon as Alivia had been dropped at the Highschool. David was a lumberjack when there was need for it. Since the seasons were quickly changing firewood was a good profitable business to be in. HIs axe lay by the door with his chainsaw, ready to be loaded up into the chevy.<br/><br/>David finished scrambling some egg and cheese with a few slices of friend bacon and toasts. He set the plates on the the table and headed to the base of the stairs in their small home.<span style="color: #af0000">”Alivia breakfast is ready,”</span>he called knowing his sister was awake. She liked to pretend she was an owl or so David thought. Honestly Alivia didn’t like sleep, because sleep meant remembering and remembering left her feeling broken inside.<br/><br/>Alivia rose from her bed setting the pad down with the stick of charcoal and headed downstairs. Dressed in a pair of black jeans and loose black t-shirt Alivia looked gothic with her long black hair and pale complexion. Her hair was tied back in a loose tail where only the dyed parts fell around her face. She was barefoot and wore a light makeup to hide the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep.<br/><br/><span style="color: #af0000">”You really aught to get more sleep little sister, school is starting and you need to get good grades to go to collage or university,”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">“Yah I know Dave,”</span>Alivia said tiredly as she slid into her seat at the table quietly waiting for her brother to say a prayer. She wasn’t religious, but they had both been raised by christian parents. So David had taken to praying before every meal. Alivia tolerated it. Once he was done they began eating in silence. David was almost always silent and Alivia didn’t want to talk.<br/><br/>Alivia knew that Dave had given up his life for her. It was something that bothered her to this day. Something that weighed heavily on her mind and made her want to succeed if only for him. He deserved her best efforts. Not that it did much good. Teachers didn’t like Alivia here or anywhere, but she wasn’t a dropout. She just wan’t a straight A student. So what.<br/><br/>Breakfast didn’t last long and Alivia did the dishes while David packed the chevy with her backpack and his equipment. Once he returned to tell her it was ready she was already shrugging on her sweater and putting on her shoes over some pink socks. David smiled at her lovingly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #af0000">”You’ll make friends here Via, don’t worry,”</span>David said giving her a warm hug before he led her to the chevy. The drive to the school was a really short one and Alivia got out with her backpack swung over her shoulder. She stood not he curb as the sun rose in the distant horizon watching David drive away towards the forest. She hoped he would be safe today. She hated that he had to leave.