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Kim opened her eyes, the sunlight filtering into her bedroom. It was a Saturday morning, and she let out a breath of relief. She was glad she had an entire weekend to get adjusted to her new town, and had two days until she had to go back to school and have to succumb to her peers. At least one kid filled her in about everyone… she just hoped that Biff would leave her alone. Biff kept staring at me all day, and just butted in during my conversation with Puggsy. she thought as she brushed her hair. I hope we don't live on the same street…

Getting dressed, she walked downstairs, where her mother was making breakfast and her father was reading the paper. "Morning, Kimmy." Her mother said. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah… still feels weird sleeping in a new room, though." Kim replied, sitting down and pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

"Heh, I remember the first time I had to move, it took me a while to get used to my new house, too." Her father said. "But, once I made a few friends and got to know the neighborhood, it wasn't so hard to adjust. Speaking of which, did you meet anyone at school?"

She shrugged. "A couple kids, I haven't gotten a chance to know them yet…"

"Why don't you go out and explore the neighborhood? Maybe you'll meet someone from class," Her mother suggested, handing her a plate of bacon and eggs.

That's one thing I'm afraid of… she thought.

After breakfast she walked out of the house, looking around her street. She lived in the middle-class area, and she saw Valerie walking with two other girls around the corner. She had shared a science class with the other two, finding their names to be Josie and Melody, and wanted to get to know them. She started walking toward them, until she got around the corner, seeing someone walking out of a house across the street.

It was Biff.

"Oh, no…" Kim groaned, then quickly ran back around the corner and down the block before he could see her. "I thought he was supposed to live uptown…"

She quickened her pace, walking to the other side of the neighborhood. As she walked, she overheard a little gossip. "Yeah, they saw it lurking through someone's yard," A woman was telling her neighbor over the fence. "Scared Mrs. Willard half to death…"

"The police circled the area all night, but didn't see anything…" An elderly man was telling a mailman.

"Largest creature they've ever seen, bigger than the Roger's Great Dane puppy, even…" The milkman was telling an old woman out front.

"I know I'll be locking my doors tight," A woman was telling one of her friends.

"I've heard there was a bunch of them spotted in the area, you think there's more of them in town?" A man was asking his wife.

"If they're as big as the one seen last night, I hope not…" The wife replied.

Kim arched an eyebrow, then walked up to an old man. "Excuse me, sir, but what's all the commotion going around the neighborhood?" she asked him.

"Didn't you read the news, little lady? There's wolves in the area, and a big one was spotted on the edge of town last night," the old man replied. "Some say they've been hearing howling in the country for a few years… Might've been a lone wolf, who drew in a pack now."

"Wolves?"

"Yep. In the woods close to the city. Normally they live farther away, but I guess their hunting grounds grew scarce. If I were you, missy, I'd stay inside after dark, and make sure your daddy keeps a gun close," With that, the old man walked off.

Kim walked back to her house. First an awkward school day, and now there's wolves running around town? …I don't know about Dad, but adjusting to this new neighborhood is going to be tougher than I thought.

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Biff waved goodbye to Mark. "Thanks for coming to the sleepover, Biff." he said. "You gonna go to Freddy's next weekend?"

"Sure," Biff replied, walking down the street. "See you later,"

He walked toward his house on the other side of the neighborhood, seeing a couple cops talking to one of his neighbors. "Thank you, ma'am." One of them said, as they walked back to their squad car.

Biff ran toward his neighbor. "Mrs. Robinson? What's going on?"

"Oh, the police are on a neighborhood watch. Someone in the lower-class district saw a wild animal running around, so they're checking around all the neighborhoods just in case it wandered deeper into town," his neighbor replied, giving a shudder. "Ugh, just imagine… some filthy animal roaming around our streets, as if the raccoons and rats weren't enough to keep away."

Biff walked into his garage and grabbed his bike. "If there's a wild animal loose, it wouldn't hurt to help look around," he told himself, then rode off.

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"But moooooooooommmmmmm!" Sherman whined as he followed his mom into the bedroom, as she was packing a suitcase. "I don't NEED a babysitter! I'm old enough to look after myself!"

"I know, Sherman, but Grandpa Lou hasn't seen you in a while, and it'll be nice for you to have some company so you don't feel alone," his mother replied, grabbing some sweaters out of her closet.

"You say that like I'm a pet or something. I'll be fine! I won't invite anyone over (since I don't know anyone), I'll go to bed at a decent time (since I'm afraid of the dark), I won't watch any violent movies (since I can't stand the sight of blood), and if there's any problems I can call the police (especially if I'm scared out of my wits)."

"If it were for one night, maybe. But we'll be gone all week, and you're still too young to stay home alone that long,"

Sherman groaned. "How come you think I can't handle anything by myself? How come you never give me the chance to do something on my own? How come you never even let me leave the house?"

"That's enough, Sherman." His father said sternly, entering the room and tying his tie. "Now go downstairs and see if the paper is here, yet."

Grumbling, Sherman did as he was told. They never let me do anything, they always treat me like I'm a baby or something! he thought bitterly, opening the front door just as the paper-boy was riding down the road. He ran up, waving. "Hey!"

"Oh, like hey man." The boy replied, a bit surprised. "I didn't think a kid lived out here,"

"Ooh, ooh, I didn't think the paper-boys came out this far,"

"Yeah, well, here's your paper, bye!" The boy quickly handed him the paper and prepared to take off.

