The Life Of A Werewolf.

Chapter 1: Taste Of A Werewolfs Life.

/\Emily's POV./\

A new beginning. A new start. School, I've never been to school. I was the new born of the pack, the strongest. Yet, they left me behind to survive, learn, die. I stayed quiet that day, or at least tried. "Hey, look. It's that new kid" I heard people whisper and judge. But I don't care. I'm all alone, loneliness is my only friend, it's true fate. I feel faded away, as of today is my birthday. Today is my birthday today is June 9th. The hot sun makes me feel lightheaded and I lose balance. "Aaaiiiieeee!" I scream and I don't feel the hold hard ground, instead I feel warmth and softness I look up to see the face of a boy holding me, saved me from falling. "Are you okay?!" The boy says helping me stand straight up again. His words echo in my head like I'v fallen into some kind of magic. "I-I'm fine" I say putting my hand to the back of my neck. I hear whispers go around. "That new girl, I swear she's gonna be trouble. I mean she has the ears and tail of a wolf! It looks like trouble" I feel the whispers I hear the whispers and I see the whispers. I run, run away from everyone. I swear I was crying but I guess I wasn't. I slam the door to my dorm and sit on my bed all curled up. I shove my face in the pillow. "My life sucks!" I pulls my face out of the pillow and that's when I feel wet drops of water stroll down my cheeks. I'm so mad and confused I start punching the wall hoping and praying that things will get better. It doesn't. Did they really have to abandon me? I have so many unanswered questions that'll never be answered. I stop punching the wall and my head perks up. I sniff the air. "I smell blood" I whisper to myself and head to my closet to check if the bloods coming from inside my closet, I slowly open the closet and the walls are covered in something red and wet. I stumble backwards and then look all around the room. Blood of claws have been traced everywhere around my eyes. It's like all I can see is red. I start to curl up into a ball again. But, instead I close my eyes hoping for it to be over. I count to ten, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 and then open my eyes. All the bloods gone.