Chapter Three: The Blood

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After school, I walked my butt to detention. Jenetra said she would wait for me at Rosemary Park, under our big oak tree. She said that we should meet there because nobody goes to that park any more. After a period of time that I didn't keep track of, a teacher named Mr. Slaher said I was free to go. Siala had took my truck, and apperently dropped off my bike. I hopped on my bike and started riding to the park. I then saw Siala and Jenetra in a fight stance. I was scared, so I jumped off my bike and starting running towards them. Siala was growing grey hair in places I didn't think was possible . Her face had turned into a snout, and all I then saw was a grey wolf, about to destroy my best friend. 

Siala jumped for Jenetra.

I ran towards Jenetra as fast as I could. Siala was ripping at her arms and chest. Blood stained the fresh green grass. ''Siala! Stop! STOP!'' I ripped Siala off of Jenetra. I could see the blood dripping from her snout. Tears were running down my cheeks, and Jenetra was laying there, helpless, and most likely dead. I leaned down to her body and put my head on her chest. ''Jenetra, no, no, don't leave me, please.'' I stared at Siala in disbelief to what she had done. ''Liam.....''  Jenetra faintly said. I pulled out my cellphone and called an ambulance. Siala creeped up towards me and said ''I'm sorry.''

I burst.  I tackled Siala to the ground, not playfully this time though. I pinned her down. She whimpered. ''I can't trust you anymore! Jenetra was right! Get away from here! Leave! I'll talk you in the morning!'' I got off of Siala and she turned back to human and then ran away. She looked back a few times, only to see me covered in Jenetra's blood and grass stains.

Finally the ambulance arrived. They got out a stretcher and carried her into the ambulance on the stretcher. They told me to hop in. I started to tell them what happened. The crew was quite shocked.  I didn't tell them about Siala being a wolf though. A guy who wasn't my friend, but wasn't my enemy, drove me home from the hospital. His name was Mark, and he was pretty nice. I got home after a few minutes of chatting, only to see Siala in my living room, crying. I ingored her and went to bed.  I was done with all the fueding.

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