Under The Moonlight

It was a Monday morning in Eastport, a beautiful town. The sun was rising in the sky and the people woke up to go to their jobs or schools most of them still sleepy. It was mid-September meaning school had already started for the past two weeks. Something that Ariel Sparks- currently lying in her oh-so comfortable bed- didn't really like. Well, school wasn't exactly what she hated. It was waking up early.

The sunlight coming through her light curtains was blinding her, not making easier for her to sleep some more minutes. She covered her face with the sheets. She didn't really need them at night. It was never cold in Eastport. But she felt safer under them. And they really helped in this kind of situations when the sun- which she loved- was being annoying.

"Ariel! I won't say this another time. Get up. We'll be late!" Ariel's sister older sister, Jessica, yelled to her from somewhere in the house. She was 25 years old and an English teacher in Eastport High School in which Ariel was a senior this year.

"Yeah... I will do... that..." Ariel whispered more to herself. But Jessica heard her. Werewolf hearing wasn't so good sometimes.

"Come on Ariel."

"Ok, ok relax. I'm getting up right now." Ariel said and meant it this time.

With difficulty she removed her long legs from the most comfortable mattress in the whole world and got up. She checked her phone for any messages- which was basically the first thing she did when she woke up every day- and went to her stereo to turn it on and listen to loud music- the second thing she did in the morning. It helped her waking up.

She walked-danced to her private bathroom and did her routine of preparing. Luckily for her she had already picked her clothes from last night. Black leggings, a red V neck blouse, her high-heeled boots and a blazer.

She didn't put on makeup like the girls in her age-not really needing it, her skin was flawless. She applied some mascara to her long eyelashes to make her big chocolate piercing eyes pop even more and pink lipstick to her juicy lips.

"Ariel do you... oohh you look beautiful honey!" A sweet voice said when Ariel was looking at herself in the mirror. It was her mum, Shelley Sparks. A beautiful 45 year old lady with blonde hair and the kind blue eyes Ariel had inherited from her. Well she may look sweet now but when she was mad... let's just say that no one liked to be the person she was angry at- something Ariel had gotten from her.

Ariel looked at herself in the mirror. She was... ok. She didn't really see why everyone seemed to think she was so beautiful. It wasn't that she thought she was ugly... she had a lot of self-esteem... definitely not ugly... Just nothing remarkable.

But she was wrong. Ariel Sparks was more than just beautiful- and everyone would agree. She had chocolate long hair that felt like silk, big same chocolate as her hair eyes that turned darker when she got angry and the most breath-taking smile. Her complexion was naturally tanned-something that every girl in her school was jealous of- and made her look exotic and desirable. A small nose, fleshy light pink lips and high cheekbones completed her image. Her cheeks were always rosy and when she smiled she got cute dimples. Her body was slim with sexy curves, standing at 5'5 tall. For an average girl in her age she was tall but not for werewolves. Her long toned legs were a sight to every guy that knew her and so was her breast and bottom. She was hot.

She was one of those women that looked great in black. It was her signature color. Everything she wore had a little black. It was great with her skin tone. Although she loved bright colors she preferred their darker shades in clothing. Her style was a mix of edgy and chic and she managed to pull it off great. She loved short dresses, leather jackets, skinny jeans, shirts, shorts, blazers and sweaters and her closet was full of them. She couldn't live without high heels and red lip-stick fitted her perfectly.