Moon Goddess

We Meet Again

Re:Cap

He leaned in and murmered in my ear, "Mine." Then left my room.

I stood there stunned. What? What is 'Mine' supposed to be? Could he mean.... maybe. 

OMG he might be my mate, which means I might shift soon!!! YAY!!

I'll finally get my wolf, and be with....the assassin?

Oh Lord. I'm soooo dead.

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The next day I woke up feeling happy and excited. My mate may not be here, and he flipped out when he realized I was his mate, but hey, he didn't reject me....yet. Meh, he'll figure some things out and then we'll be together. 

I let out an unlady-like snort, who am I kidding!?

I'm just trying to raise my hopes. I don't want to be moping around all day because he's not around. I Sighed and dragged myself out of bed and changed into some jeggings and a loose t-shirt. I raced downstairs to see my mom making pancakes and I started to gobble my breakfast when Tommy walked in looking like a deranged zombie.

"Hurry up you zombie! We'll be late!!!" I yelled at him.

At that Tommy came to life and started rushing around the kitchen. I grabbed my backpack, with Tommy at my tail, and raced to my car.

"Hello beautiful." I sang to my bright, red, shiny car.

Tommy made a tsking noise, "I swear, you talk to your car like it's alive. You're being worse than a male!"

I stuck my tongue out at him, "You're just jealous of the relationship me and my car have. It's better than the no girlfriend life you have."

"The car and I," Tommy automatically corrected, the scrambled to save his dignity, "And I HAVE a relationship."

I raised my brow, "What with your TEDDY BEAR!?"

He crossed his arms and huffed, "It's better that your relationship with the car."

I took a deep breath to give a comeback, but the I saw a flying spatula come at me from the house. Oh Mother Of Gods.... I saw my life flash before my eyes. 

Then it smacked me square on my forehead. 

"Ouch, ouch, ouch." I said hopping around rubbing my forehead.

Tommy was on the ground howling with laughter.

I glared at him the picked the spatula, was this...mom's?

Why the heck would she throw the spatula outside, especially at me!?

My mom was shaking her fist at me, "Hurry up, you'll be late for school!"

She threw...a spatula...at me...to tell me to hurry up....?

I came to the conclusion, mothers have extremly strange ways of commmunicating. I will never confuse my children like this. Or else they'll go crazy.

Right. Back on track. 

I finally got to school just before the final bell, at the same time some new kid walked in.

He said, in a cheerful voice to the class, "Hello, I'm Jake."

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 Sorry I changed it a tad. The last part. Literally the last line.