Secret Self

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I run down the dirt path that leads to my small treehouse in the RedBranch Woods. The RedBranch Woods are supposedly haunted, or enchanted, depending on what your thoughts were on magic. I knew that the "supposedly" was out of the question. There was no "supposedly", I know and for all my life have known that the forest had magic, for I was a part of the magic that came from the forest. I am and have always been a hybrid, i am what looks to be a full, normal human. Though on the inside I am a wolf, thats why I live alone. I can't let anyone know of the magic wolf blood that runs within me. Wolves are a rare, and unseen creature here. If someone sees a wolf they freak out, if they see a hybrid of a wolf or any hybrid, they will all go insane and in the hunt for the new creatures' blood. That is only part of what I have to fear. Humans are an interesting species, they are unpredictable. Unlike most animals in the woods and forest all around here, humans are all stupid, genius, and crazy. I don't know if I should like them, or hate them. They are all different. Each time I meet one, they have a completely different personality from the one before them. I have grown to be friends with some humans. Some I have grown to be sworn enemies with. I finally arrived at my tree. The only way you could tell it's my tree, or even if it's a place where anyone could live, is the smell. My scent is strong in this area, and even stronger on this tree. I slowly let my dark black ears and tail, that resemble a wolves' in every detail, come out of hiding. I hide my ears with my hair, and my tail in my dress. I start to climb the tree to my house. As I step inside of the red oak cabin like treehouse, I instantly smell the cinnamon off of the multiple cinnamon stick bunches I hung on the chandler for decoration. I start to walk to the small cooker in the corner of my home. I pulled out some raw venison from the cabinets above me. I was slightly short for my human age. I was tall for my wolf age. Wolves age in height slower than humans. I put the venison on the stove and set the fire. The meat starts to cook, I will eat later. I start over to my bookshelf. The bookshelf is positioned on the wall to the left as you enter the house. I had specifically placed the stove on the other side of the house so I don't burn any books. I love to read about magical stories! They make me feel like I could do anything. Well really, I could do anything I have no one that is completely superior to me. I am a free person. No one can tell me what to do. Not even the teachers at school. Though I do listen to them. I also like to read romance novels, like the Outlander series.i walk over and grab The Big Book Of Fairy Tales.

I open it up to page 103, chapter 11, necromancy in a nutshell. I started to read, it was very interesting. I heard my timer go off. My venison was done. I walk over to the stove, and took out a plate, then put the venison on the plate, I didn't even bother to use a fork, I ate simply with my hands. After that I went to bed, knowing I would have to run 2 miles in the morning to get to the bus

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