"Whoa, what's the rush? Are you late on your route or something?"

"No, I just want to get out of here fast!"

"Why? What's the matter?"

"Zoinks, kid, didn't you hear the news? There's a bunch of wolves hanging around the area! An old lady saw a big one prowling through her yard last night!"

Sherman gulped. "R-Really?"

"Yeah… I once heard howling one day when I was delivering the paper from up the block, coming from this area. From that point on, I always threw the paper from 20 feet from your house and got out of here fast."

"So that explains why Dad always grumbled about finding the paper in the middle of the yard… Wait, did you say you heard it from m-my h-house?"

"Well, somewhere near it. I heard a lot of people talking about it, and they all think wolves are coming to the woods to find more game to hunt,"

Sherman gulped. "T-Too bad there's not many games here for them…"

"Yeah, I'm not game for their dinner plans, either. I'd better get home, I promised my dog I'd take him to the pizza parlor."

"Okay. Nice meeting you… um… what's your name?"

"Norville Rogers, but everyone calls me 'Shaggy'. What's your name?"

"Sherman Fangsworth… and no one calls me anything else."

"Do you go to school around here?"

"I'm home-schooled, but I've been begging my mom to let me go to a real school."

"Like, you're pretty lucky you don't have to. See you around, Sherman." With that, Shaggy rode off.

Sherman waved him goodbye, sighing. "Easy for you to say…" He started walking back to the house, slowing down a bit and looking towards the woods.

Peeking out of the bushes was a small gray wolf, who gave him a curious look, watching as the boy gasped and raced back into his house, leaving clouds of dust behind.

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*Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!*

*Bam!*

Puggsy slammed his fist on the 'snooze' button for the tenth time that morning. He had forgotten to shut off the alarm yesterday, planning to sleep in, and was never awake enough to turn off the button, especially since being awakened at 7 AM on a Saturday always put him in a mood and he always pounded the snooze button first and went back to sleep.

His mother happened to be in the room, gathering his laundry as he did it. "Pugs, I swear, if you keep pounding your fist on your alarm clock, you're going to smash it into a million pieces," she commented.

"It would be for a good cause," he mumbled, climbing out of bed, turning off the alarm, then heading into the bathroom to get dressed… namely just pulling on an old pair of jeans and his red hoodie. He walked downstairs, grabbing a couple slices of toast as they popped out of the toaster, passing by his father.

"Morning, son." his dad said.

"Morning,"

"Heading out?"

"Mm-hmm…"

"Keep your eyes open today. We got a report about a large wolf prowling around the neighborhood last night,"

"I'll do that," With that, he walked out the door.

His mother followed him out. "Oh, Pugs, while you're out could you stop by your aunt's house and ask her if she still has my cookbook? Grandma hasn't been feeling well and I want to make her something special,"

Puggsy sighed, having a loathing about going to his aunt's house, but nodded. "Sure thing, mom."

"Thank you, hon. I'd do it myself but I got a late-start this morning, and I don't want to be late for work,"

"Eh, no problem."

His mother gave him a peck on the cheek. "Be careful, now. Your father said there's wolves reported in the area," and she walked back in.

Puggsy wiped the kiss of his cheek. He hated it when someone- whether it was his mother or grandmother or anyone who wasn't a hot girl- kissed him on the cheek. "Yech," he muttered, then walked to his aunt's house.

Now, his aunt and uncle weren't the reasons why he hated visiting, but his cousins… namely Alexandra, who happened to be stepping out with her 'twin' brother, Alexander, holding her kitten, Sebastian, in her arms as she walked. "What are you doing on my property, half-pint?" she sneered.

Puggsy scowled. "My mom wants her cookbook back, that's why you ignorpotomas."

"Do we really have to go out, sis?" Alexander whined.

"Yes, I need to get my nails done, and I'm taking Sebastian to the pet-groomer's, too." Alexandra replied, firmly. "I don't care how many wolves Old Lady Willard saw, nothing's going to keep me from looking beautiful,"

"…Except that ugly you got all over your face," Puggsy commented, and Alexandra slugged him in the arm. "Ow! Nice hit, almost as painful as an ocean breeze,"

"Oh, go get that dumb cookbook already, shorty. Lets go, Alexander,"

"As long as we're back before dark," Alexander gulped.

"Stop whining, otherwise I'll feed you to the first wolf we see!"

"Wouldn't it be more interested in that skunk on your head?" Puggsy remarked, and Sebastian snickered.

Alexandra shot him a glare. "I'd worry more about yourself. Wolves tend to go after the runts, since they're easier prey,"

"They also devourate the females, since they're a lot weaker than males,"

Alexandra fumed. "Why don't you go get that cookbook, and find a dictionary to fix your English, too!" With that, she stomped off.

Alexander leaned close to Puggsy. "Secretly, I'm not too worried about running into wolves, because I'm hoping they'll eat her first," he whispered.

"Heh, that would solve both problems- the wolves would probably die from the indigestion," Puggsy replied, then walked into the house, where he got the cookbook from his aunt, then headed home.

As he walked, he slowed down his pace a little, passing by a bush, recalling hearing something moving around in it. He shook his head, deciding not to jump to conclusions. Who's afraid of some big bad wolf, anyway? he thought.

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A/N: Next chapter, things will get a little more interesting ;)

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