the girl who cried wolf|Wattys 2015

the girl who cried wolf: one

Note// I changed the location of the story because Seaview lacked sense aha. Welcome to Crescent Falls, Canada. Also, I have a picture of Lucy on the side. I wanted someone that exhumed maturity and innocence simultaneously [as well as someone young and blonde] so I chose Elle Fanning! She's fifteen [just like Lucy] so it all worked out perfectly. I still haven't chosen a Mason though :c So if anyone knows of a dark haired male who looks around sixteen please comment below! Now onto chapter one. . .

one: Welcome to Crescent Falls

If you ever thought your town was boring and there was absolutely nothing in the world that made it interesting, then you've never heard of Crescent Falls. In fact I'm positive that no one has heard of Crescent Falls. Despite its very mystique and cool name, there's nothing extraordinary when it comes to this little blip in the middle of Canada. There are no more than three thousand and thirty residents and our mall is only one story; a majority of the stores sell sweaters thicker than an AP Calculus book and boots that are meant to keep you safely trekking through deep snow rather than looking fashionable. Other than the homes, which haven't changed since they were built in the early 1800s, Crescent Falls is surrounded by trees. For every house there are at least sixty beautiful tall balsam firs, so tall that on occasion they block out what little sunlight dares to attempt to shine down.

I don't hate it, but there are times when I wish I could be somewhere, anywhere, where there was actually something happening.

I'm fifteen years old and the only exciting things that have ever happened to me is the one thing I wish didn't happen to me. Being known as wolf girl seemed cool at first and I'm sure that a stranger who'd hear about me might mistake my instant recognition by the town as popularity. But there was nothing great about being known as the girl who was attacked by a wolf and lived to tell the tale. The only thing that earned me was a few oos and ahhs and 'Can I see your scar?' Then those same people who were star stuck by me would go on their merry way.

Being wolf girl just made everyone wary of me, almost scared of my presence and often concerned for their selves. Before me, there'd never been any incident of a wolf attack. Sure, occasionally someone would see one near a campsite, but never had one come in contact with a human. My attack sent off a spur of fear in the community and serious precautions had been made: like curfews, going places in groups of three or more, or carrying around a whistle. Well, actually the last one was enforced by my parents.

They'd taken extra precautions when it came to me and my safety; they watched everything I did. If I allowed my mother to, she'd install a gps chip in me to always know where I was going. To her and my father, I would always be their little girl who had to be watched carefully or I'd go wandering off and attacked by wolves again.

Surprisingly enough, despite what happened to me I was the only one who didn't have some strange irrational fear of wolves. If anything I was a bit more drawn to them and found them interesting. Every night I'd look out my window into the woods and I wondered if behind the pale bunch of tree, did the wolf that attacked me still roam. Maybe with others. All I know is, they never found it.