I stopped before the group that had less werewolves in it. The group that was good and where I knew I would fit into with ease. There were a few gasps of disappointment and more, something like shock. Immediately I knew that this wrong a bad choice for some reason. But I wouldn't take it back for the life of me because I am not evil. At least not fully. Sure I back talked some times but it was only to one person, and that was Mike. And I only started talking back to him two years ago... which I guess proved me wrong. I didn't just start back talking, I started it a while ago.
With that thought in my head I started thinking about how I was actually bad. One time when I was driving I ran over a squirrel. Than one day at the mall I freaked out at a guy because he spilled hot coffee on my new shirt. It wasn't really his fault though because a different person bumped into him first. "Well would you look at what we have here. A Slake thinks she is worthy enough to be good. That is funny considering all of the Slake family is from the depths of hell. Or that is what people say. Isn't that right Ari?" The wicked one's voice said. Her words sent out all of the horrible things I have done that I was thinking into the thin air.
What did people say about my family? That my family was from the depths of hell? Blinking I just stared into the now purple eyes of the wicked werewolf. "Ari? Did you know that?" She asked again. Oh no, did she find out that I didn't know anything about my family? I gulped and rolled my eyes. I had to get out of this one. Straightening out my back and putting my chin up I looked the wicked one in the eyes.
"Of course I do." I lied. "Why wouldn't I? Anyways I would like to get to know this pack. They seem interesting. Not that you guys aren't of course." I spoke and felt my anger boil up. Oh no, why was I so angry now? The wicked one's eye brows shot up but didn't say anything, all she did thought was turning around to face her newest members.
Ignoring what I said I looked at the good pack leader of the group I joined. She was frowning, showing that the obviously didn't like what I had just said to the wicked one. "Come on. Let's go over to the back corner. We need to go over the rules of this pack and the facts that no one ever covers in the Werewolf one- oh- one class." The leader said.
We all followed her and we sat down at a round table that fit all of us. I will start by everyone telling their name. I will go first than we will go counter clock wise. My name is Annabelle Martise." She spoke. Annabelle was beautiful and tall and had an hour glass figure. Her black hair cascaded around her shoulders and the front of her body. She looked perfect, just like all the other werewolves, even the ones who haven't changed yet. Somehow everyone here made me feel ugly with my blond curls that made me stand out. Or the heart shaped scare on my neck. Even though I was modeled like a Goddess I still felt ugly with the werewolves around me. Or was this just how girls usually felt around other beautiful or hansom people?
Time slipped by and there was only two people left to say their name until it was my turn. Listening in I focused on their names. "My name is Zavannah Mars." A girl introduced herself. She looked tall with her short, white dress that fit like a glove. Her hair was in a short pixie cut that was also bleached. She too had an hour glass figure. It seemed that every girl werewolf filled out that way. The pack said hello then the next person went.
It was a guy. He had pitch black hair like Jeremy's and was tanned a little bit. His muscles were big but not so big they were disgusting. But like a guy who worked out twice or three times a week. "My name is Josh McGren." Was all he said in a rusty voice. He looked like a God. Someone who shone through with purity and love and who was hansom. I couldn't help myself to just star at him. It became embarrassing when every turned to look at me, including Josh.
Clearing my throat and looked at Annabelle. "My name is Ari Slake." I told them what they already knew. Somewhere the thick sound of a bell rang out five times. Lunch I guess. We all stood up and before anybody could go anywhere Annabelle cleared her throat to get out attention.
