The Bite (Teen Wolf Ft.Jack Gilinsky)

Chapter Two

Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t do big dogs. After my friends German Shepard bit my arm and left scars when I was ten, I’ve hated them ever since.

The reason I mention this, is because I was at my Grandmas farm where you never knew when a rabid dog could flee from the woods and attack you. It's happened, reason of my grandfathers death. 

There I fed the chickens, fed the cows, and even washed the baby ducky’s in her pond. I loved being there on the weekends when my dad wasn’t at home.

“Morgan sweetie, lunch is ready” she called from the kitchen, ringing her cute little cow bell then sat it back on the window seal. “Okay” I yelled, and released the little yellow ducky back into the pond.

I skipped on the big back porch and sat at the picnic table where she was setting food on the red fresh painted picnic table. “I made blueberry pie and sandwiches” she said. She even sat a pitcher of homemade sweet tea on the table and filled two glass cups. “Looks good”.

I cut out a small slice of pie and a sandwich. “Did you feed all of the animals” she asked. “Yes, Ma’am, I even gave the ducklings a bath” “well good, that water always darkens their pretty yellow fur”.

“How’s school, and your grades” she asked. I totally was about to lie. “Schools good and my grades are fine”. She smiled and patted my arm, “you always want to have high grades so you can have a good job in the future”. I nodded and took another bite.

“Well, I’m stuffed, that was really good” I said, taking several sips of my tea. “Thank you, now your father is picking you up at nine, so you may need to change into your other clothes in an hour or so”. I nodded and took the food inside and washed my hands.

“Ok, well I think I’m going to the woods to the tree house” I said, she smiled with a nod.

“Can I bring the gun” I asked, “of course” she said, and opened up a cabinet on a high shelf. She handed me a small hand gun with a strap that went around my waist. “It’s cocked and loaded with thick silver bullets. Be careful okay? And watch out for wild animals” she said, “I will”.

I opened up the back door and started out towards the big poppies field. The field was so beautiful; the way the light shined through the petals of the poppies was just an amazing sight to look at.

I ran through the field and finally found my way into the woods. The woods were huge and endless. It seemed like a big jungle, a different world, a place where anything magical could happen. When I was little, I would pretend I was an evil princess and my cousin Scott was the brave night with a long sword. 

I walked deeper and deeper into the woods until I found the wooden planks on a tree. I looked up to see my treehouse wrapped around the tall thick tree and being supported from the other trees around it.

I climbed one by one very carefully, it was a ten year old tree house, and yet I still managed to go up there occasionally.

I finally pushed open the door and walked into the big wooden room. It was filled with old chairs, hope chests, and toy boxes. I smirked and looked out the big glass pane window to see the entire forest; I could barely see the house, though. “Wow”.

I walked around until I stumbled upon an old doll I once lost. “Momma jones, what are you doing down there” I laughed bending down to pick up my ginger yarn doll. I flipped her over and saw a big open cut in the back of her head, I sighed and sat her back down in fear I might break her.

“This place hasn’t changed a bit” I said to myself. I stepped out the big walkway and onto the small balcony, and when I saw a beach chair I laid down and enjoyed the view.