After breakfast (which was very tasty, thank you very much lovable mother) I quickly ran up the stairs, trying not to slip. It failed.

"Ow.." I said while rubbing my knee. I swear the house is trying to kill or seriously injure me. Maybe you could buy my house? Ha! Good luck living in it.

With record time, I made my bed (sort of) and picked up a few bits and bobs. (That's if you count chucking them all on your bed) All while putting on some clothes for my (horrible) lovely school.

I opened my curtains and glanced upon the woods. They were peaceful, as always. The trees stood closely together, as if guarding the outside world from entering.

Mum didn't like me going into the woods alone. But it's kind of hard when your an only child and your parents are working full time. So I usually just go alone.

No the woods do not hold some "secret fortress" or some magical thing that shouldn't exist, if that's what your thinking. It only is home to a pack of wolves.

Yeah I know, magical secret fortress sounds a lot less dangerous than reality. But it's fine. I've only seen one wolf in my whole entire life. When I was little. But that's another story for later. Pretty interesting actually. If you thought that I'm weird now? You're going to be shocked when you find out about little-me.

"Ok Sam! I'm going! See you later ok?" Mum yells from the front door.

"Yeah mum! Say bye to dad for me too k?"

"Bye sweetheart!" The door closes and I'm engulfed in a swarm of silence. The floorboards creak and the windows shake slightly. In theory, it's Summer. In reality? It's Winter all year round. Hint the "Wind" bit in our towns name "WindHeight".

I finally tear my gaze from the window only to see a flash of grey catch my eye. Most wolves in this part of the country are grey. There easier to spot like this.

The wolf doesn't care that it's been seen. That it's enchanted, mysterious presence is being watched. It just walks, ever so slowly, down a path I made a few Summer's ago. It was almost out of my sight when it turned and stared at me with bright golden eyes.

A chill went down my spine.

It then decided to take off, running deeper into the forest. Once again, it was behind those tall guardian trees.

I grabbed my woollen coat and headed out the door. Staying clear from the woods. I don't want to be bacon for them wolves. Maybe they smell the bacon? Those wolves have good taste if they like bacon. Maybe I should start a conversation with them? It would probably go like this:

"Hi what's your name?"

-snarl-

"That's an interesting name! My name's Sam. Not very creative like yours. I say, are you French?"

And then the wolf would kill me and I would never be able to taste chocolate chip ice cream ever again. So sad.

My steps echoed on the footpath. There were a few houses down our street. But no-one came out to walk their dogs or say hi to the other neighbours. All the big houses are down Windy Ave. I know, ironic.

I walk up to my, ever so lonely, bus stop and wait.

The wind rustles my long hair and I draw my coat in closer.

The bus arrives 5 minutes late. Per-fect. I jump on. Take a seat in the middle. And close my eyes. But all I see is someone's else's eyes. Somethings. And how I don't want to ever look away.

I glance out the window as the bus pulls up to our local highschool.

Girls are dressed in the shortest of shorts and tops with no sleeves. They don't care that it's windy and cold. All they think is "Summer" aka "Dress in the smallest clothes possibly".

They laugh at what others are wearing and don't care that the person has noticed.

Bitches.

God you gotta love highschool...