The Moonlight Howl

Chapter One

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Note: note in the book will often appear like 1. or in ().  There will be triggering topics so.  Oh and I think this is clear there are spoilers and references everywhere.  Music will be in color.  Very graphic and triggering as well.

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Chapter One

Y/n's POV:

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        "You're Late," I call out to Halloween, my best friend

        "Sorry bought that," she says quietly. 

        "Nothing to worry about" I respond as she sits down to our picnic and on a small patch of grass near a few clovers. 

        We could be twins.  Not the type where we look overly alike to each other but similar.  We both have h/c long hair with a small sting of bangs.  We both like blue and wear it a load of the time.  She has a nice mixture of green, grey, and blue irises. I had always been jealous of those eyes.  I just had plane e/c irises.

        "You got some food?"

        "Here" I say as I send a bunch of celery sticks and sandwiches her way.

        "Got any peppers with it?"

        ". . ." 

        Halloween asks in a perfectly casual, "Y/n?" Silence promenses.  "Y/n, snap out of it!" 

        "Huh? Wha? Sorry.  You were saying? Sorry again."

        "I was asking if you had peppers."

        "Sorry.  I left them behind." Bonck! I hit my head with the back of my hand"

        "You need to get rid of that absent mindedness of yours.  Besides, Stop saying 'sorry'!  And stop hitting yourself!" She says in her deep voice which makes us laugh the hours away.  As we east and make our bad joke like, "I like the dead. They make good conversations" or "What's a room with no windows or doors. . . . a really bad joke.  No. A mushroom"  and "What is a criticises favorite berry. . . .a boo berry.  Guess why.  Cause they'll get booed at it.  Booo!"  So many other jokes are told in the hour "What's a shark's favorite game. . . . Chomp the leader."  The sun rises to where I assume is above our heads.

        "You put on your sunscreen" Hall roars at me as we run up a hill.  Her with a bottle of liquid sunscreen.  I smile and holler, "You're not my mum!" After her roaring.

        "And your not mine." I hear the retort but before I could act in response with, "That doesn't make sense,"  and laugh an older lady hollered at us. She said, "Where are your families, children."

        Halloween's answer was clear as day.  She responded, "Don't have one."

        My answer wasn't as proud. I knew she was going to scold us for running when our parents weren't around.  I was right for the most part.

        "Do you kids know what time it is?  You with the e/c, what's your name?"

        "Y/n" I respond clearly.

        Right Y-Y/n, whatever your name is, put on sunscreen it's 2:31."

        "Wait! Say that again!"

        "Halloween."

        "What"

        "2:31 now 2:32"

        "Y/n we need to get going."

        "No kidding.  And no yelling at people"

        "Wait children!" the lady paused "Who would name their child Halloween?"

        "Oh that's it. Stop calling us children!" She finally lost it.  Hall doesn't like being called a child.  

        "Hall!" I warn her.  "We need to be going."

        "Fine."

        "Sorry about that mrz." (It is Mrz. if you are unsure if she is married or not.) I shout out to her as we run up the hill once more, to our two bicycles  and start to head towards my home.  Hal, and I are delivers for my family's small business.   We are called The Moonlight's Howl

        "You once said I wish you died"

        "You Sinners." She finished the first verse in her dark, beautiful voice.

        "On the first day after Christmas," I sang.

        "My true love and I had a fight." She continued as we neared my busy homestead. "Y/n behind you!"

        It's too late. A scream of terror and shock as a vehicle runs into something.  My own? Me!  Another Scream. Hall's!  One more as you feel the shocking pain cover you and my balance is gone.  I feel the pain worsen as my ribs turn to dust under the weight of the vehicle crosses over your heart.  One last scream.  An uflumilerer one, probably the drivers.  My heart is mush as I die.  My eyes close and I am died.  With tears of pain and sadness on my eyes, rolling down the cheeks of a now empty corpse.

'I like the dead. They make good conversations'

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The two songs are 

(1) The Wolf

by  Phildel

(2) The Twelve Days After Christmas

by  Frederick Silver