Hey you awesome people. :)
Well, first of all, I didn't say there would exactly be 6 chapters left. I said something along the lines of, 'There's PROBABLY 6 chapters left'. So there might be more than that, or maybe less. :)
Anyway, I was in the Spelling Bee at school today! I spelled Axle wrong :( I spelled it Axel. :P I'm kind of glad I didn't win...I would hate going up on stage again. It was in front of like five hundred people! (Our Middle School has seven hundred students...We're a big school district. Our high school has around 3000 kids every year) I got out after two people did...And our Latin class gets a pizza party because I made it to the final round and all...Woo hoo! Cause my Latin teacher was one of the judge. :) Woot woot!
Lol, on with the story!
Question of the Day: What is your favorite Christmas song?
Song of the Day: All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey (All I want for Christmas is Matt Lanter! <3
PS. The picture is of a Vampire and Werewolf. I don't want to give you any ideas about Lucian and Cadrian, though, so let me just make it clear to you in case...THEY WILL NOT GET TOGETHER. It's impossible for a vampire and wolf to be together in my story. They were literally made to kill each other. :) I just liked the picture. :) Props to the artist.
“Alright, listen up,” I yelled out to the young group of teenagers. They weren’t much younger than me, probably only one through three years or even the same age, but in the last few years, I had to grow up so fast. A part of me was sad to not have been able to live out my childhood, but the bigger part of me didn’t mind. Besides, me being an immature, foolish, teenage Beta wouldn’t have helped this war.
In all, there were nineteen wolves here, all between the ages of fifteen and nineteen, either looking bored or excited. The ones from the Midnight Pack that knew me were just staring at me in awe, but the older ones were glaring. I could practically read their thoughts: I can’t believe she’s Beta now.
“We’re going to be working on your running. Basically, we’ll be playing a game of tag. I’ll divide you in groups of five. The fastest ones in each group will run off and your job is basically to catch them,” I explained.
“That’s dumb,” a pretty, medium-height girl called, glaring acidly at me with challenge in her eyes. I just gave her a sweet smile back.
“Alright, who else thinks this is stupid?” I asked, looking at everyone with vivid, pale blue eyes. Seven arms were raised. “Okay, you’re in my group. You’re going to catch me. You all know your ten miles time, don’t you?” I asked. They nodded. “Good, now besides the seven who raised their hands, split up into the groups of fours. The top fast fours go into one of the groups.”
I walked over to the seven people who were standing to the side with scowls or grimaces on their faces. “Strip and shift,” I ordered. My voice left no room for protests. “You’re going to try and catch me. My time is nine-minute, twenty-eight seconds. I’m a hundred percent sure all of yours is around fifteen minutes. Am I wrong?” I asked. None of them gave any indication I was. “Alright. If you think what I’m making you do is just some bullshit, then feel free to skip out on the lessons and get slaughtered in the war that’s about to come.” With that, I slipped out of my clothes and shifted, only to bolt into the trees in full speed.
Needless to say, they didn’t catch me. I basically ran around in circles and none of them thought of the idea to spread out and surround me. No, they just followed me like lost puppies. It was also safe to say they were pretty surprised to see my wolf as well; they hadn’t thought I’d be so big.
I trot back into the spacious backyard of the pack house and shed my wolf skin, so I could slip into my clothes. The other seven wolves followed after me, dragging their feet tiredly. They were panting and looked shattered.