Drifting, drifting and drifting.
I could hear a faint snore from the other room. I opened my eyes, it was still dark and a rainy night. The windowsill were splattered with the raindrops of spring. I rubbed my eyes sheepishly, and sighed.
It was a wonderful dream; I just wanted the linger to last forever. I was running through the forest alongside the hottest guy in highschool, feeling the breeze swing by my face.
He was the one that laughed loudly during class and make everyone else smile with every little remark.
Yawning, I sprang with my light feet, jumping from my bunk bed on to the table. I crouched way low just like my lovely tabby cat, and glanced at my neon green clock.
It was 5:20am.
Well, somebody's sure early, I thought sleepily.
I leaped back up, grabbing on to my wooden ladder and climbing back to my
comfortable den. I sank into my blanket as I tried to recollect my thoughts from earlier.
Drifting, drifting, and then I let the warmth swallow me back asleep.
RING, RING, BRRRIINNNNGG, BRRIIIINNNNNNGGGGG.
"Ugh", I mumbled.
It was morning, and the clock was beeping faster. I flopped my arm over to stop the clock from making any more noise and I sank back into the pillows, groaning. It always felt like the stupid clock would ring a minute after I fall asleep.
"JENNIFER! Your cereal is getting soggy!" My mom shouted from downstairs.
I sighed, thinking that time wasn't going to stop for me. I got up, threw on a tank top and some jeans and went downstairs.
Reaching the table and stuffing the spoon of cereal in my mouth, I spat out. "BLEHH, GROSS!"
I did a double take to the sink, washing out the remaining pieces off my tongue. "Is this cereal expired or what?"
"No, I just bought it a few days ago." My mom's head poked out and smiled from the basement door. "If you don't like it, next time you go and buy the cereal."
I sighed, and while I went to the fridge searching for a better alternative, the phone rang.
"I'll get it." I said, snatching up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, is this Jennifer?" An attractive, deep voice replied.
"Yeah. Who is this?" I said, my heart pumping faster, thinking of all the possibilities of who it could be. No way it was Mike, my crush. There was no way I could be that lucky. What the heck? He didn't even have my number.
As if it were a cue to my thoughts, the voice rang out. "This is Mike," He chuckled.
Wow. I am still dreaming. I was about to hang up and splash some water in my face when the voice went on;
"I'm just asking what Mr.Sing wanted me to give him that other day, homework I mean. After all, your considerate and pretty intelligent. My friends didn't bother telling me after school."
Homework? I managed to pull myself together and said,
"Uhhh, he Christmas essay along with the short story writing...but wait a second, how did you even get my number...are you stalking me?"
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The Wolvacutor (romance)
RomanceJennifer Black finds a device in the moss filled attic of her old school called The Wolvacutor. The Wolvacutor transforms Jennifer and a group of her schoolmates (including the school hottie) into wolves where they would have to get back to reality...
