(This is a story I wrote a long time ago, just seeing if it's still worth the effort.)

My name, is Brook. Brook Hope. I am a High Schooler in New England, take advanced classes, blah-blah-blah... I'm adopted by a man by the name of John Steward, and the "Hope" family, doesn't exist. But that doesn't bother me much. After all, I'm a nobody as well.
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Jumping over another tree root, I manage to somehow stay in front of him.
"Brook!" The man shouts out for me to return. I can hear him stomping through all of the leaves, snapping twigs and branches off to make room for his bulking figure. I was so lost in thought about keeping him away, I lose my footing. A shrill cry escapes my throat as my world tumbles and I thud against the ground. A warm liquid runs down the side of my head.
"Brook, I can smell you! You're not getting far!" He sings behind me. I have to get up, I must keep moving. But my world is blurry and spinning and my limbs won't do what my head is saying to. A firm hand grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back,
"Found you!" I scream again as he pulls out a long blade. My terror prompts a laugh from him before he throws me to the side and prepares to strike me down with the blade. I throw my hands up in an effort to defend myself and close my eyes. Something warm splashes on me, followed by a thud. I open my eyes and they widen further. The thing that once resembled a man, now has ice sticking out in jagged places, the body is in an unnatural position... the knife fell to the forest ground. I turn around and start running. I can see the frost cloud my breath forms as I run faster. The snow crunches under my foot. But I don't feel any of it. I was cold, but now, I feel fine. In fact, it wasn't even snowing a few moments ago. A whisper floods around the forest, unifying with more voices as it goes.
"She's awakened."

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I jerk silently awake and sit up. Another nightmare. I had fallen asleep leaning on my desk, thankfully at the back of the room so Ms. Knight didn't see me. Biology class is my best class though, and I'm the only one making a hundred in her class. So, even if she did catch me, I doubt she'd do anything for it. The bell rings as I throw my bag over my shoulder and stand to leave.
"Brook! Brook over here!" I sigh inwardly. The Mayor's daughter. I have no idea how she passed the entrance exam, oh wait. Her dad paid them off. More than half the town is in his pocket. I stop walking and allow her to catch up to me,
"What is it?" I ask as politely as I can. She makes a pouty face,
"I need your Math homework." I shoot a glare at the passing cheerleader, she picks up her pace. I wave my hand in the air as I speak,
"Madilyn, I'm not giving you my homework again. Maybe next time you should actually do something instead of getting drunk with Stephen." Steve, or Stephen, is her boyfriend. The top football player. But she goes through more boyfriends than leaves fall from a tree.
"What?! You can do that, my father owns this town!! You better give me what I want!" She explodes into my ear. I'm taller than most of the people here. I'm also most likely stronger and faster. Combine that with my loose fitting yoga pants, t-shirt, and tennis shoes, and I can beat this spoiled brat in her hot pink frilly skirts. She'll wear what drags attention to her, not what is suitable.
"I've had enough of your cheating. Find someone else to play with." Before she can start bawling about her father, I vanish into the crowd. One very unlikely skill considering my height, but I'm not complaining. Whenever the whines have echoed down the hallway, I'm gone. Turning the corner to the 400 hallway. Regretting it instantly. John, my adoptive father, has chewed me out enough about fighting in school. His words summed up: "Fight again and I'm sending you to boot camp in the Antarctic." And he can do it too. But as I round the corner, I can already see the two Seniors beating up on the Freshman in the corner.
"Are you saying you have no more money?!! Is that what you're saying?!! Do you think you can get away with-!" By this time, I've come into view. The Seniors smirk and stand up tall, somewhat leaning back in a cocky stance.
"Well look who it is, the River!" Honestly, they could've come up with so many worse names. Sorry John, but I can't let this slide by me again. Not this time.