Cat Lover But a Wolf Lover Too. (werewolf lovestory) [Under Construction!!!]

I don't like people Chaper 13

       Let's get one thing straight here, I hate spiders. No wait I detest spiders with every fiber of my soul, I hate spiders. I hate everything about the little demons. I hate their hairy legs, I hate their beady eyes. I hate their long creepy eight legs. I epically hate when they think its okay to land on my face or anywhere near my person. Let me tell you, its not.

       That's why I love Tanker because he eats spiders but some times he wont see them and that's where the problem starts. Also that's why I am huddled in the corner of my bed while a giant spider, that has a death wish for my soul, crawls closer and closer to me.

          And I cant help but just to cower in fear and watch it get closer and closer to me. Then my knight in shinning armor comes to my rescue and when I say my knight in shinning armor, I mean my little bitty ball of orange fur, Tanker, jumped on my bed and knocked the devil spider onto the ground and continued to play with its dead body for about an hour then eats it. And when he ate it, I almost puked. Mostly because I could hear his crunching from my kitchen.

Where I was making my food but as soon as I heard the crunching of the spider being eaten, I lost my appetite. So I began a search to find something else to occupy my free time. It was about two in the after noon and I was all done with my online classes. I would go into town but I don't feel like dealing with some of the extremely stupid people that live in this town.

           Its seems that I can't escape the stupidly. I think it follows me where ever I go or that I'm just living in a world were the majority of the population is just extremely stupid. And with that though I walked out of my kitchen and landed on my two setter couch with a thud and with Tankers trailing on my heels, I couldn't help but really realize how much my life has changed.

            I was once a normal girl with a some what normal life now I'm on my own , with my cat, and I barely see my parents. Even in moderation. I rarely see a another human being beside Herbert, he's my mail man. He's a very sweet old man. He has somewhat of a lazy eye so I can never tell if he's talking to me or something behind me.

          I sometimes do miss the human contact but then I start thinking how stupid humans can be so then I decide it was a good idea to move. And that I love my house. I love its creaky doors and floors. It creepy as hell windows that look like they just came out of a horror movie. But what I love most about this house is that no one bothers me.

    It a perfect place for me. The only thing that gets on my nerves is that people will some times leave their crap on my door step, hello people do I look like a trash can. But its not bad all the time. I some times find some pretty cool stuff. Like this one time I found this lava lamp that still worked. It is now my night light. I like watching the blobs of green bounce up and down in the yellow liquid.

          I made my way down my steel stair way into what I like to call as my heaven. Because not only does it have a perfect spot for my bike but also my tools, a couch that I found in a near by thrift shop that I think looks like something that was mad in the late 80's as well as a giant fridge that holds all my food and that has enough room to hold a large pizza box without stuffing it or putting it sideways. I love it.

           When I went to go to my fridge that I loved, my door bell rang. I think my door bell sounds like one of those creepy mansion on the hill type of door bells. But anyways, I headed to my door and  cracked it, only to come face to face with my lovely and old mail man Herbert.

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Yes I have finally updated.

Free time is a blessing and I have been blessed.

And I hope you all enjoy :)