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~Mariah's Point of View~
The rest of the day went on, uneventful. It was the regular routine; Get screeched/commanded to do the snob's chores. Get screeched at for being too sloppy. Get screeched at for being too slow. Repeat. Now isn't that just an amazing day? I'd say so.
How have I gone on for this many years, without doing something stupid such as running away, you ask? Easy. I have my wolf to talk to. That's really the only bright side of the day for me. I literally count down the seconds until my so called 'family' goes off to party or whatever stupid things they do. Because durring those few, precious hours, I get to have alone time to go on a run.
I don't exactly know why my wolf calms me down so much, but I don't complain. She's basically- no she is the only person that talks to me, and that actually cares.
I guess I was deep in thought, enough to not realize that Abby was screeching at the top of her lungs for me to come 'assist' her.
"HEY! You worthless piece of poop!! Come assist me with my zipper!!!" She yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
I'd learned the hard way not to whine/complain when ordered to assist them. So with her screeching her dumb threats, I just rolled my eyes, and stomped down the stairs.
"Finally! Ugh. You'd think that since we treat you so well, you'd be faster, you big saggy faced idiot!" She glared at me.
I chuckled at her a little, at times I'd be tempted to ask her where she gets her.. interesting? Names for me.
It would be funnier if she knew what we are.. Andy, my werewolf, told me. I chuckled at that, thinking of all the posibilities. My step mum and her minions (her children) dont know what I am. And I'm thank the Wolf Goddess for that everyday. If they ever found out.. Just the thought of it makes me shiver. And not in a good way..
You may ask why I'm a werewolf, and my answer'd be just this:
My dad was a werewolf. You can only be a werewolf by birth, sadly. But then again, when you find your mate (short for soul-mate), and if he/she is human, you can bite them, and inject venom, which makes them turn into a werewolf, as well. The only bad thing about having a mate, is that when and or if something happens to them... Well let me explain this way; when my mum, my dad's mate, died.. I'm pretty sure his wolf did too. I mean yeah, sure he would smile and laugh allot with us, but if you looked into his eyes- like actually looked you'd be able to tell that he was empty. It broke my heart every time I looked into his eyes, so after a while I just stopped.
After helping Abby with her zipper on the back of her two sizes too small, neon green, cocktail dress, I went to the kitchen. Ann has a habbit of leaving a list of chores that I 'must' complete before she got home. Ugh, as if! I hated cleaning as much as she hated me. I mean seriously.. Who in their right mind likes to clean?!
I grabbed the piece of white lined paper off the counter, and chuckled to myself. On it was:
Mariah. Complete these before I come back to the house. I am bringing a few friends over, and do not want them embarrassed by the mess that you so lazily make every day. Also, after you complete these tasks, you are to stay up in your quarters. No exceptions.
1) Scrub all the tiles in the household. (That includes the bathroom walls!)
2) Vacuum all the carpets.
3) Polish all the photos, and frames in the house. (Including my mirror in my room!)
4) Make sure the whole house smells good!
|Selena Gomez||as Mariah Cappit|
|Taylor Lautner||as Logan|
|Zac Efron||as Zade|