Arlina kominski heaved a sigh as her black Nissan Sentra made itâ€™s way up a thick gravel drive way to a empty, and vacant looking house on the outskirts of town. This would be where her lovely time spent between collage , and home would be. In fact one might say the house was her new home. Though she hardly felt welcome in such a deserted place. She had bought it with the last reserves of her money from whatever happened to her family which even she couldnâ€™t be sure what had happened to them. Just that they left her with enough money to buy a house, and car with a few pennies left over till she finds a job. This vacant place was now her homeâ€¦<br/><br/>Her car finally came to a slow stop as she reached the newly built garage, and parked it in front of the garage. The house itself was fairly large, and would assumedly be able to house a decent 6 people give or take. However the home was close to the forest which was good because she could roam freely in the forest in her werewolf form. That is if another pack hadnâ€™t already claimed the area. She was a lone wolf, and definitely did not want to cross over territory. Not only because she was trying to run from being a wolf but also because crossing hairs with another pack may end up getting her a bad name if the pack is not friendly.<br/><br/>She tugged the keyâ€™s out of ignition shoving away a stray long  lock of black hair that happened to get loose from her ponytail. Heaving a sigh her hands pushed open the driver door to allow it to clang behind her. Echoing around the ever empty area of the forest.  Her tight white tank top hugged her body and ended just above her belly button, while her jeans hugged her body just right. The high heel black tops made her look just a tiny bit taller than she really was. The forest nearly surrounded her, and the feeling of loneliness hit her hardest at this moment.<br/><br/>The steps of her feet as they reached the old decrepit stone stairâ€™s that touched the door seemed remind her of an old gothic house. "A perfect setting for a gothic story." She muttered jangling the keys while she tried to find the right one for the front door. At last the front door swung open and in her mail box rested a envelope with her collage name it. Not only welcoming her late arrival but also slipping her schedule. Which read 1st class: Psychology,2nd: Graphic Design,3rd: creative writing. Her body bumped into a lamp , and then into the chair. She heaved a sigh and went about making sure that all the items for the house were there , and that she had everything for school. Not realizing that her running away from the past would never workâ€¦.