I stood there in a field with a crossbow in my hands, surrounded by creatures that i could only compare to werewolves.
Some werewolves had fur running down there cheeks, and there fingernails where sharp. Then others were big, and covered in fur with red eyes.
As i looked at each kinds, two words came to mind. Alphas and betas. At first we stood there examining each other, then, without warning, arrows started to pierce there hearts. It happened when i looked at them.
All of the werewolves changed back to there human forms as they were shot. I looked at each one and noticed one in particular. Scott. Allison's boyfriend. I look up as I feel a pat on my shoulder. Its my grandfather Gerard.
"Nice job Ella!" He says.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You killed them all. Nice job!"
I look down at my hands and see my crossbow is empty of arrows.
"NO!" I scream, and jolt up in my bed. I've been having the same dream every night since my grandfather got here 2 weeks ago.
"Ugh!" I say getting out of my bed, and walking to my closet. I picked out a white tank top, a white sweater, then I turned around and grabbed a black skirt, gray tights, and black heeled boots. I put my outfit choice on my bed, Then I walked to the bathroom that me and Allison shared. When I walked in she was brushing her teeth.
"Morning." Allison said.
"Morning. Hey when is Lydia picking us up?" I ask her.
"About 8:45. Why?" I look at the clock on the wall. 7:51.
"Because it gives me enough time to take a shower, and curl my hair."
"Oh." She says leaving the bathroom. I shrug out of my tank top, and Pajama shorts, and get in the shower. I turn the knob to wear it faces the H for hot, only to get burned by scolding water. I quickly turn the temperature down. I squeeze shampoo and conditioner on my head, scrub it in, and rinse it out.
I hop out of the shower, and wrap a towel in my hair, than another one around my body, and walk to my bedroom.
I look a the familiar dark blue velvet colored walls. I had a TV attached to my wall, a white desk in the corner, a balcony with a view of beacon hills, a black vanity table with a mirror, and my bed in here, with a white rug on the ground. On my bed I had a wite and blue comforter that matches my walls, a couple of pillows, and a black headboard. Two white tables sit on each side of my bed with black lamps with white shades on them stood on the tables, along with my laptop, and phone on them.
I slipped on my clothes, and walked over to my vanity table. I sat down in my little bench In front of it, and started applying my makeup. A little foundation for the bags under my eyes, some eyeliner and mascara, pink blush, and light pink lipstick. To complete the look I walked back to the bathroom and curled my hair. I had just finished when I herd a honk from outside. Lydia's here.
I walk back to my room, and put my shoes on. Then I grab my backpack, slip my laptop in, and grab my phone.
I walk downstairs grab a piece of toast, kiss my mom on the cheek in goodbye, and walk outside with Allison on my heels.
