Little Red and Her Wolf------HIATUS!!!---------

Chapter One

                Annika Wilde sat in her bedroom, alone, as per usual. She didn't like leaving the confines of her book ridden room. Everywhere books sat stacked in piles that reached the ceiling or messily put on bookshelves. The room was filled with golden light from the several little white Christmas lights attached to the walls and plafond. It smelled of sweet tea and a library.

                 The Wilde house hold was the most uninteresting place in all of Tallinn. The house was kept plain and bare with a few knick knacks and family pictures here and there. The walls were a tedious brown and the floors were  a dark mahogany color. The only messily creative part of the house was Annika's room. Eliza's was barely second with her white and blue furniture and scarily organized room. The house was a tiresome thing, but so were the family.

                   John Wilde, Annika and Eliza's father, was a man of average height with greying brown hair and brown eyes. Michelle Wilde, his wife, was also of average height, but with light brown hair and light almost hazel brown eyes. Eliza had inherited their parents' brown hair and brown eyes and love for the simplicity of plainness. Annika wasn't so lucky. She somehow ended up with red hair that looked like fire on the top of her head and all the way down to her hips. Her eyes were powerfully green and almost reflected that of a cat's. Annika also was small and curvy, unlike that of her mother and sister.

                   Annika wasn't anything like her boringly dull family. She wanted danger and adventure and to soar through the sky. She wanted to be like the characters in the books that she read. Annika wanted, no, needed unpredictability and unstable.

                    She closed the book to Beautiful Creatures, now adding caster to the list of things she wanted to be. Stifling a yawn, she got up from her comfy white bed and put the book in a cubby hole across the room. Annika's feet pattered down the stairs of her home. It was about 6:30 in the morning, and she had to get ready for school.

                    After a relaxing shower, she let her hair dry in its natural soft waves. She slipped on skinny jeans and a white cameo undershirt. She applied a little eyeliner and mascara to make her green eyes pop even more and added a bit of pink lip gloss. She brushed her teeth and put on warm comfy socks and her grey waterproof boots. Annika slid on her red plaid button up and black over sized coat and went out the front door.

                    School usually didn't start until 7:45 till about 8, so Annika usually took strolls around her town. She breathed in the light autumn leaves that were almost the same shade of her hair. She hummed a nameless tune as she walked, lost in her own world.

                   That's where Annika always seem to be, somewhere lost in her own mind. She couldn't hardly express her outrageous opinions to her family without them mocking her or making fun of it. "Do you ever wonder if plants and trees can actually understand us, mama?" She once asked. Her mother seem taken aback, "Of course not Annika," she replied, "What a crazy thing to even mention!" She learned at a very young age that she should keep her wondering questions to herself.

                   Eyes burned the back of Annika's head and it felt like someone was watching her. She shook off the feeling, but walked a little faster. The crunching of new fallen leaves and her heavy footfall was the only sounds in the early morning silence.

                    School started like any other day. It progressed on until finally the bell rang signaling the end of the day. Annika bolted from her English class, glad that she could get home. It had warmed to a comfortable 60 degrees with a slight chill to the air.

                   The smell of chicken pot pie greeted Annika as she arrived home. Her mother and father were still at work, which means that Eliza had cooked the yummy dinner.

                   Eliza was more of a mother figure than Michelle has ever been to her. Eliza was always there to make sure she was okay or did her homework. Annika couldn't live if anything happened to her sister. "How was school?" Eliza asked, taking the rolls out of the oven. Annika shrugged, sitting at the counter on a bar stool, "Same as every day I suppose." Eliza wiped the sweat from her brow. The heat from the kitchen was getting to her.

                    "Well," she began, taking plates and forks and setting them on the table, "hope you're hungry." Dinner was silent and they traded few words. Soon Annika retired to her bedroom and plopped on her bed. The feeling of eyes, once again, watching her returned. Unease settled in, she drew her curtains closed and went to bed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Okay so this chapter sucked since it is the first chapter and I hate writing first chapters! If I could just jump into a story and have people understand it, that would be awesome, but I can't! Anyways I really hope you like this story!!!!! Pic of Annika! If you could maybe suggest an actress or model you think fits her go right ahead!