Beyond The Forest's Edge (IN PROGRESS)

three

     Biology went by pretty quickly, nothing extremely exciting happened, but what can I expect on the first day? After the bell rang, signalling class change, I walked down the hallway of what seemed like hundreds of people. Some I could somewhat recognize from last year, others i've never seen, not even once. Must be new, I guess. I could hear every single sound strain in my ears like firecrackers. Each shoe hitting the floor, each giggle echoing like atom bombs. Why was everything so enhanced? Why were my senses so dramatically changed? This isn't normal; unless...

"Oof!" A girl with long, curly, red hair said, as I accidentally ran into her.

"S-Sorry, I wasn't focusing-" I began to quickly apologize.

"Just..." She said slowly, rage visibly filling in her eyes. She then took a deep breath before continuing her sentence. "Watch where you're going next time, alright?" She huffed rudely and shuffled her bag she was holding, before walking passed me.

     I watched her as she walked behind me, walking faster and faster as she left my field of vision. Well wasn't she a treat. I thought we were going to get into a scrap or something; the way she was looking at me. Definitely don't want to run into her again.

     After what felt like ages, I finally walked in my next class. U.S and Missouri History. I mean... What's so exciting about Missouri? Nothing. We're just some forgotten state in the middle of a booming country. Not too special really.

I quickly grabbed a seat and sat down in the front row. I took out a binder and pencil, as the white board instructed us to. The slight yellow ficture of the light reflcted off of it making some words hard to read. I tried to read the fine print-like writing at the bottom.

"You..." I read the first word.

"Are..." The second word read.

"Doomed...Ezra." The last two words read, sending chills up my spine. I wiped my eyes and blinked violently. The words began to fade away.

My heart began racing, what did this mean? Who wrote this? This isn't normal, especially since it disappeared. Did this contribute to my feelings of sheer anxiety last night? Is this a sign or message of some sort foreshadowing future events? What is going on?!

The bell rang and the teacher walked in, high heels making clicking noises as she walked across the hard tile. She dropped a stack of books onto her desks and pointed to the board.

"Hello class, my name is Ms. Hemmings. I will be teaching U.S and Missouri History. All of the rumors you heard about me... are true. I'm strict and I expect nothing less than-" She began talking, but I no longer heard her as I sank into my own mind.

     Before I knew it:

*BRRRNNNGGGG*

     Class was over, finally, that was the most boring class period i've been through in quite a while. The other two classes were pretty much similar to this one so, no need to mention them.

Time to go home; finally. I miss the woods, the smell, feel, sounds, looks. I walked on to the bus as sat down in that same front seat and popped in some headphones. Staring out the window, pondering of what new unfortunate events were going to occur next. As I got off the bus, a cold breeze whisped across my face. In my state, Automn feels like Winter and Spring feels like Summer. Quite weird, I know, but that's Northern state life..

     I quickly dashed off into the woods and threw my backpack at the entrance. Once I got deep enough, I transformed into my true form. My wolf form.

     Running at full speeds over rocks, through puddles, tossing leaves all around me with every move I made. Feeling that same cool Fall breeze through my fur. Suddenly... I came to a quick halt, skidding across a pile of rotting leaves.

     Fuller. He was standing, right infront of me as I made the turn. He was shaking holding a camera that had a strap wrapped around his neck. Did he see me transform? Probably not, but I can't roll that possibility out yet. I growled, trying to scare him off.

     He stepped back a bit and hassled to grab his camera. He can't have proof of me!

     Right as he took the picture, I snarled and jumped by him. He got the message rather quickly and scattered off immediately. He for sure got a picture of me. What did it look like though? What was he even doing here?! How so quickly? Does he live near me? Why'd he have a camera out and ready? I need to find out these answers as soon as I can.

     Fear began to overrun my body, I turned back into my human form and made my way back to the entrance of the humid forest. My backpack was nowhere to be seen..