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-7•Marco

"How is it that I always find myself in these situations?" I asked to myself, I was in this room, with this girl who was most definitely not Francesca. God knows where or how she is, after burying her mother and putting her father in a mental institution. She would be in a bad state. I can almost imagine her cooped up in her house. "Who are you?" I asked, directly at the red head, yet Diego answered.
"Camila, and Marco you need to tell us what happened." I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "I was on my to Francesca's and next thing I know, I'm here."
"Well, you can go to Francesca's house while we figure out what's happening," Camila smiled.
"Thanks!" I jumped up and ran out the house, I knew the path like the back of my hand. I got to her door and knocked.
She opened and I smiled lazily. "Marco," she said, as if I had come back from the dead. Ok that wasn't the best example yet, she looked the opposite of what I thought she would look like. She walked in and I trailed after her, closing the door. "What is all this?" I questioned, my hands brushing over all the equipment. "Hunting kit," she stated simply, "I lived my whole life being trained by my father. He wasn't lying Marco." She looked up into my eyes. "I could see the way she was killed, my mother was bitten by a werewolf, Marco. And I'm gonna kill every last one of them,"
My eyes widened and I soon felt my hands get sweaty. "Francesca, come on, werewolves aren't real," I was blatantly lying to myself.
"Believe what you want, I know the truth." She stood up before ushering out of the house. I think I hit a nerve. My ears met the door slamming shut before I set off back to Camila's,   Don't ask how I remember, I'm guessing it's werewolf instincts.
Every last one of them.

Ok this was like half inspired from teen wolf because my obsessed friend has now made me obsessed!!
So. How's life guys?
Bye
–Harps