White Wolf (Discontinued)

Chapter One- Rose

"I stood in front of the wolf as it prowled around as if looking for its pray, but I knew better, it was searching. For me. As it came closer I felt a sense of peace wash over me like sunshine on a cold da-" I was pulled out of my day dream by a sharp tap on my desk
"Rose!" Miss.Tate practically yelled in my ear. " That's the third time today, pay attention!"
"Sorry!" I said that but didn't really mean it.
As the last bell rang I let out a huge sigh and put my books away. At least she hadn't called me by my full name, Esarosa. As I was packing up my friend, Lane, came over,
"What's up?" She asked in a casual manor.
" Oh, nothing much." I replied.
" Come on I know something's up! You stared off into space all day today, tell me!" She blurted out.
"I don't know!" I told her. "I just get these day dreams all the time, so I pay attention to those instead of the class I'm in." "Makes sense." She replied. "It's just not like you to do that."
"I know, but I'm just so tired lately, I think I'm going through a huge growth spurt."
"Anyway, I bought two tickets to the movies this weekend and was hoping you could join me?" Lane asked.
"Sure, I have nothing better to do."
"Great, see you then!" She replied happily."
I sighed yet again and shook my head, I just wanted to go home and take a hike, that always made me feel better.

When I came home to are little one story house in the forest that my mom and I shared, I took a deep breath through my nose, my mom was baking bread. Again. Ever since she discovered the heavenly taste of fresh baked bread at the applewood festival last year, she had been making it all the time. I really did love bread, until the trillionth time she had made it. I walked inside, dumped my bag on the floor, and yelled
"Mom, I'm going outside!" The response she gave me was the usual
"Okay, be back in time to finish your homework!"

Outside I breathed in, and with that breath came all the wonderful smells of the forest: pine, damp leaves, and the amazing wild flowers that were in bloom this spring. Walking now, I felt connected to the forest, it was my safe place, my home away from home. With the leaves and twigs crunching under my bare feet, I started to run, faster, and faster, soon the trees were rushing past me in a blur of green and brown, and then, I saw it. Stoping dead in my tracks, I was awed by the beauty of the female wolf standing directly in front of me, she was staring at me with soft, beautiful green eyes. Then, as quickly as she had appeared, she vanished into the forest without a sound.

On the way home I was still star struck by the glistening beauty of the wolf, she had stared at me with intelligent eyes that no ordinary wolf should have. As I stumbled up the path to my front door I smelled something burning inside. My mom had burned the bread. Again. When I walked in to my house I could hear my mom coughing and a towel flapping. As she saw me she stopped frantically waving the towel and said
" What happened to your feet?"
That's when I looked down and realized that any skin below my ankles had been scraped and bruised in some way.
" Opps." I said sheepishly.
I mean, not that I really cared, I wasn't popular at school or any thing, you couldn't really call me pretty. I had long blonde hair, that was so blond that it almost looked white, and pale skin which was not surprising since I lived right outside of Seattle and we were always covered by constant rain and clouds. I had eyes that were emerald green, and a splash of freckles across my nose. My mom had the same pale skin, but that was where the similarities ended, she had chocolate brown hair, and blue eyes that reminded you of the ocean if you stared in to them for to long. I had never known my dad, he had left us when I was two, but he must of had really blonde hair, I mean were else would I have picked up that gene?
"Well you should probably go wash your feet off before you track all the mud in the house!" My mom exclaimed matter-of-factly.
"Fine." I said reluctantly, as I stormed off to my bedroom.
After I entered my bathroom, ran the tub, and scrubbed all the mud off, I lay on my white bed thinking about the wolf. I ate dinner in a rush, cleared the table and lay awake in bed not being able to shake the image of the wolf. The one thing I thought before going to sleep that night, was I was going back in the forest tomorrow, and finding her.