Introducing Tyson

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I felt my stomach growling and grumbly meaning I was getting hunger. I open my eye and sat up with tiredness. I look around and saw I was in a room. The room was painted black with white swirls pattern. There was no TV or radio. What kind of person haves no clocks. Or electronics.

I hop off the bed and look down at my outfit. I was still wearing my light blue shirt and white skirt from the date I was suppose to go with Frankie. It was all dirty and muddy from running in the woods. I looked around the room looking for any clothes and spotted the closet at the far corner.

I went to the closet and open it to see what I could wear. I saw a lot of black shirt and black jeans. I pick out the smallest shirt and pants i could find but they were still huge on me. The shirt was like a short dress and the pants were sliding off. I found a belt and wrap it around my waist.

"Look like someone is up" I jumped in surprise and quickly turn my head to the door and saw the guy from the woods except he had a black shirt on this time.

He was very good looking if I may say. He had black messy hair with a strong feature face. And the black shirt hug around his muscle showing he works out alot.

"Like what you see doll?" he said with a smirk.

"I seen better" I look away smiling. That was a lie. He looked like a god.

"Whatever princess, now since your awake I want to apologize."

"Apologize for what?" I turned back around,asking him.

"For telling you I am a werewolf" he gave a bow. His face was serious meaning he wasn't joking.

"Ummm... you must be joking. Werewolves are impossible to be real" I tell him.

He was so serious until he started to chuckle.

"Princess, werewolves are as real as humans."

"But is physically impossible!" I yelled out. This really can't be happening. This has to be one big joke.

"Calm down princess-"he raise his hand in front of him to calm me down.

"And stop calling me princess! I'm not a little girl or your daughter. Or even royality!" I yell to him. Being called princess by him made me feel weird.

"They haven't told you have they?" he ask calmly.

"Who are you talking about? Who is they?" I asked confused.

"Your adopted parents"

"What?" I gasp out. My adopted parent? He doesn't mean-

"I'll let your uncle explain everything to you"

"My uncle? My uncle is at home watching TV while he suppose to be watching me" He may not be the best but he still my uncle. I think.

"Just follow me, everything will make sense soon." he turn around and left out the room.

Why should I follow him? He been telling lies about things that are unreal.

Just follow him. He will lead you to where everything is answer. misty tell me.

You sound like from the star wars

Just follow him

Fine! I roll my eye and follow the guy outside.

I was shock at the view out the room. The room was on a third level of a huge building so it gave a great view.I was in some kind of school campus.

There was five building, all built to make a huge circle. Then a walk threw park that look like the plaza park from New York. Then a huge lake in the middle of the park. It look super beautiful and everything look like it own town. Miny stores and side walk.

"Wow" I gasp from the view.

"Yeah, pretty good place right" The black hair guy said. He was walking in the hall and I was following him.

I barley realize I never got to know the guy name.

"Ummm.....guy person? What is your name?" I ask him.

"Tyson Lopez" he said.

"Cool" I keep looking to the side and admiring the school view. I could see all the kids walking around and each one talking to each other.

I was too distracted from the view that I didn't notice Tyson stopping and I bump into his back.

"Ump" I flop back.

I rub my head and got back up.

"You ok?" Tyson ask.

"Yeah" I brush off the dirt.

"Of course your OK, we rarely get hurt." he look forward and step into an elevator.

"An elevator? You guys are too lazy for stairs or what" I asked.

"No, but taking the stairs right now will be painful for your strength. You barely escaped a few hours ago" he comment.

"Whatever" I step in the elevator and the door shut behind me.

It was a see threw elevator so I was able to look threw it while it was going down.

Never once did Tyson say anything until we got to the bottom.

"Whatever you do, don't talk to anyone" he told me.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because just listen to me. Its better" the elevator door open and Tyson walked out.

I keep following him and I would look left to right.

I saw kids stopping and looking at me. I felt out of place. Then a boy bow his head to me. One by one, each boy and girl started to bow their head to me while I walk pass them.

"Why are they bowing their head to me?" I ask Tyson.

"Just ignore it. Everything will be explain soon" why doesn't he tell me anything?

I'm very frustrated right now, why isn't anyone telling me anything? I want to know why he called my parent my adopted parent and saying he taking me to my uncle. Nothing making sense.

"Everything will be explain soon" Tyson respond like he knew what I was thinking.

We keep walking threw the park while people keep bowing their heads. Finally passing threw the park, we made it to a huge building with a sign saying 'Royal Building '

" We're here" Tyson said while he open the door.

I walk in and saw a lot of people walking around . It look like a busy office.

"Come on princess" Tyson lead me to another elevator. I walked in and he press on the fourth button.

It went up and ding with each level.

Ding

Ding

Ding

Ding

Finally we reach the fourth floor and we walk out. There was only one room and its at the end of the hall.

Their was a sign nail to the door. It said 'King Roy'.

Tyson knock on the door.

"Who is it!?" a deep and manly voice scream out. I jump back a little from the scary voice.

"She here" Tyson said.

"Bring her in" The voice said.

"Lets go" Tyson said and he open the door.

I hope this goes good.

Princess?Werewolves? Meeting Tyson. So much things and more to come. Keep reading for more fun.

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