Author note – Shafy's want we call Yorkie in Australia. Don't Ask me. I don't know why.
Chole P.O.V
I love home. Lying down on my back, I ran my hand across the green grass that belonged to the backyard. It's autumn here in Australia, but of course it's not really autumn it feels like summer. Which is hot. Honestly, I hate the heat and the mozzies. I let out a sigh. Out of nowhere a large mass jumped on my stomach and preceded to start licking my face. When I open my eyes I could see Messy, my sister brown Shafy, black eyes staring back at me. I love all pet in my heart but a find myself more of a cat person in saying that my parents and sister Layla are both a eject to them. So, with pets, I opted for none. In saying that I prefer Messy company than none. I siting back up, when I lifted her off my chest as she took the opportunity lick me right across the chin. I smiled. Great one Mess. I look up to see the orange sunset illuminating the sky with an oil pastel orange and purple. The old Ghost-gum stood high and almighty as the birds returned home to their nests for the night. Night, Mozzies. "Chole dinner!"
The next day after school I opted Layla to let me take Yorkie for a walk. She agree. I started walking a couple of blocks around the bend that led to a bike path to the park in which a took. The grass there hadn't bend cut I a while, it's glazed my sides when I past. In the clearing I found the park. It's basically a park where people go to walk their dog or bring their kids to play these people are usually only residential. People who live nearby. As I approach a bench just next to the path my phone started to buzz. It must be Mum.
"Hey Mum" I ask into
"Sorry, I'm not your Mum" A man said on the other said of the phone. I quickly glance at my phone alarmed, to see the call ID. To see it's not mum. About to hang up I hear commotion going on in the background of the Man call.
"Gave me that you're going to scary her. Hi Chole, this is Aurora. I need to talk to you." The stranger voice seems calm but alarming.
"How do you know my name?" I spat into the phone hoping that my voice didn't come off as scared .
"Chole I promise you there no reason to be afraid. Do you know about werewolves?"
"Afraid" I answer "Why shouldn't I be afraid a random people no offence has my number and knows my name and why on earth do you want to know about Werewolves." Them it clicked. I couple of months but there were news prod casts of this people turning into wolves however it was quickly turn down as a host. Everyone thought so. Werewolves as we all know are fake. The Government even told the public so.
In saying that according to my research werewolf's, are a creature of sin. A creature that represents supreme loss of self and lack of self-control. The first recorded appendence was of werewolves, was King Lycaon. Who angered Zeus by feeding him the human flesh of a boy? Zeus as punishment turned him into the first werewolf. In saying that 'The Saga of the Volsungs" (Nordic folklore) and "The Bedburg Werewolf" display werewolf's as creatures who have uncontrollable killing rages. So why did this woman want to know about Werewolves?
"Okay Chole, I'm a Werewolf." The woman on the other line said calming trying not to freak me out. I've spent two hour listen to the lady. To be honest I should of hung up the minute I realised it wasn't Mum. To be honest her story was incredible, miss leading but incredible. I believe in ghosts, and God but this, this. … She said I have a mate, a soulmate and if I wanted to meet him I could fly over there and be an exchange student while her and her mate Kai would be my caretaker till I finish high school. Or if I refuses they can hatch up another plan. To be honest I'm lost. Very lost after siting on the park table bench for two hour my behide began to ache. After the hone call ended I pick myself up and took Messy home.
After the "walk", I returned home to a shower and very short dinner. Between mum, Layla and I since dads at work. Then after that I went to bed but I couldn't sleep. To think I have a soulmate. I thought he was dead, eased out of existence. No boys at school thought I was attractive. They just picked on me. My parents think my sister and I are the prettiest girls in the world. But I don't I'm just me. Layla diffident with her blank hair, little body and dancing. I'm just me. A blonde soccer player try hard and bookworm hybrid. I don't think I'm glorious. I'm just me and I hate myself for it. I'm never going to amount anything because of my dyslexia and I'm never going to be enough for some guy. Then yet I'm here and I've just been told I have a mate, a soulmate who's a werewolves and a also I have a chance to go to Europe and have a flesh start. This things don't normally happen. This thing never happens for me. I shook my head as my arm reached over to the side of the bed, to my phone. I grab it and turn it on to see the blue iridescent screen light up my dark room as I went into contacts to Aurora name and typed. Yes, I'll fly to you guys. After my birthday. Send.