Loving wolves

Chapter 1

Me and dad moved here recently all the way from California, Burbank. You would expect me to be some kind of head cheerleader or whatever, but actually. I was a nobody there. 

We lived in a nice wooden house but that's not the reason why I liked moving here. It was actually because of a small wood just outside the house. The woods has an aroma which draws me in like I was a piece of metal and the wood was a magnet. 

I stared out of the large window in the kitchen.The woods looked so peaceful and so inviting at the same time. Like the trees gentle swaying was somehow motioning me to enter the gentle and calm area.

"Alex?" Dad called out. "Alex?" He called out once more.

"Oh I'm sorry what?" I said snapping out of my morning daze. That's another thing about me. I day dream quite a lot. I blame imagination for that matter, but it seems to take me into my own little world where I am happy.

"Could you help me set the boxes inside the basement?" Dad asked as he pointed at the boxes. "Sure" I answered.

I walked over to the pile of boxes on the side and picked one up. Carefully balancing the heavy thing in my arms and making my way downstairs and into the basement.
It's funny how some people are scared of such silly things. Such as basements, the dark, spiders. 
For me, I have no fear. I guess that's my best quality. I wasn't really full aware of it until someone had mentioned fear. Which had gotten me thinking, what exactly am I afraid of? I don't fear death. I don't have a fear of heights. I guess I don't have any fear at all?

No fear.

I walked carefully down each step. Eyeing each step cautiously. The basement wasn't very pleasant. It was covered with cobwebs. It didn't have a very welcoming aroma either. It smelt of smoke and dying rats. I ignored the smell and safely planted the boxes in the corner of the basement.

I wiped my dusty palms together and ran back upstairs.Dad was sitting peacefully on the couch with a cup of tea in his hands. My dad was surprisingly young looking for his age. He was tall and broad, he had dark brown hair and green stunning eyes. He had a couple of wrinkles along his eyes but other than that he didn't have much old features.

"Dad, do you know where you put my camera?" I asked. "Oh it's in the car, do you want me to get it?" He asked without taring his eyes away from the wrinkled newspaper. I don't even know why he was reading it, it looked like it was dated back in 2009 judging  by its contents.

"No thanks, I'll get it myself" I answered back. I went over to the keys that where hung carefully on the wall. I picked out the car keys and went outside. The morning fresh air is so overwhelming. The car was parked carefully in the corner, on the other side of the house.I walked over to it. I unlocked the car and leaned in. My camera was sitting peacefully on the passenger seat. I leaned forward and scooped the device in my hands before closing the door and locking it.

A loud howl made me turn my attention back to the woods. The howl sounded like a wolf's howl. It didn't sound like a call for help but more of a 'Greeting' howl. Well that's what I thought. My unrealistic-self thinks some animal is greeting her from the woods. How delightful.

The trees stood tall shading the cool ground from the sun's light. Light would pierce through small holes through the trees. The place was so fascinating but the reason that got me thinking  was why we moved here at random time for no particular reason? Don't get me wrong I adore this place but my dad isn't really fond of small wooden cottage like houses and and a whole wood of mysteries.
It's not like we were having problems on where we lived before either. Call me crazy, but it's like I was mean't to be here all this time. That was probably my imagination taking over my vulnerable body once more.

I walked back to the door of the house and opened it. The door let out a screeching sound. I walked back inside."Did you find the camera?" Dad asked putting the newspaper down on the coffee table. 
"Yeah" I replied weaving the camera in my hand to show him.

"Dad do you think there are wolves in the woods?" I asked setting the camera down on the kitchen counter. "What makes you think that?" he asked taking a sip of his tea. "Well, I heard a howl from the woods" I answered. "It's probably was a lost dog or something" he shrugged. OK that's stupid. One what would a lonely dog being doing in the wood? Two we don't have people living near us so the dog doesn't have a home. The howl did not sound dog like either.

"Probably" I replied. 

I fiddled with my camera restlessly. As the idea of wolves brain washed my mind. I've always liked wolves. Despite their over protectiveness. They were a beauty. If I could take a picture of them and sketch them then that would give me something to do for once."Dad can I maybe go out into the woods?" I asked with hope shielding my way of thinking.Dad put his tea down on the coffee table and turned his attention to me. "Er, not today kiddo how about tomorrow?" he stuttered."Oh, okay" I replied. 

I took a left and entered my room. I liked the appearance of my room. It wasn't too big and it wasn't too small. My bed stood peacefully on the side next to the window where I have an amazing view of the woods. On the left corner I have a study table where I sketch lots of things. I've probably sketched everything, people, buildings statues of people. All but animals, and the best animal to sketch would be a wolf.They are very beautiful creatures which make them the perfect art models to sketch. 

If there are wolves in the woods I would love to take pictures of them  so I can sketch them. It gets a little boring later . Sketching the same old thing over and over again isn't something I'd like to do. 
I plunged down onto my bed. I started thinking about our old home. There wasn't much to actually like ,apart from the house.I didn't fit in there either. I always felt like I didn't belong there. I was most of the time alone and I preferred it that way but this place says the exact opposite.

It has always just been my dad and me. My mum died of ovarian cancer shortly after I was born. So no memories roamed my mind. Neither did I think much of my mother either. I've seen pictures and that's probably it.I walked over to the box that was sitting next to my wooden closet and unpacked it.
It contained my clothes folded  neatly on top of each other. I took them out and put them in my closet.
The other boxes were filled with my art stuff. Pencils, paper some sketches notepads and stuff. 

Tomorrow is the day I set out, and find what I desire. 
How naive I was. I wanted a picture of a wolf and instead I found something so much for dangerous and unappealing. This is where it all falls out of place.