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Kizzy

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My name is Kizzy Smith. And my story is one of the many stories that the clique shares with each other. So I'm deciding to write the stories down. For the future clique. But this is just simply my story.

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As a kid that was thirteen, my house went on fire.

"Kizzy!" my mom screamed.

"Mom! What's happening?" I shrieked back. But she didn't hear me.

"Lizzy? Finn?" my mom was yelling.

"Mom, come on!"

I ran through the flaming doorframe.

Liz was waiting right by the edge of the woods with Dad and Josh. I started running, more like a quick stumble, to them.

"Mom! Come on!" I screamed. The roof caved in on Finn's room. She stumbled out a window. Liz ran over and pulled her to us.

Liz and I were practicly oppisets. Considering we're twins, we're nothing alike. Liz is built for speed, and has muscles. She's already gone through puberty and looks about 15. She's also blond, is a musical prodegy, and has a rock star voice.

I'm basicly skin and bone, and looked about eleven. I had black hair, had not yet gone through puberty, and I sucked when it came to music. But I was a math prodegy. And I had much greater grades then Liz. But I was no great blonde hero.

Liz was holding Mom. "Finn!" mom sobbed. The baby of the family was not here.

"Kizzy," Liz said sounding amazingly calm, "Go to Ms. Gomez's house and call 911."

"Why can't Josh go?"

"He's 7, Kit. Go."

I looked at mom, at Liz, at the house. And I took off running.

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The woods towered around me. They were black and foreboding.

I wanted to go back.

But I had to reach the phone.

My mom believed that cellphones were bad, and messed up your head. So we didn't own one.

And our phone was blocked off from us.

My feet were so so sore from running barefoot over rocks and twigs that I was considering turning back. And then I realized I was lost.

I screamed.

And out of the gloom, as I watched, came a huge black wolf. It had huge blue icy irises, long fangs, and huge muscles.

I was trembling with fear.

It looked right at me.

I screamed.

Really loud, so loud that my eardrums were throbbing.

And it leaped at me.

I felt it's jaws lock down on my shoulder, then rip some of my flesh to the side. It bit my upper arm, and I heard it's teeth scrape against something. I realized with a cringe that it was my bone. I was now on the ground. Its hind paw scraped over my leg, through my pajama pants. I stayed quiet. It put his front paw on my cheast, and leaned down to lap my blood. I felt my rip snap under it's weight. I surpressed a gasp. I could not close my eyes. I would not. And then it looked up. It stepped on my arm. I heard it crack. And then it ran off, into the trees. I realized I was in a clearing.

I gave one good scream before I passed out.

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What did you think? I am attempting a take on a new story in a popular genre. Hope you liked it!