Be careful what you wish for... It could come true... In the worst way possible.

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BE careful what you wish for... It may come true... In the worst ways possible.

After a week of stupid stupid stupid school, I decided that I had had enough. Arielle and Adam had been all smoochy smoochy, and Adam just HAD to be in all my classes with Arielle, therefore, those two annoying lovecrows sat together making out, leaving me all alone. Not that I was ever alone for long, either Felicity or her crew caught up with me or boys... The boys here were so annoying. I wished I could turn wolf and bite each of their heads off, then spit them out and feed them to ducks.

After today which was a Friday, conveniently, I didn't want anything to do with Adam and Arielle; they were ex best friend and brother. Do you have any idea how vulgar it is to see your brother and your best friend at it, right ACROSS the bloody room? You'd they'd have some shame.

"Urgh." I threw my beer can, in to the trees.

I hated beer. But that was the only alcoholic can drink in the lounge fridge.

Trust me, I'm no alcoholic.

But I'm no pushover either.

I wished somebody would just kidnap me; it would be so much more fun than being stuck in this hell hole.

I officially hated Adam.

He had to come take everything from me.

But I loved him too.

He was my brother, and my partner in crime, even though I did wrongly get blamed for basically EVERYTHING.

I snapped open another beer can, and started chugging it down.

The woods became spinning around. It was pretty creepy, being in a wood in the dark, and having trees dance weirdly.

The dancing trees were funny. Therefore, I cracked up laughing.

After five minutes I was laughing harder than ever.

I begged the trees to stop dancing but every sip of my beer I took, they danced more violently.

I was snorting then holding my stomach whilst laughing.

I wasn't drunk. Just dizzy... And stuck in a big bottle of hilarity. No, that didn't make sense. But then again, my life didn't make sense.

I hate my life.

I gave a deep sigh.

Perhaps, going wolf would take away my misery and stop the music these trees were dancing to.

Quickly slipping my clothes off, I closed my eyes tightly, whilst willing for my body to transform into the golden wolf, I had come to love dearly.

I felt the breeze of warmth going through me as the fur replaced my skin, and I touched my face and smiled when I felt a muzzle instead.

Suddenly, I was hit by a strong scent of beauty.

It was gorgeous, mixture of roses with cinnamon. It was masculine, but had a desirable beauty to it. I picked up my clothes using my teeth.

The scent was wafting into my nose, making me drool. Well, not literally.

And I was right, the trees stopped dancing and I had come back to my senses.

Even though, I knew it could be dangerous, I followed the beautiful scent.

It was leading me somewhere specific.

Maybe it was a pot of treasure.

But why the hell would treasure smell so good.

Well, somebody could have sprayed perfume onto it, right?

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