The Shining ¥ Teen Wolf

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    "Winowna! Up right now darling or I'll let Pete drive your car." The slowly fainting English accent of her mother ruffled the teen from her sleep.

One eye opened, the surface of deep blue expanding as her pupil receeded. "You better not."

"It's a quarter to seven. Will you get out of bed before I have to drag you out." Crossing her arms, Winnie's stunning mother gave her a very parental look.

Winnie groaned, covering her head with the duvet of her bed that was growing more comfortable by the second.

"I'm well aware." Elizabeth only lightly smiled, Winnie, with brown locks everywhere, surfaced again. "It's open art day, isn't it?"

This clearly peaked her attention.

Elizabeth knew she'd done her job, leaving her room with a light laugh.

Winnie grumbled once more, rolling out from her duvet and letting her feet touch the wood flooring of her home. Cold, she scrunched her nose but persisted and rose to her full 5'5 height. "Gross," she said, looking out the door to the snow tumbling down in heavy whirls.

Reluctant to even move two more inches, she crossed her room and went to the closet. She removed a maroon cable knit sweater that was comfy and oversized. She inwardly groaned about having to put on a bra but did the deed anyways. She wiggled into skinny jeans and laced up brown combat boots after putting on fuzzy Winnie the Pooh socks.

"Five or you're walking," Winnie called to Pete as she easily winged liquid eyeliner and dabbed concealer under her eyes.

Pete, hair pushed up and dark brown just like hers, only stopped in the hall outside of his sister's doorframe. "Kay."

Winnie nearly ruined her liner, her eye twitching. "Are you a fourteen year old white girl or potassium, Peter?"

Pete only rolled his eyes, the green of them like emeralds.

Winnie adjusted her hair, putting it half up half down with a french braid. With her brother gone, she hummed to herself and jogged down the staircase with her car keys in hand.

Elizabeth slid a over plate with a piece of bread lathered in nutella as Winnie came in while pulling on her big, army green coat.

"Thanks." Winnie quickly took it, putting it in her mouth as she pulled the caught hair from under her coat. She looked to Pete, decked with a neff beanie and half a bagel in his mouth. Motioning with her head as she zipped up her coat, she started to leave. She got her hands free, taking her bag off of the hook in the hall and fishing for her keys.

Pete followed her, grabbing his jacket and slipping it on. He grabbed his backpack, "Bye, Mom."

"Bye, Sweetheart. Have a good day you two." Elizabeth smiled, waving her twins off.

"Love you." Winnie put her bag over her shoulder and took the toast from her mouth. She unlocked the black 2010 Ford Focus, getting in and sticking her bag in the back. "Tests today?"

"Chemistry," Pete replied, climbing in shotgun and putting his backpack between his legs. "You?"

"Precalc, but that's it. I've got a block period of open art so it should be a good day."

"Painting or drawing today?" Pete, not always awful and a typical teenage boy, genuinely cared as they backed out of the driveway.

"Painting, I think." Winnie seemed to have come to a choice. "Yeah, painting. No clue what I'm going to paint, but I'll get there."

"You'll figure it out." Peter fiddled with the radio, finding the alternative station. "You always do."

"True. Unless it's tuesday. I can't really do tuesdays much."