A Faltering Awareness

The summer holidays had been hassle free, which was exactly what Georgiana Smith and her friends had needed following the previous year’s significant events.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon as Matthew Brownstone drove to Woodbridge, the were school where Georgiana would be attending her junior year. She was looking forward to it, to continue learning about her true heritage, to meet classmates she hadn’t seen in months, and to get back into a peaceful routine.

Georgiana closed her dark green, almost black eyes that had yellow specks around the irises as she enjoyed the sun’s rays bathing hear heart-shaped face. Her high cheekbones were reddish against her beige complexion because of the sunbathing she’d done with her adopted sister Faith, and her full lips formed a small smile. Her short, wavy hazel hair fell loose, barely reaching her shoulders, and her legs were propped on the dashboard. Being five foot five, her knees bent, her feet were resting as opposed to taking over the area.

“We’re almost there,” Matthew’s pleased voice told her, even if she already knew.

Her heightened senses had given the location away, as other cars, human voices, and the distinct scents that were exuded from the school were unmistakable.

Georgiana sat up and looked at her father. He was four inches taller than she was, he had black hair that was cropped short, had a medium nose, thin lips, a cleft chin and sharp cheekbones. His complexion, which was darker than Georgiana’s, also had a bronze look to it from the time spent outdoors. Georgiana had inherited her strange eyes from him, and even if almost a whole year had gone by since she’d gotten her first glimpse into who and what she really was, it still struck her as odd to see a man who looked to be in his mid-twenties as her father. Then again, she had grown up thinking her parents to be dead or not wanting her, so even if her new life was an adjustment, she welcomed it.

“I’ll drive as close as I can and then we’ll take it from there,” he told her.

“It’s fine, we can carry the bags,” one of the perks of being a were was the added strength, plus the resilience.

“I know, but if we can avoid your things getting dirty…” Matthew told her.

Over the summer holidays he’d gone through surgery to get a bullet removed from his spine, and the possibility of moving around hassle-free made him grateful every time he needed to do something he hadn’t been able to do before.