Disclaimer: None of the characters in the Twilight series belong to me. They belong to Stephanie Meyer. That means that I only own Chrys. Also, I do not own Siegel High School.

The weather outside was surprisingly warm for an autumn day. Though, Tennessee was known for not being super cold. Today was a good day to take pictures. The sky was clear and the leaves on the trees were beginning to change colors. If the shot was right, the picture would turn out beautiful.

As the camera zoomed in for a close up, the brunette behind the lenses lower the camera from her face, shocked by what she thought she saw. In the creek, she could see a big red-brown dog, or maybe a wolf, but it was definitely over-sized. Though the voice in her head, her conscience, screamed at her to stay put till it left, she took a few steps forward. She reached the edge of the bank and quickly slipped off her shoes and stepped into the water. She took the strap of her camera and slowly lifted it over her head and set the camera next to her shoes.

She unzipped her jacket and set it down next to the rest of her stuff before slowly stepping toward the large wolf. The water sloshed as she moved, catching the wolf's attention. It quickly turned to look at her and took a step back at she reached out her hand.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Wolf." She said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. Please don't run away."

The wolf stopped moving and stood there, shocked that she hadn't run away yet. As the girl stepped closer, the wolf ducked his head. The girl ran her hand through his fur and scratched behind his ears like she did with her dog. Once he allowed her to pet him, the girl seemed to be less afraid.

"It's good to know you aren't a demon." She smiled. "But you're so big. Some one will surely try and kill you."

She paused for a few seconds and stopped petting the wolf. The wind began to make a mess of her ponytail and his fur as they stood there. She looked at the wolf again and smiled.

"Well, then, Mr. Wolf." The girl said quietly. "My name is Chrys. It's not like you'll actually be able to say it, but it's nice that you know, right."

Chrys placed her hand back on the wolf's head and ruffled his fur a bit before leaning over and kissing his head. The wolf stepped back suddenly, causing her to slip as a rock shifted under her foot and land with a splash in the creek. When the water finally settled back into the slowly moving rush, the wolf was gone.

"Oh," Chrys mumbled as she stood up. "He ran away. Well, then, it was nice meeting you, Mr. Wolf."

She crawled back up onto the creek bank and grabbed her stuff before heading home. She shivered a bit as the wind blew against her. The fall in the creek left her clothes damp and her hair wet. It wasn't until Chrys reached her porch that she finally realized how incredibly stupid she was for walking up to an oversized wolf and petting it.

Chrys sat on the highest part of the amphitheatre, which was a walkway that sat against the wall of the building, which sat in the courtyard at her school. Her hair was pulled back into a very tight ponytail, allowing her freckles to be seen and her blue eyes no place to hide except for behind her glasses. She was wearing a white zip-up hoodie that made her pale skin look a bit darker and a pair of blue jeans. Her shoes were a simple pair of white sneakers that were very beat up, which shouldn't have been a shock to the people who knew her well. She'd been wearing the same sneakers for about three years, or more.

She held a grey mechanical pencil in her hand as she glared at the book in front of her. Before she realized that she was even squeezing the pencil, it snapped in her hand causing her to wince a bit.

"Are you alright?" A male's voice asked from below her.

A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope you liked it.