The Secret of the Immortals

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Maria what the hell is taking so long, the clerk yelled. Im maria and I work in a gas station. Im sixteen. I have red hair and emerald green eyes. Im petite and have a perfect hour glass figure. When I was born I was dumped in front of the fire department. And that's where my step dad jon found me. Also im home schooled. I live in Mounds Oklahoma. "Yay me". Nothing very interesting ever happens here. Just the normal everyday flirting. Guys always try flirting with me. I hate the attention. And some guys could be very straight forward and say for example "Come home with me I'll rock your world in the bedroom". Pigs. Coming just a sec, I yell back trying to finish stacking snacks in the shelf. When I come around the corner larry the clerk is glaring at me. I almost drop the empty box Im holding when I see a alarmingly handsome man standing at the counter. He had black messy hair and stunning blue eyes. He was tall and masculine. But not like he was on steroids. He was pale which made him even more so attractive. He wore a black hoodie and faded blue jeans. He had not one single flaw. Could you give this man his money back the pump stopped working. Uh the cash register is in front of you sir, I said. I know that do I look like a dumbass to you I just don't know how to work it why do you think my uncle hired you, the clerk said. Damn I feel bad for his uncle. I walked to the cash register and popped it open, how much I asked the stunning man politely. Thirty, he said so quietly that it almost was silent. He seemed stiff and uncomfortable. I smiled and handed him the cash, have a good evening. You to thanks, he said looking anywhere but at her. He rushed out the door. The bell rang after him. What the hell is he that retarded, larry said. What do you mean, I asked offended. Larry pointed to the cash on the counter, he left the money on the counter. I grabbed the money and ran out the door the bell clanking after me. You forgot your-he was gone. There was no car anywhere. Money, I said feeling disappointed. That's strange he left his cash and no car I knew about could drive off that fast. Well its nine o clock at night time to close down so i'd say go home terry will be here to take your place I already told her that he might come back okay, larry said. I nodded. I drove my red jeep wrangler home. It was only ten minutes away from work. When I got home I already knew jon would still be at the department. Our house was a white two story. The woods surrounded our house. I locked the car and shuffled for the house key. I went inside to be greeted by our orange cat tigger. Tigger purred rubbing his head against my leg. Hey boy Im home. I turned left into the kitchen and dropped the keys on the bar. I shuffled through the white fridge and grabbed the macaroni salad. We really needed to get our food stamps. Meow, tigger said pouncing on the bar in front of me. Man tigger if you were human you would probably be telling me off huh. Meow. That's what I thought, I said in between bites. When I was done I headed upstairs and into the last door in the hallway. I looked through the window at the end of the hallway. The moon was brighter than ever. Howls echoed through the woods. It was strange Oklahoma would be one of the lasts spots you would expect wolves to be at. But there were. People only spotted the wolves in Oklahoma at night. Luckily I wasn't one of them. REEEER CRASH. I ran down the stairs halfway naked. Only in a shirt and underwear. When I got downstairs I saw tigger on the bookshelf by the staircase ready to pounce. Books were scattered everywhere from the cat. Really stupid ca-then I saw the door was wide open. Wind blew some leaves into the house. Its just leaves tigger I forgot to shut the door. I hurriedly close and lock the door. I say that to reassure myself. I swore I shut that door. Tigger doesn't move just stares at the living room. His hair raising on his back. I quietly rush into the kitchen and grab a knife. My heart races as I slowly get to the living room. My hand that holds the knife shakes unsteadily. I peek into the living room. Nothing there. I enter the living room. Creak. I swing around to see the closet door cracked open. I grip the knife harder making it steady. I grab onto the knob. I shrieked as tigger jumps over me. The knife drops to the floor. Stupid damn cat I really need a chill pill seriously. I clean the books up and head to bed.