[B1] WereWolf Already in Seabrook

Prawn

Addison, Eliza, Bree and I were the first people there, at the entrance to the school, out of everyone invited.

A few minutes of silence in the warm, summers night air was interrupted by multiple car engines. They drove onto the fields from the parking lot revving their engines. They were followed by zombies and some humans running behind them. A red Volvo just stopped in front of me, I would have jumped if I didn't see who the person in the car was.
"You look breathtaking." Wyatt said kissing me lightly.
"You don't look too bad yourself." I peered over his shoulder to his car, "A vintage Volvo, 1966. Didn't know you had taste."
"Sure you do! I am dating the most amazing, beautiful person ever."
"Did you get that from Zed or a website?"
"Maybe, but it made you blush so it worked."

"Ok are you two done? Can we start now?" Willa complained. We set up the lights that we rigged to the car batteries. Then, this kid on the football team Tyler brought out his DJ set and wired that in with his car battery. All the other cars had drinks in the back and snack foods. We sat on the bonnets, the roofs or in the car if it was a convertible for seating.

Once all the ensemble arrived, I turned the music up to 49, dimmed the lighting below 20 and poured myself a drink waiting for someone to come out. Just my luck, out came the Mayor.
"What on earth do you think you're doing? You are breaking three laws by doing this!"

I walked over to her and turned back to give people a reassuring look, "Actually, we haven't broken any. I assume you are talking about loud music, well, this is below 50, like it requires it to be. The lights are dimmer than twenty, therefore it doesn't distract the surrounding neighborhood. These cars are on public property as school property only starts at the pavement. We are using the cars to power everything, so we aren't stealing electricity. Finally, these drinks are ethanol free- which I beleive is the chemical that makes alcohol, alcohol ." She left in a huff and we carried on.

"Do you remember this song?" Wyatt asked me guiding me to the make-shift dance floor.
"First song I sang you. How can I forget." I said and we danced to the music. "I love you, Wyatt Lykensen."
"I love you, Whitney Shaw."

The night passed away so quickly it was like I traveled in time. Before Wyatt and I left, I had given him a hangover remedy. Where else would we go than to the carving?

The night I felt content was the first night we slept under that exact tree we did the carving in. Normally, at the end of stories like these, you would say- and they all lived Happily Ever After. I'm content, I'm not Happy. I still don't know a ⅓ of myself and that could be anything.

I would say this is the ending, but it's the start of something much bigger.

I did this more as a final stamp that should be done. I feel like this finished last chapter and this part could've been added in, but I separated it for some strange reason.

Well, I want to say thank you to JaneSpirit
kay123798
wyatts_smores
VannaDelaMerced
AlyssaJansen16

And many more, but I can't remember your usernames. When I do, I will add to the list. Thank you for the support in this! 

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed.