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I was still staring at the picture when I heard something from the forest, I shook it off thinking it was just the wind or one of the wild animals that lived in the forest. But then I heard it again, this time a twig snapped. My shoulders tensed up and the only thought or should I say thought where, Holy shit I'm going to die the worst death over. Maybe that wolf decided to come back and kill me. Suddenly I saw a vision of me being chomped into little wolfey kibble. Or a darker thought, the wolf came back for Peanut to make him his bitch and if along the way he decides he his hungry I will be a bonus, and for the hell of it Henry might be strolling along and ben seen by the wolf and become cat chow. Ah, hell. You… have a… very creative imagination. But seriously you're not worried, I don't know, about chain saw-murderers…rapist…murderers…serial killers. Any of that just make warning bells set off in your head… at all? This is no time to be joking around. I thought sternly. What… what does that… I'm not even going to try.

I looked around and saw nothing, and it was all quiet, too quiet. Then there was a snap, and I jumped. I squeaked and then the nearest thing to me which was a…a brush. Seriously that's the best you could come up with, a brush? Well I am kinda in a rush here, it's not like I can go into my house and grab a knife! You know it would probably be safer to just to do that and stay here. I mean were like 10 feet away from the doors, you do realize that don't you. But it's not going to be as adventurous when I tell Lisa that I fought a wolf with just by my wit and trusty brush that not only gets rids of horrifying tangles out of my hair but fights off a scary monster and it's not true! How do we know it's even a wolf? I don't know I just do.

I started walking towards the forest where the snapping sound came from, no wait scratch that, it was more like my body was moving against my will towards the woods for reasons unknown. About midway I heard a rustling sound coming from the forest, I stopped frozen for a few seconds then took a step and when I took that step unknowingly I had no idea that, that step I just took would change my life forever. Because when I took that step the wolf I saw this morning step out of the tree line and stood up, just then the sun came out of the clouds the rays hitting the wolves gray almost black coat making it shine and a slight breeze making its fur sway. It was so cheesy that I almost gagged; it was like a scene from a movie. I was too stunned though that instead of gagging I had to catch my breath because, well… it was breathtaking. Right now I really wish that I had my paint brush and oils because pencil work will just not do it. I really hope this wolf doesn't kill me 'cause that would suck, I mean not because I do not want to die but I would really love to paint that wolf. You know if I get out of this situation alive.

I jumped when the wolf started to walk towards me at first the wolf seemed hesitant than more confident with every step when he—I assumed it was he like this morning—saw that I didn't move.

Yep you're going to die. You mean we are, you do realize we are in the same body. Shh, I do realize that, I'm in denial though. I mean have made 10 imaginary pairs of gloves, 15 hats and 5 sweaters. Huh if you were just 50 years older, wore that god awful old lady powder and always talked about in my day how we did this and that and how you are so lucky to live in this day in ageand blah blah blah. You would be just like the lady's at the craft shop. You really have no life do you. Nope. And why do you assume in every situation I going to die. I don't know, it just pops out of my metaphorical mouth.

I watched as the wolf got closer until it was 10 feet away from me. I gasped in surprised when it looked me in the eye; those eyes were never going to stop surprising me. The wolf startled by the sound whined and went back down on its hind legs, like it wasn't trying to scare me. I looked at it hesitantly for a second and did probably the most stupid thing ever and stuck my palm out in front of me just like those people do in those cheesy children movies to see if the dangerous creatures will either kill them or for some unrealistic reason the creature will nuzzle their muzzle in the palm of their hand. Well we are in reality so… I'm going to be that person on the front page of the newspaper that says "17 year-old killed by stupidity."

But that didn't happen, the wolf did in fact put his muzzle in my palm which made me gasp again which made the wolf whine which in turn made me jump and gasp… again which made the wolf whimper and the cycle went on for five more time before I got a hold of myself.

"Wait, wait hold up. What are we doing?" I said to the wolf… and that was when I realized I was talking to a wolf… in my back yard. Yep, finally fell of the loony bin and entered Crazyville.

"Okay, I'm talking to a wolf and it's not eating me, that is a good sign, right?" I told myself unsure. I heard a snort from the wolf, it sounded like it was laughing but wolves can't laugh, can they?

"Oh, like you wouldn't be even a little scared if you were human and a ginormous wolf just came in and walked into you back yard looking like it was going to kill you." I told the wolf, it growled when I mentioned kill. I jumped in surprise when his lips curled back showing the large canine incisors in his mouth. That made him whine, I didn't like it when he whined.

"No, no it's fine, I'm fine," I gasped out, "Just surprised, that's all."

The wolf looked at me for a second before putting his head down on his paws. I was hesitant for a second before moving around the wolf and sitting right where his stomach was, the wolf watching the whole way with what looked like surprise on his face. Alright I need a name for the wolf; I can't keep on referring to him as wolf.

"Alright we need a name for you, how bout Fluffy?" I wondered out loud, he growled at that making sure that his lips didn't pull back to show off those knife like teeth.

"Okay, okay, definitely not Fluffy," I said while laughing and then tried again, "how 'bout Claw." Pointing out to his large shredding claws, he just shook his head at that.

