I ran through the woods as fast as I could, my feet pounding on the leaf littered ground. The cold, dry air burned my lungs, and I could feel my heart beating in my throat. The branches of trees snagged and tore at my clothes as I ran, and roots and stones snagged at my soggy sneakers. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and I knew I couldn't run like this for long.
A howl came from somewhere behind me, driving fear into my gut like a sickening wedge. It sounded like it was right behind me. I looked behind me as I ran, terrified that I might catch a glimpse of it.
As I turned back to look ahead of me, WHACK! A low hanging branch slapped me across the face, and I found myself lying flat on my back. I groaned as I felt a trickle of blood coming from my forehead. I gingerly rubbed my fingers across the skin of my brow, feeling a small cut just above my eyebrow.
Suddenly I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I felt its gaze before I saw it. Fear and exhaustion made my breath shaky in the cold night. I scanned the forest around me, looking for what I already knew was there. Then I saw it, and a chill ran down my spine. In the foggy darkness ahead I saw a pair of glowing golden eyes staring back at me.
I stumbled backwards, trying to get away, until I ran into a bush. Suddenly a large black raven burst out of the bush and flew over me.
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I sat bolt upright in bed. My heart was still pounding in my chest as I took in my surroundings, trying to remind myself that it was just a dream. Sunlight streamed through the window, filling the room with warm light. I shook my head, then looked at the clock.
"Sh*t I'm late!" I said in a panic. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to get ready. I could hear my mom downstairs, singing as she made breakfast. I dressed quickly in the clothes I had laid out the night before. I rushed through brushing my teeth, then dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen.
My mom gave me a warm smile, and held the pan of bacon she had on the stove. "Morning, sweetheart. I'm making breakfast."
I had to dig through a couple boxes that were piled up in the kitchen before I found my shoes. I hopped around as I struggled to get them on. "Sorry, Mom. No time. I'm running late for school."
She gave me a stern look. "You can't be late for your first day. But you need to eat something."
I groaned and grabbed a granola bar from the counter. "Happy?"
She just gave me a smile and said, "Have a great day at school. Try to make some new friends."
With that, I bolted out the front door, grabbed my bike from the side of the house, and took off down the street. I was nervous for my first day. My mom and I had moved here when the hospital she worked at had to let her go due to budget cuts. My mom thought this would be a good time to go back to the town where I was born. We moved away from Oak Hills when my dad passed away. I was three so I don't really remember him. I have one memory of him and I playing with a large black dog, but whenever I ask my mom about it, she says he never had a dog.
The ride to the school only took about five minutes. I parked my bike, and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. There were kids milling about in front of the school and on the steps. I made my way through the people quietly. I figured it would be best to keep my head down. I noticed immediately that I was drawing attention as I walked in the front doors. It felt like everyone was staring.
A short girl with brown hair and thick black glasses stepped up to me and stuck out her hand before she started talking faster than I could keep up, "Hi. I'm Elizabeth. You can call me Liz. Or Lizzie. Or whatever. I work for the school paper. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?"
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Loup-garouCasper Caldwell is used to moving around. He and his mom have moved from city to city ever since he was three years old, when Casper's father passed away. His father has always been a mystery to Casper. He knew it hurt his mom to talk about him...