Werewolf In Harlem

Chapter One:

Fortunate accidents

Lizzo drove carefully down the dark road barely doing the speed limit. She could barely see a thing so she did her best to get to her destination fast but safely. It was 4 in the morning and she was the only vehicle out. Maybe she should've waited a while longer before heading home, but she just really wanted come back. College wasn't what she expected it to be and now she was homesick.

College took a toll on her that she had never experienced. Her health was terrible and she was starting to lose weight. She was on the bigger size but never did she wish she was smaller. She grew up loving herself which was rare for girls who looked like her; her soul was too bright and happy for it.

Her parents never once ever let her believe she was anything less than a queen. Being an only child gave her all the attention she ever needed. And while she walked with her head held high and great respect for herself, everyone else came to respect her too. It got to her head in middle school and freshman year of high school. She had built up a mean streak thinking she was untouchable. Did some unforgivable things, but eventually she got her shit together.

She was proud of who she was now. Selfless and compassionate. She also made some good friends while trying to become a master chef. She wasn't necessarily popular, but she wasn't completely invisible either. She rested at a happy medium and that was okie dokie.

Nothing beat home though. Her real friends who have been there through thick and thin, and her family. People who knew her better than anyone else.

She was so caught up in her own mind that she almost didn't see a figure zipping across the street. Swerving to try and miss it her car lost control causing it to skid side to side before flipping over completely. She screamed as the glass from her windows shattered. The car seemed to grow less spacious as it was crushed all around. She lifted her hands to the ceiling as if that would stop the ricocheting pain throughout her body.

It finally came to a stop somewhere in the woods. Her head was in excruciating pain and she could feel warm liquid running towards her hairline. She blinked in and out of consciousness barely aware of another figure dragging her out of the damaged vehicle. Only thing she could register at the moment was an intoxicating smell. That was until she officially blacked out.

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Her eyes fluttered open, a blinding light forcing her to close them back even harder to block out the pain it caused in her head. Each beam pierced through her skull like a sharp knife causing her to groan and gain the attention of the others in the room.

"Thank god! Bitch, I thought you was dead."

She heard the deep spanish mixed New York accent and instantly knew it was one of her best friends, Belcalis. Loud, ignorant, and wrong. And still she laughed, then groaned at the pain again. Only her, she thought.

"Shut ya dumbass up. My lil' baby over there in pain and you makin' it worse." Said another voice she recognized.

Kehlani was the the point to their trio. Lizzo and Belcalis clashed often because of their similar personalities. Loud and in love with attention. But Kehlani was calm and zen and it helped when it came to them. Keeping them in check or they would go nuclear - possibly even supernova.

They've all been besties since middle school, although it didn't start that way. Like she said she was a bitch back then. Kehlani weighed a little more and changed her hair color more than her clothes. One time she saw her with pink hair then by the end of the day it was green. Belcalis...well was Belcalis. They hated each other with a passion, always throwing jabs at each other. It was like fighting fire with fire with them two. It only resulted in a bigger fire.