I let out a distressed sigh as I gave him the most reassuring smile I could muster. "I am nervous. But that's what makes it an adventure, right?" He smiled weakly, obviously catching the fact that I was trying to lighten up the mood, with little to no success. He didn't say anything else after that and I was left with my own thoughts as I stared out at the trees that passed by. My gosh, how many trees can one city hold? As I continued to stare at them and imagine myself running through them at an inhuman pace (I've always done that since I was a little girl), I couldn't help but notice a dark figure running at the same speed my dad was allowing the truck to go. I squinted my eyes slightly, trying to get a better view of it; but the second I had seen it, it was gone. I rubbed my eyes to check if I was hallucinating before I rolled down the window and stuck my head out. I looked back behind the truck to see if I was able to spot anything. It was quite difficult if you asked me since my long hair kept on getting in the way from the harsh winds that were now being blown harshly against my head. With a swift movement of my hand, I collected my hair and held it over my shoulder as I stared down the road. Huh, nothing. Just when I was about to move back inside, I noticed a dark figure in the corner of my eye emerge from the trees. I immediately looked back and nearly gasped at the sight. I blinked once, twice, trying hard to erase the image of what I was seeing but it still remained as the figure became smaller and smaller as we descended down the road. Is that a.....wolf? I sat back down on my seat, rolling up the window with a shaking hand. I shook my head slightly, trying to decipher what I had just seen. It was literally a pitch black wolf, who seemed to be.....staring at me? How can a wolf be staring at me? I know many animals become curious when a vehicle would pass by, hence the reason why there are so many accidents around the nation every year, but this wolf was different, in an odd way, and I couldn't put my finger on it. I know I couldn't see it very well since my dad was driving at a fast amount of speed, but I could've sworn I saw some sort of intelligence in that creature's eyes. Ok.....Black Forest, Colorado was officially driving me insane already. I shook my head and leaned my elbow against the window frame, laying my cheek against my hand as I let out a soft sigh. My dad must have noticed because I could suddenly feel his eyes on me. "Everything okay?" I nodded in response, not even looking his way. I instead began to wonder how the people in town would be like. How the students in school will be like, which was my main priority. Like I have said before, I am not too much of a sociable person; and even if I was, I don't think many people would like me. The second they heard about how I had advanced a grade when I got to middle school, I was immediately labeled as the school nerd, which I didn't really mind because it was nothing but the truth. I had no other stuff to do in my spare time, so I instead spent it doing tons and tons of homework. My desk was always packed with books, whether it be from school or just for the sake of reading; people would automatically assume I was in college or something. But I wanted that to change. This was my senior year for crying out loud, and I didn't want to spend it hidden behind books and make everyone think I was a loner or something. Which, again, I kind of was, seeing as I have never had a boyfriend or anything; but it was never a necessity. As my dad finally turned down the road to our new home, I agreed to myself that I would try my best to make this year as memorable as I could. Maybe join the cheer-leading squad or something. Yeah....never mind. I was never too fond of the cheerleaders in my previous schools. You know how they are stereotyped in movies? Well, they are for a reason. Well, most of them I should say. To my relief, my dad turned left and parked the truck in the driveway in front of our new home. I gathered my iPod that I had left on my lap and put it inside my back pocket as I exited out of the truck. My black vans landed on the soft dirt beneath me with a loud thud. I looked up at the house, pleased to see how old fashioned its appearance displayed. The house needed a new paint job, but it would suffice for the time being. It was a two story home with a large porch out in the front that held a small wooden swing that would definitely sit at least two average sized people (if the swing didn't decide to give way in the middle of someone sitting on it). There were two large windows that overlooked the front yard on the second floor, which I automatically assumed were either the two bedrooms or simply one of them. The front yard wasn't entirely a mess, but it did need some attention seeing as the grass was now a yellowish brown and weeds were sprouting here and there. Where my dad had parked the car in the driveway was towards one side of the house, so I had a clear view of the backyard. It resembled the front one, but instead was surrounded by a forest that this town seemed to be known by, hence the name. I chuckled at the thought as I made my way to the back of the truck and grabbed a hold of my favorite backpack. I don't know for how long I have had it, but the stains and the worn out fabric showed that it has been with me for quite some time now. I smiled appreciatively down at it as I helped my dad with the rest of the luggage. Thankfully, my dad had shipped in our furniture ahead of time, so there was no sleeping on the floor for me.