True to the Fang

Chapter 1

Once upon a time, there was a girl and a boy. The girl was a party girl, wild and brave. The boy was outgoing and kind to everyone he ever met. The two met at a house party and instantly fell for one another, love at first site.

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Sike!! That's not how my story is. Not even close. This story is far more dark and haunting. Nothing like a fairy tale. Sorry. If that's what you were expecting, well, this is the wrong story for you.

My name is Hannah. Hannah Greenway. I'm 22, in college and have my life pretty much set out for me. I am planning on becoming a veterinarian. I love animals, I've wanted to be a vet since I was six. I made the decision to become a vet after my pet hamster died. I loved my hamster. I named him Harold and he was my best friend.

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I took Harold everywhere with me. And boy do I mean, everywhere. I've put him in my schoolbag to go to school with me, gave him some crackers to munch on and I brought his portable water bottle with me so he wouldn't get thirsty.

But the water bottle didn't work out as well as I thought it would. It started leaking in the middle of one of my classes and my teacher asked me why my bag was leaking.

This was when I was in 3rd grade, so we were allowed to have juice pouches among other snacks with us at the time.

"Hannah, can you tell me why your bag is leaking?" Mrs. Adams asked.

"It must be my juice pouch, Mrs. Adams." I said, trying to sound upset.

You see, Mrs. Adams has already caught me bringing Harold to school before. So everytime she thinks I'm up to no good, I do something to throw her suspicion. It didn't always work but I tried my best.

"I see." She says, walking over to my bag to look at it to see why it's wet.

"Yes! It's just my pouch!" I say quickly and snatch my bag up. I rush to put my hand in the bag and reach to grab a pouch to pop it open to prove that's what the leak was, I grab Harold instead and he squeaks.

Well, that's not what I wanted. I looked up at Mrs. Adams and she glares at me, already knowing.

"I'm not even gonna look inside your bag, because I know that you brought your pet gerbil with you, once again, Ms. Greenway." She said, annoyed.

"He's a hamster." I said, rolling my eyes. Every time she catches me with him in my bag she always calls him a gerbil. She's a teacher, she should know the difference between species.

"I don't care what he is or could be, Ms. Greenway. Go to the principals office now and tell Mr. Freeman why your bag is leaking. Don't forget to tell him Harold came with you, again." She said annoyed.

That was the usual. I brought Harold with me to school usually once a week. Mrs. Adams knows I bring him with me often so anytime I acted different during class, she immediately checked my bag and sent me to the office.

I looked at her and nodded. So I went to Mr. Freeman's office. He was a nice older man. Very jolly guy, kinda like Santa Claus. I usually got off the hook.

Mr. Freeman actually put a hamster cage in his office for me for Harold. I'd put him in there everytime I got caught. I was allowed to get him at the end of the day.

One day though, I got done with class and headed to Mr. Freeman's office. I walked in and I could tell something was off because Mr. Freeman looked worried. "Is everything okay?" I asked him, skipping over to his desk.

"Hannah, I'm not sure how to tell you this —" He started to say.

I just looked at him and he looked down, sighing. I started getting worried myself. I walked to Harold's cage and Harold wasn't hopping around like he normally does once he sees me.