Zoo wee mama

Chapter One: Pale Dawn

(Greg's POV) 

The pale sun rises and my room fills with light, and I begrudgingly push off my sheets. Mom and Dad are gone for the week so i'm all on my own to get ready for school. I see my older brother open the door and shove me off the bed. "Wake up twerp, It's time for school". I flail my arms at him, and stand up. "Geez dude I know, I was already awake". He just laughs and leaves to get ready for the day. 

I groan in despair as I pull my clothes onto my body. It's been three months of school already, and the only thing I have waiting for me is getting to sit by myself at lunch and read. So yeah, not much incentive to haul my ass over there. I buttoned up my gray cardigan, and sit down at my desk to get ready. I slowly put on my thin eyeliner, and comb my long dark hair. I thought about styling it but decided to just leave it combed, because no one really cares. I stared out my window to see pale clouds filled the sky, and rain dripped down my windows, the November frost fogged up my windows. I decided to throw on another cardigan just for good measure. 

I walked downstairs to find Rodrick placing breakfast on the kitchen counter. "Hey Greg boy, you better eat up!". I rolled my eyes and grabbed a bagel. "You should really be eating more.....". "I'm not hungry". He sighed, and I quickly left the kitchen. I grabbed my tote bag, and headed out the door.

The cold rain made my hair wet, so I delicately unfolded my umbrella. I heard Rodrick rush out the door. "Sorry, I was just getting my coat, you ready to head to school dude?". "Sure, um let's go". 

I got into Rodrick's car, and put on my headphones. I stared out the window while Lana Del Rey played in my ear. I rolled my eyes when Rodrick's loud rock music interrupted my song. I stared out at the gloomy streets as we headed toward the school, and I pulled out my journal, today was a good day for some sketches. "Hey dude watcha drawing in there?". "Rodrick I don't have time for this today". "Oh......... um okay".

I headed through the door, and I carried my bag to my locker. Before I could head to class, I stopped in my tacks as I remembered that today was the first day of boy's poetry club. I groaned and went to the room to read by myself before all the other students arrived.

I sat by myself in my chair, and felt a strange presence come over me, like I was being watched by someone, and then I heard one of the classroom doors open, and a man twice my size walked out, and began to listen to his music in the desk next to me

He had fair skin, and his black hair formed a dark mane on his head, the sides of his hair were shaved shorter. I couldn't help myself from staring at him, I bet I looked like an idiot. His dull red eyes looked at me, and I felt a streak of fear come over me. "What's a girl doing in the boy's poetry club". "U-um i'm actually a boy, i'm just so dainty that I don't look like one". I was scared he was gonna get angry with me, but he just laughed. "Hmmmm I see, I'm Rowley Jefferson, you should keep yourself safe, such a sweet dainty boy like you needs protecting........". "I'm Greg Heffley, it was nice to meet you?". He walked away without saying a word.

I sat down on the classroom floor out of breath, I'd never really cared about attention from guys before, I'm not like the other girls always vying for it. But somehow his intensity and prowess caused me to be curious. I finally took a deep breath, and I sat back at my desk. I decided my first poem of this class was gonna be about Rowley. 

"Dark wolf on the night, take me to thy bed

Let your red moons pierce my mind until I fall unto your spell"

I lifted my pencil to finish my poem, and left my desk to use the bathroom. I felt the wind of the fan blow across my dainty fairylike body, and I looked at Rowley's desk to see a tuft of coarse black fur where Rowley sat before.