Wer-puppy

Ring ring!!!

“Uhhhhhh…”

So tired, why is my underwear drawer screaming at me?

“Marco! Donde eres el teléfono?!!

Great, now my mom is screaming at me.

“I don’t know mom!!”

My mom stormed into the room ready to go to work wearing a simple pants suit, her black hair pinned back in a perfect bun that showed off both her perfect features, and her glossy long hair. It matched beautifully with her dark Hispanic skin tones. Long eyelashes framed her already beautiful light brown eyes making them look like giant black holes that could always suck you in and hold your attention. Her pouty pink lips were currently frowning at me as I gazed at her like an idiot. I loved my mom, I was proud of her in a weird protective way. Her loud voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Marco, porque?”

I was only half awake and her whiny tone of voice confused me. I just continued to stare at her stupidly in my morning daze. Rolling her eyes she goes to my dresser and pulls our house phone out and answers it. Turning to leave the room she throws a fist full of boxers at my face. I sputter as I swat them away. Already half way down the hall I called after her.

“Yeah, good morning to you too!”

I heard her laugh as she rounded the corner, speaking English to her pompous boss who was worried about the shipments coming this Tuesday. Glancing at my clock on the night stand I realized what time it was. It was 5:30 in the morning!!! Mom wasn’t supposed to be in until 7:00 today!! Her jerk of a boss must be calling her in early again. I scowled as I leapt from my bed and searched for some pants and a shirt. I settled for a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a white and grey v-neck. Heading into the kitchen I noticed Chupa waddling out of his room in his footie pajamas, rubbing his eyes. A happy smirk crept its way onto my face as I scooped him up. I adored my brother the same way I do towards my mom, a protective and admiring kind of love that was unconditional. Chupa’s little 4 year old arms wound themselves around my neck as he nestled his dark curls under my chin. His gold eyes drooped as he asked my sleepily

“Why is mama yelling?”

  Mom was currently yelling in Spanish at someone on the phone. From the sound of it, the shipment from Colombia had been mixed up with a different companies order and mom was panicked. I gently rubbed Chupa’s back and explained in 4 year old talk

“Silly people did the wrong thing at mama’s work so now mama is upset and trying to fix it.”

“Oh.”

Murmured Chupa, as he began to fall asleep against my chest. After a moment I laid him down on the couch and flipped on the TV. I liked the background noise and once mom left the silence of the house would drive me crazy. Turning around to face the kitchen that was connected to the family room I saw mom pouring herself a to-go cup of coffee. Walking to the fridge I pulled out the creamer for her and kissed the top of her head. I hated to see her so stressed out and wanted to do anything I could to help. She turned and smiled a tired smile. She looked aged, not in looks but in spirit. She just didn’t have that same giggle or that same toothy smile she had before dad was ‘taken’, and though it was 3 and a half year since then I could see it still hurt her. Rubbing my shoulder she apologized with her eyes and murmured,

“I made you two teriso con huevos, all you need to do is heat up all the stuff.”

I grinned sadly at her. She must have woken so early to do that for us. Giving me a quick hug she walked down the hall, grabbed her coat and walked out to the car through the light drizzle that was tainting the jubilation of summer. Peering after her as she stepped out the door I saw only two things, the glint of a shiny black heal as my mother began to close the door, and, far off in the distance under the shelter of tall trees, a pair of large bright green angry eyes.

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as an auther i feel compelled to leave an annoying little note that nobody will probably read but im writing it anyways. as im sure you can tell this is just kind of a piolet, a test run to try out how people react to my wrighting.  i felt a bit like a bum not having a story to flaunt and decided to set up a challege, make a non steriotypical werwolf story. i have noticed that frankly almost all of the WW (WerWolf) storys are based on white, hot, young, girls who in the begining hate the alpha, who in the end she will fall maddly in love with even though he is still kind of a jerk. seriously people, some originality would be nice every once in a while.... so my original idea is a story about a half hispanic 16 year old boy who..... well youll have to wait and read to figue out the rest of the plott ( un nessesary winky face) so if you enjoyed, hated, or used this story to cure cancer please comment.

manny thanks,

                    ~LUNARFOX