I Spy

Chapter 1

  Singing the last notes of his number one hit single "You stole my heart ", Robbie Sinclair bowed to his fans, as cameras flashed like lightning bugs on a hot summers night. Waving to the crowd, he flashed one of his most brilliant heart warming smiles. Thousands of hormonal teenage girls screamed louder, some cried and one girl even fainted. 

  "You have been an awesome crowd. Goodnight Houston," he said walking off to stage right.

   Robbie Sinclair was every girl's dream guy. A whopping six foot five, with short jet black hair that was perfectly spiked everytime. His green emerald eyes shone ever so brightly in the spotlight as he sang his heart out to his fans. The majority of which were teenage girls. They loved his amazingly tan ,toned body. He hardly ever had to work out and there was only one reason for that.

   Robbie had a secret identity.

  An identity he couldn't reveal to anyone, not even his family. If they knew what he did, he would be shunned from his family or worse be put in a mental institution.

   Every full moon at precisely nine o'clock, Robbie runs into the woods behind his house. His mind and body take him to a clearing where the moonlight shines vibrantly on the ground below, exposing four others including himself. They stare at each other waiting, knowing of what is to come.

   Robbie is the first to cry out in excruciating pain as the inner animal reaches out, throwing him to his knees. His back arches as his bones break and reform a new structure, leaving his once intact clothes ripped to shreds like confetti on New Year's eve below him. A long wet snout replaces his human nose. Snarls rip from his chest and escape from his mouth as long sharp canines protrude from his once flawless jaws, making themsleves known. Midnight fur grows from his bare chest and body finally showing what he really is.... a werewolf.

    A werewolf who has the instincts to kill whoever and whatever got in their way. They weren't the kind and caring creatures that they displayed in Twilight. In fact they were the complete opposite. Craving the taste of fresh spilt blood and doing whatever in their power to get it.

    Robbie wasn't always a werewolf. In fact, he was far from it.  He was always a sweet kid who minded his parents and did his chores, until that fateful day.

  "Robbie! Susan! Time to eat," yelled my mother. 

  "Coming mom," We both yelled as we put their game of hide and seek to a halt.

   His father, Mark, decided that for my tenth birthday We'd all go on a camping trip. I was very excited because camping was one of my all time favorite things to do besides singing. We packed up the car with all the necessities and were on our way to the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee.

   After several hours of hearing 99 bottles of coke on the wall, we finally arrived at our destination and it was breathtaking. Looking out to the horizon, acres upon acres of trees covered the landscape. Birds chirping and flying in every direction, this was going to be the best birthday ever.

   Running over to the campfire he could smell the delicious dinner awaiting him. Earlier that day, my father and I had went fishing. We had a grand ole time, talking about school, cars and of course fishing. My father taught me a technique that his father taught him and in no time we were catching fish left and right.

    A short time after noon we had caught fifteen fish and decided that was enough. Grabbing a plate and some utensils  I sat down on the log next to Susan. Susan was my seven year little sister who I loved and adored, ever since the day she was born.

   We sat next to the campfire telling about the awesome adventures we had that day. It was a picture perfect moment. Everyone was laughing and just enjoying the good ole outdoors. After I was done eating I thanked my mother and threw my plate into the fire watching the yellow and orange flames engulf it until it was nothing, but ash.