Rose
The sunshine peeked through my blinds, making the room glow with a golden and orange tint, that gave the room a nice feeling to it. I sat up in bed, and looked at the time.
8:45.
It was another Saturday that I had woken up way too early. I pull off the covers, slowly putting my slippers on and dragged my feet to my window to open up my blinds. The sun was bright, and the leaves on the ground spun around as the wind swiftly moved them. Summer was long gone, autumn was here, and soon it would be winter.
I made my way down my hallway and down the stairs into the kitchen. My mom wasn't up yet, she wouldn't be for another hour. I decided that I would be best just getting dressed and making my own breakfast, then doing something for the rest of the day.
This was my life.
The life of Rose
Marciera.
There was nothing exciting about it. I have the personality of a brick, but my friends say I'm fun to be around. But honestly, I could never understand how I could have friends.
I lived in a two story, 1940's house, near some woods, in the little town of Steinbach, Manitoba. I didn't live that far from Winnipeg, which is where I went to school and go shopping. Steinbach wasn't as exciting as Winnipeg, but I've been here since I was 4. Being from Toronto, I was used to the big, busy city. But since Winnipeg is almost like Toronto, I guess I wasn't as far from home, but then again, I don't remember much of Toronto.
I live with my mother. My father left when I was 8 and since then, I don't know what happened to him. He left me and my mother with nothing. Nothing but memories of a happy family that was torn apart by society. He was a hustler. A straight up hustler. But thats probably where I get it from.
I wasn't popular in school, I got good grades with the occasional D or C in one class. I was classified as a freak since the start of high school. Why? Because people think lesbians are freaks. I'd get insulted a lot. But now, ever since the new school year, the insults were fading away and people suddenly just forgot about me.
Looking through the cupboards for something to feed my stomach, I finally decide on some poptarts. I ripped open the package and begin eating the strawberry filled pastry. I look outside the kitchen window out into the woods. Today looked nice for a walk on the trail.
I was never alone whenever I go in the woods. Birds sing and fly around, leaves dance around you, and the wolves would keep watch. The wolves of Steinbach. Nobody seemed to care much about them, they always kept in the shadows. My dad would always leave some food out for them. He enjoyed wolves.
"If anything ever happened to me or your mom, look for the wolves, and they'll protect you."
Autumn and winter were the seasons you saw them the most in. Especially the white wolf. The snowy white wolf, with a golden eye and one crystal, sea blue eye. Something about her always made me want to get up close to her, but I'm a human, wolves never come in contact with humans. But one day, I will see her.
I finish up my Poptarts and get dressed into some blue jeans, a tank top with a Cobra Starship hoodie over it, and put on my black converse. I write a note telling my mom where I'll be at.
I walk outside into the mild air, and the cool, breeze. I walk to the entrance of the trail and walk down a path of golden, brown and red leaves all around me. I wish I could live here as a wolf, and I would never have to deal with the problems of a normal teenage girl again.
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Winter Rose
Werewolf"In front of me, was a dog like creature. Fur was covered in dry mud and little branches, right hind leg was covered in dry blood. Through the dirt and blood was white fur. But what distinguished her, was her eyes. One crystal blue eye. One golden a...