"Hmm," I said looking at him searching for something that he would like when my eyes landed on his. The wolves eyes where different though, when I really looked at them it was not just that his eyes where a dark ocean blue. But they seemed brighter and happier.

I turned my head to the side and then very softly said, "Brady."

When I said that the wolf swiftly and grace fully swiveled his head towards me and gave a look of disbelief but didn't defy the name so I said it a bit louder more sure of myself.

"Brady," I repeated, "You like that name don't you."

It came out more of a statement than a question. Wolf Brady just nodded his head. I laid my head down on his fur and when I did he did the strangest thing, he rumbled like he was purring can wolves do that? Weird.

I watched as Brady wolf put his head down on his paws and then sighed making Brady wolf's belly expand. He then closed his eyes, after a while of staring at him I closed my eyes too but I didn't fall asleep, I just closed them to think about my many life chooses. Don't you just lay awake at night and do that. Just think. I kept on thinking when it finally got into my head that I was lying on a wolf that could kill me at any second, but oddly enough I felt safe and loved which was really weird since—and don't pity me—my parents have left me. I mean, yeah sure Lisa fills some of that void I always have, but this is feeling is… different.

I tangled my finger through Brady Wolf's fur. Fur…so…soft and just like that I was asleep.

When I woke up I was in my room on my bed. How did I get in here? I thought to myself. Was that whole thing with the wolf real? I wondered, I mean I could of dreamed of the wolf but it was to vivid. I could of slept walked I mean when I was younger I used to do it all the time. I mean once I woke up in the dryer, another time is when I ended up in Lisa closet with a ham sandwich in hand, and I also woke up on the roof. Till this day I have never figured out how or even why I got up on the roof, luckily I didn't fall or anything seriously. It was kinds hard to explain to your cook how you got up on the roof. Took three hours, a lot persuading, coaxing and promising of chocolate but finally I got off the roof.

I was still pondering on about the wolf situation when I was interrupted by a whine; I turned my head to see the cutest thing ever. Peanut was by bed with a tennis ball in his mouth wagging his tail.

"I promised we'd play catch didn't I?" I told him while looking at the clock—it read 3:26 pm; wow I slept through the whole afternoon—then looked back at Peanut who barked in reply. Peanut ran to the sliding door and started to bark at me to hurry up.

"Alright, alright I'll be right there let me just go to the bathroom." I told him trying to calm him. I went to the bathroom; after I was done I looked up to see myself in the mirror what I saw in the reflection was a girl with dark circles under her eyes and hair in knots. I would just have to throw my hair in a ponytail, when I looked into my eyes though they seemed different, they were the same as before though—muddy brown—but they had more shine instead of dull.

I washed my hands and then walked out of the bathroom; I went to the sliding glass doors where Peanut was waiting for me, his tail still wagging. I opened the doors and walked out and felt a breeze come by making some stray hair from my poor excuse of a pony tail. Peanut went and ran around the back and came back up to me with the ball in his mouth, he dropped it right next to me stood back in front of me and sat down looking at me, waiting for me to pick up the ball.

I grabbed the ball lifted up my arm and threw it; it went all the way into the forest which was a good 20 yards away from me. Peanut shot off like a bullet and threw the tree line. You know if there was a soft ball team that team would win all the games—or at least in all my softball fantasies my imaginary team does—because I am and if I do say myself an awesome pitcher. But like I said IF we had a softball team, the Forks/La Push region doesn't have softball or any other outdoor sports because of the constant rain during the season. Sure during the summer time they do have some baseball/softball but that's not even a school team sport besides my summers are jam packed with watching The Young and the Precious, marathons of Disney princesses movies, painting, drawing, my usual hikes were I normally get lost and then have to call Lisa to help me find my way back home, and how could I forget going to the local dinner were I helped Lisa with her cooking to hear the local gossip. I have a part time job there.

Your probably wondering why I work at a dinner when my family is multi-millionaires, well let's just say that is what happens when your cook couldn't take it anymore when you would just sit and do nothing with her life. It didn't help that much because I know every person's name in the dinner and what time they will show up. You wouldn't see me though because I'm usually in the back helping Lisa cook, sometimes I help upfront to cover someone.

I threw the ball a couple more time before I went inside Peanut right behind me the whole way. I went to the kitchen to make me some linner—dinner and lunch together, aren't I so cleaver. I started to make a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. When I finished making the food I put it on a plate and started to wash the dishes. You'd expect, again, that since my parent—or people that helped create me—are multi-millionaires could have gotten a maid but they decided that a cook was enough.

I wish I could have saw her face the day she realized that my mother and father left me in her very incapables hands. She learned eventually how to take care of me, but has still no learned how to clean a house.

When I was done I ate my food in silence looking out the window the forest. I thought I saw something but then shook it off, probably just the wind. When I was done it looked like storm clouds were forming in the sky. I then went back to my bedroom and went up to my "tower" to see once again Henry on the window seat. I picked up the painting of Henry from yesterday and started to add color, it took me about a half hour but I finished adding the color. I washed my utensils and went back down the steps when I looked at the time on my clock it read 9:38 pm; I looked outside the glass sliding door and saw that the outside was still.

It was the calm before the storm.