Silver Wolf

Silver Wolf 1

Hi this will be a really lame story read at your own risk. I also will probably ask questions from my viewers at the end... if you want you could answer them ;)

When I was younger, I had a mom and a dad. They were amazing people; Dad was a rocketscientist and Mom was a pastry chef. We used to go to the park and play hide and go seek.

When I turned 9 years old, Mom and Dad got ina car accident. They went to the hospital and were in a coma for 3 years. During this time, I was sent toGrandpa's house. Grandpa was really nice, but he believed in a lot of weird things. Every night before bed, he would sit me down and tell me of the many magical creatures that lived in this world. Since I was so young, I used to think that it was all true. I thought that if I went out at night and laystones in a circle, fairies would come. So of course I went out to the woods and tried it out.

The next day I had to go to school. I was so exhausted, I fell asleep standing up. Of course the other kids asked me why I was so tired, and of course I said I was waiting for the fairies. All of the kids laughed at me and I realizedthat it was something very stupid.

But because I am very stubborn, I had to try out everything that Grandpa had told me. I have found all his thoughts to be quite wrong. This kept happening and finally I had only one of Grandpa's creatures left.

Werewolves! This creaturewas a little different. The reason for this one being different was because he talked about it every night. This one had a lot more depth. He wouldn't tell me the end of the story though. It always ended with the werewolf cornering the hero in a dark alley during a full moon.

Grandpa also would warn me to never ever try to find a werewolf because they were very, very dangerous. He told me that you could find a werewolf by their very smelly feet. You see, werewolves can't touch silver. It burns them, so they can't use. colloidal silver.

Then I was 12 years old, my parents couldn't hold on anylonger. Mom died first on the 19th of January. I stopped trying things out that Grandpa was telling me. It was a very slippery slope. I stopped listening to him and instead stayed in my room more. Dad died on the 1st of April. It felt like the whole world was laughing at me. I didn't know what to do. I was bullied at school and when I came home Grandpa would try to tell me another story. I know Grandpa was just trying to cheer me up, with everything he kept telling me, but I just wasn't listening.

Grandpa finally decided to move when I was in the 8th grade. He thought it would help me if I had a new environment, and It did.

But soon I was being bullied again. After that, we moved a lot, almost every 4 months. It was hard not having close friends, but it helped me discover what I truly loved. When I hit 10th grade, I started to really open up with Grandpa again. We told stories of when we were younger and how we liked to look at the stars together. We gained our friendship back that we had when I was younger. We both decided that for my last 2 years,we would stay in the same town. I needed the same school so people would know me when I graduated.

Grampa started to tell story's to me every night again, and again I would hear about the werewolf every night.

Grandpa told me he found a great place to move to for my last 2 years of high school. I was so excited. This was my chance to really make close friends. We moved 4 weeks before school would start, so we could find the in's and out's before it was too late. Of course, this was my time to look through the woods to find anything anyone could possibly think was suspicious. As I went into the woods, I saw some very large dog prints, and I immediately thought it could be a werewolf. Of course I carried around silver flakes. You never know when you might need them. I followed the tracks to see where they led. Unfortunately for me I saw what made those big tracks. It was a Saint Bernard being walked by a little girl. I realized that I was really stupid. So I stored away the flakes, and asked to pet the dog.

Hey readers... :) This is my first story that I am putting up. What is your favorite animal? P.S. I will most likely come back to this chapter and rewrite it. So don't worry.