Light filter's through the sheer forest green curtains draped from the window. The sound's of bird's chirping and squirrel's chattering fills the air, smiling I open my eyes. Staring up at the ceiling it was still dark enough for me to make out the fake constellations on the white surface. I stretched my arm's above my head, and look around the room. It was a relatively small room, with a full size bed pushed into the corner across from the door, it was covered with a deep green duvet set. Behind the bed as a headboard was a black and white picture of trees when looking up, across was a white dresser that dueled as a vanity because of the ornate mirror behind it. And on the farthest wall, to the right of the door, was a small window with a white desk under …show more content…
Avery and her husband Bill adopted me when I was one so they're the only parent's I really remember. Avery and Bill treated me just like their own, then Amy was born and we were truly a happy family, but all good things never seem to last. When I was 12, and Amy was 5, Bill left on a trip for his job, we all said our goodbye's at the airport, and he promised to be home in a week. That night we got a phone call, a storm unexpectedly came in and the airplane Bill was on received some damage, and crashed, their was no survivors. Now nearly 6 years later, Avery decided that we needed a change and moved out of our home in Denver Colorado, to go farther west to a small town in Oregon called Wolf Creek. From what I learned before we moved was the town had a very high wolf population, with a creek going through the center of town, and so ever since that's what it's been called. The trip took us 19 hours, we decided to use a moving truck and move our things ourselves so we have everything when we get their, at least that's what mom told us but Amy and I know it's because of the