Name: Willow Cross
Title/Genre: Inheritance-YA Urban fantasy
When Sarah received her inheritance, she didn't realize her true gift would come on her 18th birthday with the full moon.
Bang, clang, bang reverberated up the basement stairs and throughout the house. Sarah had already attempted to finish her homework in every room available, but the volume of noise remained equal in each. At least the kitchen table offered usable workspace.
Every so often a swoosh and tick tick tick from the portable welder would interrupt the clatter of metal being pounded into place. Then the bangs would begin again.
She took a sip of coffee and sat her cup on the kitchen table harder than she normally would have. Hot liquid sloshed over the sides and pooled under the blank sheet of paper that was supposed to have been an essay on slavery in the modern world. “Crap.” The bright yellow kitchen walls with sunflowers bordering the top didn't even come close to matching her mood. She stared at the mess on the table as the banging continued.
For the umpteenth time that afternoon, she wondered what Aunt Edna would have done in this situation. Sure they'd never met, but it would've been nice to have a grownup's perspective. A scowl crossed her face as she thought of what that last set of foster parents would have done. Jason would already be in an institution somewhere. If not in jail.
She sighed and grabbed a paper towel. Grownups were usually more trouble than they were worth. Besides, seventeen was pretty darn close to grown up. Close enough anyhow.