Author's Note
So, I woke up at like 3 am and then suddenly this idea pop up in my mind, why not write a werewolf story? Crazy huh? Anyway my mind is pacing, slightly confused but I gue
ss this will work. Good luck to me! Happy reading!
First Encounter
Living on my own since my mom died of cancer and my dad sudden disappearance was a bit difficult and insane. I had to wake up early for school on my own and work my ass until midnight after class. I found it challenging though, not knowing where to start, where to go but then some friends made it easier for me.
"KRIS! I'LL GET GOING!" I yelled at my friend who's busy doing you-know-what with his dazzling boyfriend-Julius in her bedroom. "Yeah? Uh...be careful darlin' I'll see ya Monday!" She yelled back.
I shook my head lightly as I grab my coat on her sofa and headed off. As I walked on her street I found myself getting nervous, I don't know why but I think someone or something is staring at me.
I quickly walked until I found myself catching for my breath near a bar about 4 blocks away from where Kris lives. I was about to walk again when a guy, about six feet tall, dark blonde hair, and a gorgeous pair of green eyes approached me.
"Hi." He said courtly nodding at my direction, I slightly smiled back at him. He offered me his hand and I don't know what happened to those thousands of times where my parents would tell me 'Don't talk to strangers." But I took it and shook them.
"I'm James...James Klinton and you are?" He asked raising his eyebrows, "Uhm, Erica. Erica Glinch." He then smiled brightly. I didn't know what happened next, but the next day I found myself laying in bed with him with only a cotton sheet covering us.
What in the hell happened last night?
Sorry for the misspelled words, incorrect grammar, I'm totally ignorant at this stuff. So what do guys think? Am I doing this right?
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