Wolfgirl

Chapter 1: Storm

"Mira, don't tell your secret to anyone. And I mean it!" My mom says strictly.
"I know mom." I groan.
My mom's eyes soften and holds my hand.
"I know. I just don't want you die" My mom whispered gently.
Her voice was like honey. Thick with love and gentle golden sweetness.
My name is Mira. I was born to be wolf in the night, and human in the day. It's like a curse. I call it a gift, to make myself feel better about it. Don't get me wrong. I do love wolves. A lot. But being a wolf at night and a human by day is hard.
I swing on my backpack, filled with heavy textbooks.
"Goodbye mom! See you after school!" I call.
My mom waves her hand in goodbye.
"Don't let the school bus wait Mira." She reminds.
I smile and walk out the door. Fresh air greets me and I breathe it all in. A bird chirps somewhere and another bird joins. I quickly walk up to the school bus and go inside. My stop is one of the early ones, so I can always pick where I want to sit. I always sit in the back row, right. It's always empty. I like it there. No one notices me. No one ever sits there. I have no friends, it's best not because it's hard to keep a secret from a friend.
The bus stops in front of my school, River Meadow High school. It's a huge building. Public, not private. I walk to my lockers. Quickly and quietly and put my stuff I don't need in my locker and get the things I need for my first and second periods.
My first period is gym. I personally love it. My wolf instincts just act up and I exceed at it. But I try not to outshine everybody. I don't want to be the center of attention.
I hurry in the gym and change. Then I come out into the gym. Mr. Kimberly, the gym teacher, was joking around with some boys.
I sit down and just wait. My hands feel the smooth floor made of Oak. There are 4 basketball hoops in total in the gym.
When the bell rings, Mr. Kimberly tells us to gather around the middle of the Gym.
"This semester's unit will be Track and field. Basically running." Mr. Kimberly announces.
The boys cheer. And some of the tomboys. I'm happy, but I don't cheer. I don't want attention and staring.
"So we will be running a lot in the gym." Mr. Kimberly says.
More whoops and hollers from the tomboys and boys.
"So! Let's get started by doing 50 jumping jacks!" Mr. Kimberly cheers.
The popular girls groan.
I shrug on the inside and follow everybody doing jumping jacks.
45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50!
I'm done and most of the people are done too. I have to admit, it wasn't hard. I have wolf instincts, and my stamina is really good. Not to brag.
When everybody's done Mr. Kimberly tells us to run in a circle around the gym for 20 laps. I start running with the others instantly. The sound of my feet falling on the floor is a steady rhythm. I'm not really fast, but as I said before, I have stamina. I feel free, just running. I don't know what to call this feeling. People run past me, I don't care, I know I can outlast them.
I think of my family. My mom, my dad, they both aren't like me, so how was I born this way? Mom calls my curse Wolfgirl. So how was I born a Wolfgirl? I'm glad for my baby sister Milo. She wasn't born a Wolfgirl.
All too soon, I'm done with 20 laps and I join some of my classmates who were done with their 20 laps too. The bell rang and class was over.
By the time I get to my afternoon classes, I want to run again. I want to have the feeling of freedom.
After school, I ride the bus home. The first thing I get off the bus is to take a gulp of fresh air and put my hands on the lush green grass. I stand there for a while, just listening to the sound of birdsong, wind, and trees.
The first thing I hear when I enter my house is Milo crying.
"Shush..go to sleep...it's okay." My mom's honey sweet voice whispers.
I drop my backpack on the floor and take out my homework. I have a lot. I bring it up to my room and sit at my white desk.
My room is painted a soft light green, reminding me of the plants that I love.
I do my writing homework first since it was my favorite. I get to choose an animal and write an informative piece about it. I choose wolf. Of course! And start to write. My swirly letters forming into words. And my words forming into a piece of writing. Writing is so fun for me. I always get lost in my world of writing. Ideas keep popping in my head and I just keep on writing them.
I finish my wolf piece and I move on to other homework.
My iPhone rings, alerting me that it's time to start being Wolfgirl. I take nothing but myself and zoom down the carpeted stairs.
"See you in the morning Mira!" My dad says.
His voice, deep and booming, but caring.
"Bye!" I call and smile.
I run to the woods of my pack and I stand in the clearing and do what I do every night. I wait. I wait for the transforming to start.
A little while later, I feel tingling. Wolf ears start to sprout and a tail is slowly forming. My hands turn to paws. A minute later, I'm a wolf.
I howl to let my pack know I'm here in this leafy hollow. The alpha howls back. He comes with the whole pack and we lope to camp.
At camp, I go to my friend Fawn. Fawn is the beta, the Alpha's wife. She got pups a few weeks ago.
Fawn greets me with a wag of the tail. I wag my grey white tail and I sniff her pups. I keep my tail low to show respect, but not too low to show weakness. I growl when I realize that one pup is missing.
Fawn's eyes glaze over with sadness and grief. I cock my head to say "dead?"
Fawn dipped her head, meaning yes.
I lick her softly to comfort her. I pad out of the den and out to the clearing.
Just then, the Alpha howls, a battle cry. I turn my head to where the Alpha was standing. Battling. A pack of wolves were trying to claim our territory. I snarl and leap onto the nearest enemy I see. I slash and bite and force him to be submissive. He does and with a submissive low tail, he flees.
I look around and I see a young male wolf from my pack being pinned down by two enemies. I growl and tumble into the bigger enemy and make him submissive, then the young male, whom I've never seen before, and I battle the other one.
We look around and see that our enemy has fled. The young male whimpers a thanks. I dip my head to say your welcome.
I limp. My hind leg has a deep gash on it. I hope no one notices at school tomorrow.
The young male, named Storm, helped me to my den. I lie down and start licking my leg. Storm has a torn ear and a deep gash in his side. He lays down beside me and licks his wounds.
I look at him. He was a light grey wolf with soft brown eyes. I felt....love? I push that feeling away and resume licking my wounds.
After a while, I turned to look at Storm. He was looking at me with those soft brown eyes. I cocked my head. He ruffled his fur in embarrassment. I laughed a wolf laughter and curled up. Ready to sleep.
Storm didn't go away that night. He was there when I awoke. I growled annoyingly. He nuzzled me. I shake him off and go out to the forest. I smell a raven and track it down to a tree. I swiftly climb the tree, but before I could catch it my injured leg gave a sharp stab of pain and it lost foot hold, the Raven heard the little slip and flew away. I hiss at myself and jump off the pine.
A rustle made me jump and I turn around. My fur spiked up, but instantly relax as I see Storm's soft grey face. In his jaws were two fat ducks. We ate both of them together.
When I finished, I limp to my hollow and transform to human. I grimace as I see a red gash on my left leg. I limp back home in pain. My mom freaks out, but I calm her down. She wraps it up in those big white bandages.
While I packed my school stuff, my mind was all on Storm. He was so lovely, so caring, and so handsome.
I promised myself I'll see him tonight.