I step forward, the leftover leaves from last Winter crunching under my boots. The dark forest around me is eerily quiet. No birds or squirrels disturb the silence. Giant sequoia trees tower over me, seeming to watch expectedly. Light produced by the half moon manages to escape past the tree leaves and splash the lonely ground.

My breath comes out as short, ragged puffs of air. Running is so hard when you have a twisted ankle. I fell at least six times and now I have a cut on my palm. And it was all for nothing. The creature I was running from is standing before me, snarling with viciousness that I've never seen with my own eyes. Its a wolf.

I stumble backwards and my heel catches on an exposed root, causing me to fall on my butt. A surprised yelp escapes my lips. The wolf proceeds to me, growling and showings its several pointed teeth. I freeze to try and loose it's undivided attention. Unfortunately, it gets up in my face, and I flinch away from it.

It ceases growling and looks unblinkingly into my eyes. I stare back at it, taking in it's features. The tips of it's ears and toes are black and the rest of it's fur is a shiny silver. It's body is lean and skinny. Built for not strength, but speed.

The wolf leans forward and sniffs me. Then, oddly, it begins licking my cheek with it's warm, wet tongue. A smile and I hug the wolf, burying my face in the soft fur of it's neck.

"This is what you need, Willow. A friend", the wolf asks in my head without moving it's mouth. It speaks in feminine and gentle tone. But it doesn't make sense. I have plenty friends and they all adore me.

"Who? These people?" the wolf asks. Then my three best friends, Vanessa, Trixy, and Debby appear out of nowhere next to me and the wolf. Yeah, those are my friends. I don't need another one.

The wolf shakes it's head disapprovingly. "Something is about to happen. Something that will prove that your 'friends' aren't as loyal to you as you believe", the wolf says solemnly.

But it's wrong. My friends are awesome! I trust them with my life. "Your lying!" I scream at the wolf. A single tear falls from it's blue eye. Everything around me becomes blurry and out of focus and soon turns to darkness.

My alarm clock blares in my ears, waking me from my sleep. I slap the evil device to turn it off and lay back down when the loud burden is gone, thinking over my dream. I have been getting that same dream a lot recently. It plays over and over in my head. Its such a strange dream. Shrugging inwardly, I get out of bed and stretch. My joints pop from being curled up for the whole night.

"Willow! Time to get up!" my mother calls up to me from downstairs. I grin, amused by my mother's joke. Ever since I got that stupid alarm clock my mother has been jealous of it, claiming she 'forgot' that I have it. I know that she just feels replaced by it. But her voice is so soft that it never could wake me up.

"I'm awake!" I yell back to her. The smell of bacon drifts up the stairs, motivating me to get dressed. I throw on a pink and white checkered button up shirt and roll the sleeves up to my elbows. Then I squirm into my skinny jeans, cursing when I fall on my bed. I brush on some blush to cover my freckles on my nose, put mascara on my eyelashes, and eye shadow that complement my blue eyes. I admire my work in the mirror and put on my platform sandals.

Strolling into the bathroom, I brush my teeth then comb my wavy blonde hair before putting it in a high pony tail. I go back to my bedroom and put some dangly pink dice earring in my ears then the matching necklace. Checking that I'm totally dressed, I go down the stairs and into the chrome styled kitchen.

"Good morning, sweetie", my mother greets me. She is wearing her black and white business suit and her hair is in a messy bun, all ready for work She gives me a half hug and sets a plate of bacon and pancakes in front of me.

I soak them with my favorite syrup. "Hi, mama." Yeah, I call her mama. I always have. I just call her mom in front of my friends.

My mother makes a cup of coffee and leans her hip on the counter. "Did you sleep well?"

I nod, my mouth too full to speak. I swallow and take a swig if milk. "What about you?" I ask her tiredly.

"Not good."

I made this story all myself. Its not a fanfict. I just dont know where to post home-made stories.

I set my hands on my hips mockingly. Oh gosh. My mother is a fashion designer and today she is supposed to show her idea. "You shouldn't be worried about that presentation. You'll do fine. Its the other people that should be worried because your going to kick them out the window!" I say enthusiastically.

She grins at me, her eyes crinkling from smile lines. "Thanks, Willow. But Ms. Peterson is getting ahead of me. She made this beautiful design the other day that consists of blue and green shades and one red strap. That, my dear, was gorgeous", my mother sighs and takes a sip of her coffee.

I frown, thinking of her own dress. The one she showed me a while ago was beautiful. How could anyone beat it? "Could I see the one your presenting?" I ask.

She scurries down the hall, goes into her office, and brings out a plastic bag. She unzips it and drapes the design over a chair. Its the same on she showed me before. Its a strapless, thigh-length party dress consisting of warm colors blurred together with a white belt across the torso and a white rose on the left side of the belt. It is a truly brilliant piece of fabric.

"Its perfect. There's no way anyone could beat you."

My mother's eyes get watery and she gives me a another hug. "I hope so. I really do."

I push my chair from the table and snatch my bag (that my mother designed herself) from its resting place. Its pretty heavy from all the textbooks and folders in it. I stayed up until two in the morning doing late homework. "Good luck. Love you", I blow air kisses at her and walk out the front door.

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