The Lost Ace

Chapter Ten

Gracie/Izzy POV

I woke up to the sound of knocking on my bedroom door. "Come in." I told the person who was knocking. I closed my eyes again as the door was opened. I could hear the sound of soft footsteps getting closer to my bed, until the sound cut off and a hand shook me awake.

"I want to show you something." A female voice told me. I sat up and the girl who woke me up left the room for a moment. I changed out of my pajamas and put on a yellow-orange crop-top with a sunflower on it, light beige-ish tan pants with teddy bears on the knees, pink high-top shoes, and a green hoodie with a frog on it(A/N: Outfit 2 from the One and Only Izzy). I walked out of my bedroom to find Wynter from my art class, the girl with hair colors like mine, sitting on my couch and staring at a mythology book I had left on the table next to it. I cleared my throat, and she looked in my direction.

"You're ready! Good...." She led me outside of my treehouse and brought me into the woods... far into the woods. Eventually, we arrived at our destination: a cave that had its mouth partially covered with rocks. We went inside the cave and a balcony with stairs leading up to it immediately caught my eye.

"Don't worry, there's no one here, and I already got Willa's permission. You can explore the wolf den," I walked up the steps to the balcony, but started a coughing fit once I got to the top. Wynter ran to me. "Are you okay?" She asked. I stood back up and shook my head.

"I think it's time for someone outside my family to know, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, except maybe for Willa, okay?" Wynter nodded, so I continued. "I've been sick for several years. It's really bad, so I'm glad it's not contagious or anything. I'm 17 1/2(A/N: ½ [aka 1/2] means half, btw), and my sickness started when I was 5 and a half, shortly after I was taken to live at the orphanage, so... umm... yeah. I have a theory. I don't know if it's correct, but I don't want to find out.... I think... I'm dying."

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Zed POV

"Zed! Zed!" Addison called. I ignored her and kept walking away. "What's wrong?"

I spun on my heels. "Werewolves. They're not interested in fitting in."

"They're into cheer."

"No, they're into you, and you're into him... them."

"What? Why are you acting like this?"

"Do you know how hard it was for zombies? Now everything is just being handed to the werewolves on a silver platter."

"Actually, they hate silver."

"I'm trying to win an election for my people, for you. So that we can go to Prawn, so we can be accepted."

"That's not being accepted," Addison retorted, pointing to one of my campaign posters. "That's being afraid to show who you really are."

"Says the girl who wore a wig her whole life."

"Yeah. I did. Because I always felt like an outsider, and even though I have a chance of being cheer captain, I still do. You know I don't have a place here! Don't have a zombie crew. I don't know what I am! So excuse me for respecting a pack of werewolves who are proud of who they are!"