Chapter 4
When Rachal looked at me I said "The part about me being born is true! But I was kidding about the fire tonight." I smiled to ease the tension. And she let out a long, hard, breath. We kept on walking. But I felt guilty for lying.
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When we got to the club, we found our locker and threw our backpacks inside. I grabbed my basketball, and t-shirt and shorts, while Rachal got her softball, glove, and warm up shorts. We changed and went to the gym. I practiced shooting some hoops. But I was nervous and couldn't make any. I sat down breathing hard and put my head in between my knees.
"Hey Hazel, you okay?" Rachal called.
"Yeppers, I'm just tired." I said.
Rachal came plopping down next to me. And gave me a side hug. "Hey, you want to pitch for me, while I get my bat?" She asked.
I jumped up. "Yeah sure, I need a break from shooting. I didn't get any shots a minute ago. I have to get my head in the game, if we're going to win next week." I said. Then when she left I said in a whisper, "There gonna do better without me anyways."
I quickly ran to my locker and caught up with Rachal. She got her bat and I got my bubble gum pack. Or what looks like its full of bubble gum. I put it in my pocket, and we go.
"Hey can I have a piece?" Rachal asked.
"Sorry only one piece left." I said nervously. I didn't want her to see what's in it.
"Fine." She said.
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After many pitches, and hits she had to leave.
"Hey I got to go Hazel." Rachal said grabbing her stuff.
"Okay." I said anxiously. I wanted her to leave. Just to go so she wouldn't get hurt.
"Lets go." She said.
"I have to stay. I need to get that quarter shot mastered. Or Coach will get mad at me. You go. See you tomorrow." I said.
"Bye girl." Rachal said cheerfully.
I watched her go across the street, then I ran up the stairs to the top floor. I took out the pack of bubble gum, and opened it. Inside instead of gum were ten matches. I grabbed one and striked it. Making one single flame at the tip.
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Let The Fire Start (Editing)
WerewolfI was standing in the middle of the fire, whispering to the fire that always answered. Letting it grow and dance the way it wanted to. It was weird to have all of this fire around you and not have it burn or touch your fragile skin. With each match...
