A new story that I have come up with, and this is my first time writing a story, and I hope you like it! So, please read and review, and if you like it, I'll post the next chapter!
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"Come on, Mom, I'm telling you, I didn't rip up my assignment that was due the next day just to make some confetti graffiti," I protested to my mom, "and besides, why would I spell 'TRUBL PIXEZZ RULE'? Honestly, that paper is worth half my grade, so now I have to spend the entire night working on it so I can turn it in!"
Mom just rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Karin," she replied, "just don't come crying to me about how tired you are in the morning." Ugh, I thought, Mom will never believe me…I HATE trouble pixies. I went outside to retrieve the extra copy that I had stashed just for occasions like this, from a small hole in the ground similar to a tornado shelter, previously having printed an extra copy at the library. I love living close to libraries or friends with printers, and anyway, this means I can walk around in the woods tonight. YES! I thought happily.
A few long hours later, my mother went to bed. I waited until I heard her snores, then took off towards the stairwell that leads to the attic in my room. Once I reached the door, I paused a moment to listen for my mother's breathing through the vents. Is she still asleep? I wondered, then a moment later answered my own question. Yes, she's still asleep. I really needn't have worried, my mother has got to be the soundest sleeper in the world. Once she went to sleep, it was nearly impossible to wake her. Jeez, I could probably go to her room, crank the radio up to full volume, and she still wouldn't wake up, I thought sarcastically. Continuing my way up the stairs, I brushed several cobwebs out of my way. Finally, I reached the little door that would get me outside. Nobody knew about this passage, it was hidden and separate from the rest of the attic and the house. I fished the rope out of its hiding place at the top of the stairs. After tying it on its hook and testing that it was sturdy, I started wall-climbing down.
Once I was in the woods, I should have realized that this wasn't going to be a regular old walk through the woods. I mean, even the birds were quiet, and they never shut up. I had just gotten to my favorite clearing when two large wolf-like beasts walked into the clearing. The put their heads into the air as if to smell something. Oh my god, please, please don't let them smell me! I thought, terrified. I really didn't want to end up as wolf chow. Suddenly, the bigger of the two, a jet-black wolf with bright green-blue eyes, made a sound to the other and hurled itself towards me.
Instinctively, I tried to curl up into a ball while at the same time trying to not get severely lacerated. The slightly smaller one, a deep russet color with golden eyes, pounced and landed on top of me. I closed my eyes, waiting for me to be turned into wolf chow. Instead, the two reverted to a human state. The russet wolf still had me pinned down.
"Should we eat her? I mean, no one will miss her, she's just a random girl," The russet wolf-boy asked.
"No, we can't, remember?" The other, who was obviously in charge, said. "This is their territory. Plus, that would break the treaty." The leader-wolf gave Russet Wolf a glare that said to not say anything else.
I swear, there were looking at me like I was, well, like I was the rabbit that the fox had just cornered and would soon become that foxes' next meal. Well, to be honest, I'm not going to argue that's probably what I looked like to them. Their next meal. "Are you guys," I had to pause a moment, "werewolves?" I asked.
The two looked at each other and then looked back at me. "Yes," said Black Wolf Boy, "I'm Damion," he said, "and this, is Matt." Personally, Damion was pretty cute. He was tall, had short-ish black hair with bangs hanging over one eye. At the moment he was wearing a black shirt, albeit severely ripped up so bad that you really couldn't tell if it was a shirt anymore. Honestly, this guy had abs! I guess he caught me staring at him, because the next second he was in my face and smirking. I immediately blushed at least ten different shades of red, all at the same time.
Matt was pretty cute too, but he had short dirty blonde hair. His shirt was not as severely ripped, but you could tell that they had both been in a fight. He had these amazing green eyes, was about one or two inches shorter than Damion, and also had a six pack. All in all, they were both really cute. Especially Matt.
Damion was still standing beside me, and offered to help me up. I took his hand and was immediately pulled up into a standing position. Unfortunately, either my hand got caught in what was left of his shirt, or his shirt got entangled with my hand. Damion started to put his hand down, and the next thing I knew, I was back on the ground, but this time, I had landed on Damion. All I knew of the next few minutes was that my body had had enough stress and decided to shut down. I passed out.