Freedom Of A Wolf

1: The information is crucial, mister...

1: The information is crucial, mister...

A/N: BTW, this has all my family, friends, bedroom layout (slightly modified...) and pets. This is all NOT COPYRIGHT I have made this all up in my mind, and the idiot cat in the picture is my kitteh, Bumblebee, or as the "king of the house" likes to be answered to, Bumbles. This is him, right NOW, might I add, just chilling on my bed. Anyway, see ya!

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Trees. That's all that I can damn see.

Nope, wait, there are some rocks, too.

Seeing this environment all around me gives me a sense of comfort, knowing that the nature is right at my feet. It wouldn't be a problem if there weren't Big Foot sized wolves chasing after me.

I can hear them getting closer, and I can't be very impressed. I've never been able to run fast, unless some assbutt had challenged me.

Damn food. I love you so much, but why do you hate me?

My thoughts are cut off by a stupid ass patch of grass coming for my face. No, the ground isn't moving. My body is. Horizontally.

Just what I needed! I thought while trying to get up and away from the snarling, rabies infested wolves that now surround me.

How, in the name of my unicorn Bob the Slayer, do I get into these fucking messes?!

Just as the wolf went to pounce on me, I woke up in extreme agony. I look down, and see my ginger tabby, Bumblebee, pouncing on my stomach.

"Bumbles! How many times do I have to tell you, you ARE NOT A KITTEN! You are three and a half human years old and as heavy as a toddler, so GET THE HELL OFF MY STOMACH!"

He just looks up at me, meows, and plonks himself down on top of my stomach, stretching. I groan, and roll to my side to push him off.

I hear a loud thump, and instantly wake up fully. Bumblebee had fell off of the bed when I rolled, and, somehow, through the bars that stop ME from doing that, only to fall a meter and a half below me on the carpet. HA! Take that, you sleep ruiner!

My bed is a loft bed, if you didn't know. Desk at the bottom, bed at the top. He climbs up here himself, by the way.

I get off of my bed and check the clock on my wall. Shit, he woke up early! It's only 9:30!! Eh, more time to read when I get home from school.

I go to the kitchen, and see my mum up, making herself breakfast. "Morning, Sarah. How'd you sleep?" She asked, while giving me a hug.

"Not bad, can I have scrambled eggs for breakfast?" I answer, hoping she won't tell me to take my medication. You see, I have a thing many people think that don't exist, it's called A.D.H.D. I have to take these tablets for it, and they taste like shit.

"Yeah, hun, you can, but take your tablet first." Damn it.

I have my breakfast and take my dreaded tablet, and brush my teeth. I then get changed for my new school. We moved to America for this, so it better be good. The school is called, uh.... Oh! Right, Hefferell Academy! I think it's in Michigan or somewhere? I don't know the states but who can blame me, there are more than fifty of them. Back in Australia, there are only 6 of them, so it's pretty easy to remember them.

I get changed and grab my bag and necessities, and head out. "Bye mum! I'm gonna go to school now!" I yell, before I shut the door. I faintly hear the soft voice of my mum saying "bye honey,".

The ride there was uneventful, apart from weird looks I'm getting from the town people. What, can't a sixteen year old girl enjoy her peace on a motorbike ride to school?

When I get there, people look at me instantly, having funny looks on their faces. I make faces back at them as I walk into school, making them laugh and look away.

Somehow, I make it to the office without being disturbed, and get my schedule and locker code. LUCKY FUCKING AMERICANS WITH THEIR FUCKING LOCKERS! All we get in Australia are bags!

I walk away from the office, only to bump into a hard wall, formerly known as a "man".

Looking up, I gulp. This is gonna be a long day, I thought as I made eye contact with a pair of bright green ones.