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In a furnished bedroom, Bailey Starr's house in LAS VEGAS. Melissa Bryan, 16, red brunette, slim, soft eyes and amazing skin is clad in underwear and stirs awake, lying in between the bed sheets, where she faces the window side before spreading her arms to feel the warmth of the bed. After a moment, Melissa sits up on top of the bed. Then walks over to the window side with a mug of coffee in her hands.
Bailey Starr and Melissa Bryan had been friends from birth, they did everything and anything together. People actually thought they were sisters due to their close intimacy.
They lived across the same street and practically grew up together. Also attended the same high school. There was no secrets between them.
Melissa's been in a relationship that's lasted very long.
After losing her boyfriend Dylan Winchester who was a thousand werewolf; an ancient line of lycanthrope that possessed powers the world had never seen passed down from generations to generations. Bestowed with the power of not turning under the full moon and spoken in legends would unite the werewolf race and usher them into an era of peace. She swore to never open her heart to another ever again. All she wanted was a fresh start. Far from home. And everything.
Currently, she drinks from her mug and gets lost in her thoughts, over what happened in her life a few months ago.
"Another day of beautiful sunrise. I stay awake and lie in my bed, wishing everything would go back to normal. To the way it was. Actually, it's been three months since i moved to Las Vegas with my best friend Bailey Starr. The weather's nice. Reminds me of home. That is, New Summer in Denver. I miss him, i miss Dylan and it hurts so much. I miss my friends: Heather Cole, Harper Allen, Vince Jackman, Vakey Cole. Well, Kevin Somers has gone AWOL. Who knows what has become of our home? Anyway, Spring break is already over. Gotta say, no one can outrun their past. No matter how fast you think you are, it always catches up to you. My name is Melissa Bryan and this is my story."
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Now and then, the tall buildings of Las Vegas can be seen overhead -- THE PALAZZO, EIFFEL TOWER, TRUMP INTERNATIONAL HOTEL AND DREW LAST VEGAS. Several people are standing in the street at a bus stop, pressing their cellphones. Amongst the crowd is Melissa who wore a red leggings and black crop top with a face cap on. She listens to loud music through ear buds which are connected to her phone in her armband.
Afterwards, Melissa is jogging down Fremont Street in downtown Las Vegas which she runs past famous casinos such as GOLDEN NUGGET, FREE MONT HOTEL AND CASINO, THE MINT AND FOUR QUEENS. Also, jogs past some cars in a nearby parking lot, passes through a bridge at a park before making her way to a busy road. Then Melissa bends down to catch her breath as cars and people pass by. Hastily, Melissa checks her phone on her armband which says it's 07:35 AM. So, she starts jogging down the road.
The door chimes as Melissa enters a FedEx office. A man staring at a shelf smiles at Melissa who smiles back. Then she walks down to the counter and sees a black male worker in his mid thirties, Leo standing over there.
"Mornin.' How may I help you?," he said politely to her.
"Uh, i think I have a delivery under Bryan. Melissa Bryan," answered Melissa.
"Okay. Sorry, just a second."
Then Leo grabs a delivery box beside the counter table and drops it on the surface. He brings out a paper for Melissa to sign.
"Just sign here please."
"Okay."
Melissa grabs a pen from him and writes her signature boldly.
"Thank you. That'll be $25.50 cents," Leo stated.
The door chimes again. A curly haired man in brown leather jacket and ripped jeans walks through as Melissa stares back at him before averting her eyes. His auburn hair was soft and well combed. He's like a Disney prince in human form. He walks up to the counter and sees Melissa carrying the box by herself.
"Woah. Woah. Take it easy girl. You need some help with that?"
"No, I got it," said Melissa.
"You sure? A lady shouldn't be -- "
He tries to take the box off Melissa's hands.
"I said, I got it!" She answered abruptly.
And he raises his hands up in a non - threatening gesture. "Okay. Suit yourself. Name's Harris by the way. What's yours?"
She turns around. "Melissa."
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