Prowling Howl

Chapter 1:

Chapter 1:

"Could you drive to the grocery store and get me a few things honey? I love you?" My mom said trying to convince me, because she knew I was on the computer typing my next chapter for WattPad, and I just hate when people interrupt me or ask me to do something.

        I growled at her for saying she loved me. I'm a big softy when she tells me that. "Okay." I saved my work and stood up and grabbed my purse, my IPod, and my phone. I knew I was going to be gone for a while. When I have to go to the store for my mom she always give me a long list. So basically I have to shop for everyone. It's rather irritating, but I do it anyways.

        I stomped in her home office and glared at her. "Oh honey don't look at me like that. It's not my fault it's Richards." Richard was my step father. My real dad died when I was ten. Everyone say I look like my father, but others say me and my mom are similar. My mom was fairly pretty. I guess you could say she was a hottie when she was younger. The beautiful blonde hair on her head was an envy of everyone when she was young, so she said. Her eyes where a dull grey and my mom was very skinny for her age.

        I would have to say I was the complete opposite of her. I didn't have hair like an earth goddess from heaven or from my mere-model dad. My hair was red and my eyes where hazel-greenish color that my mom said would make dudes drop down for. My shape wasn't bad, I just had a gut and I was very curvy. My step-father told me that. I'd have to say he was blind, because I was a fatty. Well not over weight just at least extra pounds I didn't need. I was very short for my mom since she made me feel like a midget.

        "Just give me the paper." I growled. Nope I'm not a Werewolf like on WattPad I just like growling when I get angry. She handed me the paper it was typed up. Yeap, my mother is a writer. She types and prints everything. She doesn't write books, but she is an editor and a publisher. She also writes for a magazine. She does interviews and meet local celebrities. At least that’s what she says.

        I stomped out the house IPod, keys, phone, and bag in my hand. I swerved out of the driveway in anger. My phone ringed and I stopped the car. "What?" It was my mother.

        "Keep that up and you want have a license.” She said and hung up in my face. My eyes almost popped out of my head. "She hung up in my face." I said in disbelief. I huffed and dropped my phone on the floor.

        "This cause for music." When I get angry I listen to music. I stuck the cord in my IPod forcefully and put it on my "Angry Playlist". The first song was a Jet song. "Cold Hard Bitch". I turned the radio sky high and let down the windows and yes my car had bass like that dude from Five Heartbeats.

        I bobbed my head wildly and drove into the parking lot of Kroger’s looking like a complete ass. Everybody stopped and stared. Yeah, Kroger’s isn't that far so the song was still playing. So what I was angry. I needed to calm my nerves. I snatched my IPod, phone, keys, purse, and the freaking lists.

        I snatched open my car door. Not to mention I had on my Sunday cleaning outfit. A pair of sweat pants a raggedy black shirt and a pair of sandals, so I was getting disgusted looks. It's not like I smelt bad. I smelt like cleaning supplies and laundry detergent.

        I ignored the looks and put my headphones in my ear and continued my music with really loud earphones. I didn't want to hear anything. I stomped into Kroger’s like a child deprived of music even though I was listening to it. I grabbed basket and stormed down each isle, getting everything on the list. At the bottom it said get whatever I wanted so that was exactly what I was going to do.

        I stood in front of the cereal bobbing my head to "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson. I looked around to make sure no one was around and started doing to running man. So, no one saw me. I shrugged and my phone vibrated in my pocket. I grabbed it and look at my screen. Seems like my story is getting a little popular. I went to my profile and saw Pain before Happiness   number ten on What’s Hot.