New Me

The Start of Summer

Ever since I was in high school, and was being bullied, I took it upon myself to take morning walks around Beacon Hills preserve so I can lose weight. So like any other morning, here I am taking a walk around the preserve. I was midway when I hear a growl. I have never heard of wolves being in California, let alone Beacon Hills, but that is what I was faced with when I turned around. The thing is that this wasn't a normal-looking wolf. This one had red eyes. Almost as if it was signifying its dominance.

I was so lost at staring at it, that I didn't register what was happening until too late. It had already lunged forward and wrapped its mouth around my calf. I screamed. You can't really blame me for doing so. When I screamed it seemed to please the wolf, so it bit down harder. This not only made me scream again, but it drew more blood. I didn't like what the wolf was making me feel. I felt weak. So something snapped inside of me and I snarled.

The wolf tilted its head as if it was confused before it clamped down harder. I didn't even feel it. I did feel all of my emotions bottled up though. The first one to explode was anger. So again I snarled, but with more aggressiveness and authority. This seemed to do the trick as it whimpered and bowed its head in submission. I couldn't help but feel power wash over me. But that surge of power didn't last as the pain from my leg came back. I groaned in pain and the wolf took that as its chance to run seeing that I was injured. 

I grabbed the spot where the wolf clamped down on and I was expecting to feel teeth marks. But all I felt was smooth skin with a wet thick substance on the surface. I already knew it was blood but from where? I didn't have a mark or anything so I'm confused. I brushed off my confusedness and got up from the ground to dust myself off and continue on my way around the preserve. Let's hope that my parents are on a business trip or something. I don't want to explain this to them.

I arrive home and surprisingly I don't feel tired. I usually am tired after my walks. Hm. I grab my key that was underneath the stone in our front yard. I usually forget my key so that's where I hide it. I walk into the house and see my parents sitting at the table reading books and sipping their coffee. They seem pretty focused so I try to sneak up the stairs so I can change my pants. But as always, the floor creaks underneath me and I try to refrain from saying some colorful word choices.

"Yiyi, is that you?" I hear my mother's voice from the kitchen. Maybe if I don't answer she'll leave me be. I was wrong. I hear a chair scraping against the floor before it stops. I then hear footsteps coming my way. There's no escaping this so I make myself known by stepping out from in front of the stairs. There I see my mom with her hands on her hips and her stern face on. She stares at me before her eyes drift down to speculate me. She takes notice of the dirt on my arms and my hair slightly messed up. Her eyes trail down further before they reach my pants.

She sees the hole in my pant leg and she doesn't look happy. When my eyes meet hers, she has these emotions in them. Anger, Worriedness, But most of all sadness. Without saying anything, she drags me to the table where my father is sitting and reading. He looks up and us before looking back at his book. My mom then smacks his shoulder with her eyes slanted, brows furrowed and one hand on her hips. My dad gives his attention to her once he sees the way she's looking at him.

"What looks wrong with our son?" My mom says gesturing her hand to me.

My dad looks at me up and down too quickly. He was going to reply with he's dirty, but then he does a double-take and looks at my pants leg.

Once he's done observing, he looks back up at my mom, and reply with this,

"Did something bite him?" 

That's about it and I am happy that you guys took the time to read this story. I will have more chapters posted soon.