Hello everybody.
Well, I read this book and fell in love with it. I thought it was very funny and I could see myself in that story.
That's why I want to do my own, only with my twist.
Because personally, there's too many vampire books out there so mine is a werewolf spin of the book.
Hope you enjoy.
The usual disclaimers apply.
Beta'd by Zuvios Gemini
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I yawned as I waited on my porch. It was the first day of school and I was waiting for the bus. At seventeen, I should have had my own car to drive to school, but I didn't. Well I did, but it wasn't working. The 1965 Toyota needed a lot of work for it to drive, but that was something I couldn't afford.
So there I was, waiting for the bus in the early morning cold in Treetops, Virginia. It was a small town in the middle of Covington and Monterey, near the Virginia/West Virginia border. Its population was about 12,000, growing by five or so every couple years. Not too bad. I enjoyed it. I lived there since I was five, so most of my life really.
I sighed as I tapped my foot, wishing the bus would hurry up. After another night of nightmares, I didn't get much sleep, so if the bus didn't hurry up, I was going to fall asleep right there. As I leaned back on my elbows, I noticed someone on the other side of the street, behind the foot of mowed grass that the roads had to have. Under an oak, under its dark shade, was a guy. Tall and leaning one shoulder on the tree, one leg crossed over the other with arms over a broad chest.
Whoa, who's the guy standing under a tree across my street at 6:35 in the morning?
I thought, staring at him as… he was staring at me. That made me straighten up and watch him. I could tell by his bare arms that he was Native American; dark cocoa tan skin stretched over large muscles. He was wearing what looked to be a black business type shirt with black jeans and black boots. That dude had a thing for black. I could also see he had jet black that looked spiky.
I could always see well in the dark. The dim morning and the shadow he was in was no problem to look through. But by now, he knew I could see him, because he pushed off the tree and started walking to me with long, quick strides. I blinked and swallowed. I couldn't see his eyes but I could tell his stare was intense, making a shiver race up my spine. I grabbed a hold of my book bag, knowing it was filled with heavy books, in case I had to use it.
Just as his black boot-clad foot met the pavement, the blessed bus pulled on the street, making our heads snap in that direction. We locked gazes. I realized I was holding my breath as he stepped back off the road and I thought to the tree, but the bus pulled in front and blocked my view. I blinked, jumped up and raced to the bus like I had missed it my whole summer. Thank god it was here.
I made my way through the walkway, wishing I wasn't the only one of my few friends to live out rural part of town. As I flopped down into a seat in the very back, I looked out the back window, and saw that the guy was still there in the road, arms crossed. He wasn't watching the bus though… he was watching me. His eyes were locked on me. I turned around and prayed that the bus would hurry up. I wanted to leave that guy behind. I hoped he wasn't going to the same school. I didn't think so. He looked like he could be in college, not high school. I let my head rest on the back of the seat. An odd feeling in the back of my head kept saying that I knew him from somewhere. It bugged me all the way to school.
