Lost Wolf {Book 1 of White Star Series: Boyxboy, Werewolf}

Chapter 1 (Revised)

Chapter 1 (Revised)

-------------> Picture of Wynter

Wynter

"Damn, it's dark out already." Lizzy nods in agreement before she gets out. We both signed up to help decorate the gym for the Halloween Dance that the students basically fought for. The school was going to do away with it but then students came together and saved it! Yeah, if only it was actually good; in previous years almost nobody came because of how boring it was. But then again, it wasn't visually appealing either so when we decided to help, the class government basically gave us free reign since they basically didn't want to do it. So now we are like stuck in a rock and a hard place; we don't want have to do it by ourselves and with our own money but then again, we don't, we don't want to ruin some peoples Halloweens...

Lizzy starts walking up to school before I call out to her, "Oh, don't even think bitch that I'm carrying all this stuff!" She scowls at me slightly and I just laugh. "Really?" I ask as I walk up to her and give her one of the many boxes of props. We just came the mall; I got there with 200 dollars in my pocket, we left digging into my emergency cash on my debt card.

"This is heavy!" She complains with a chuckle.

"You think that's heavy, try holding this one." I say suggestively. By the time I finished that statement, she was already at the exterior entrance. Thought so. You see, me and Lizzy, we're more of the nerdy-music people. Working and things that have to do with exercise, not our forte. He-he, forte. Anyway, we met back in... 1st grade I think. Don't remember, I guess time for me to revisit the time capsule. That day though, I was new to the class. We had just moved here to New York from England. She was using kid-proof scissors to try and cut barbie's head off when our teacher, who I can't remember at this moment, introduced me. Immediately, I felt alone but she was the one to be the first to talk to me and we hit it off. By the end of that day, we had successfully cut barbie into limbs and hide it around the class; we were never caught and we still haven't.

"Wynter!" She yells out. I snap out of my thoughts and walk over to the back door where she was standing. We were issued keys to the gym so we could set up after school for the dance that evening; stupid don't you think? Giving the decorators less than 5 hours to put the entirety together. I pull out my key and open it and we both gasp.

"A Dj turntable!?" We both scream in excitement. This is going to be fricken awesome! But... how did the school afford that, top of the line, piece of equipment? Well, who fricken knows how and cares!? Time to start decorating.

I unload the car as Lizzy starts un-boxing all the back and purple, skeletons and graves, and the glitter and balloons for the end. Being the busy bees we are, we hardly notice the tables leaning up against the wall until she accidentally knocks one over from being clumsy. Her eyes light up with daggers as she again scowls at me for laughing but you have to admit, it's kind of funny. So after that, I put her on table duty; setting them up and covering them with the black, sparkly tablecloth. Yes, you may think that black tablecloths with sparkles is a little gay... but I am and she's a girl so it's alright. Also, it's really cool; they have some stretched out cotton on them to look like webs and some fake spiders, awesome!

I was busy hanging the black silk along the walls to hide the old, disgusting, not even white brick and red, torn padding on the walls. Good thing I had a coupon for Michael's because otherwise, I wouldn't have had enough silk to cover the whole room. I looked back to Lizzy and the tables and they were coming along very nicely; spooky yet cute and not at all tacky! You say tacky, I end you!

"Lizzy, go home and get changed. I'll finish here." I tell her as I grab more cotton and start ripping it apart. She looks back to me with a confused expression. "What?"