Chapter 3

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misty's pov

when I got home I hurried and got all the groceries, my back pack and Cory. got them inside. I had to make dinner, and clean the house so I turned on the Tv and put Cory in front of it. then I went into the kitchen and started on dinner. I was making Italian chicken. when I got the pasta noodles going I started on the chicken, and the sauce. as those were cooking I got to work on cleaning the front room. when I was almost done with the front room, the timer for the noodles went off.

if you could describe what my life was like what would you say? well I say I'm treated like a maid, or if you really wanted to go further like a single mother, but I don't have a kid so that's not what I would call it. it's really not good for a teenage to have a lot of things to do but I'm a werewolf so I guess it's not that bad.

once dinner was ready I got Cory and took him upstairs to get him ready for bed, he usually falls asleep in his high chair. after he was asleep I went back downstairs to set the table. dinner was on the table and ready and my aunt and uncle are not home yet. I went into the living room to watch Tv until they got home.

the first time I made dinner and put it on the table, then went to bed, I got yelled at cuz dinner was cold, and it didn't help that my uncle thought I had left the house. so from then on I got Cory ready for bed and then went back downstairs.

when my aunt and uncle got home they were holding hands and laughing. 'well that's strange they never cone home like this. they usually come home separately.' ' well I guess they are trying to work their marriage out.' Claire that would be nice but it's just weird seeing them come home like this.' ' that is true but who knows.' " so um dinner is ready and on the table, if you want to eat." " it is?" my uncle looked at the table, " well we already ate dinner, but thanks for making my lunch for tomorrow. now go put it in containers and then go to bed you have school tomorrow." "okay uncle."

after I had cleaned up dinner Cory started crying and he wouldn't stop, so I just took him to my room along with his blanket, that he won't go anywhere without. when he fell back asleep I went and took a quick shower. 

when I got back to my room Cory was awake but he wasn't crying. he was sitting up looking out my window pointing. ' what is he pointing at?' I walked over to my bed and picked Cory up then walked over to my window. my room was one of the rooms in the house that had a view of the front yard, in front of my window was a tree but It wasn't directly in front so you couldn't see anything it was a little off to the side, and if you were looking out there when it was getting close to dawn then you could see the sunset. " What Cory? there's nothing out there." well I spoke to soon. as I was looking outside a figure came out of the shadow's. the figure was not on the ground either, it was in the tree.

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Hi guys so who do you think the figure in the tree is? sorry I didn't update last week, but I had a busy week. well anyways... if you think this is the end of the chapter it's not. :) keep reading.

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since my light was still on part of the tree had light on it. as the figure kept moving closer to the light Cory started to whine, that usually meant he was about to cry. I turned him away from the window but he just turned his head so he could see the window more. ' why are you just standing there?' ' you know carie I don't know.' ' well Cory is scared so go to the bed and see if this person goes away.' I don't turn my back on the window, if anything my dad taught me was to not turn your back on your enemy's, and right now whoever this is, is my enemy. I walk backwards toward my bed and get on it and under the covers. when Cory is under the covers he snuggles into me. for him being almost two he was a very cuddly baby, but that's one out of the thousands of things I love about him.

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