The Wolf Who Stole Me.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 1.

The crowd of parents and excited children sat cheering on the stands and also my track team who were screaming and cheering my name. I was going to sprint my world's most famous 800 meter.

We all stared at the coach who had the gun, aimed high up in the air and when he finally fires it, we run. Running as fast as my legs could carry and my mind blank, I was already ahead of the girls by only 100 meters away. Don't mean to brag but I was the fastest on the team, faster than the boys too. I am a track star- No I am "The" Track star of my school.

I passed the finish line and started on my last lap and I was ahead by 400 meters now. I see the finish line on the 200 meter mark, I picked up wind on the curve and sprint even faster towards the goal. I could hear my grandpa cheering, calling out my name. I look up at him and smile, he smiled back and started pointing at goal with his wooden cane. My spikes touche the finish line and I am finally finished.

I got first place in under 2 minutes.

My team cheers loudly and my coaches ran to me, giving me high fives and light punches to the shoulder. I grab my water bottle from the grass and downed it.

I always thought of myself as "Unique" but I'm still questioning that vocabulary to myself as many people of my school like to call themselves unique.

Aside from being fast, I could hear things miles away and smell things that aren't even close to my surrounding. Also, just last week some girl pissed me off so bad I imagined throwing her against the wall and weirdly enough she was forced up from her table and slammed on the wall behind her.

Weird Coincidence?

I breathed in and out slowly and calmed down my lungs. The rest of the girls finished four to five minutes later, breathing heavily. Some smiled at me and some glared at me.

Throughout the day, I had finished five events and went home early with a medal and a first place trophy. I left with gramps in my old Cadillac car that was originally his but he gave it to me as a present from last year. I helped him to the passenger seat first and then threw my work out bag in the backseat.

Starting the engine, my Gramps touches my shoulder. "You were amazing out there" He smiled. I touched his hand. "It's only because you came Gramps." I smiled back. "I only won because you were there."

My Gramps was an ill and fragile man with grey hair and wrinkly tanned skin. He is currently in his mid 80's. His wife, my grandmother, had died of a heart attack five years when she was cooking a romantic dinner to celebrate their 70th anniversary together. I pitied Gramps that he had to see the sight of my grandmas limp body on the floor. It was a sight that will be buried in his mind forever.

On weekends I'd shoot out of bed to see Gramps every morning so I can cook for him and make him to tell stories of his olden days with grandma. His stories about grandma were very beautiful and heart warming but you can tell he really loved her and misses her when he mentions a day without her.

I take Gramps to my house so we could have a celebratory dinner with my mom. I lend him my hand as he gets out of the car and I bring him inside the house.

My mom was in the kitchen cooking away, the smell of lasagna filled the air. "Hey!" I shouted.

Gramps walks to the kitchen and hugs and kisses her on the cheek. My mom walks him to a chair. I run upstairs to my room and hoisted my window up. A cold breeze comes in. I set aside my medal and trophy and cleaned out my sports bag. While throwing my spikes in my closet, I look at a picture of my dad.

My father was involved in an animal attack while he was on detective duty in the woods. I was only six when he died so I remember a little about him; He was charismic, fun, loving and selfless. It was some of his qualities that I envied about him.