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May 25th, 2010 | Author: Antique

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Hello it's me again I was so happy to see people liked that first part of my story I posted :) it was such a relief I was so scared for people to read it my heart was beating like all the way into my throat lol... but that wasn't the begining just to be clear, it was around the middle... Here is the begining just to be clear I switch points of view between two characters Bane and Aurora (if you read the first one) thanks for any feedback :)Chapter 1: AuroraThe freezing wind tore at my exposed face, I kept running though. The frost crept down my throat, but I knew I couldn’t stop. I was running as if it were for my life. Just a few more yards and I would be home free. BOOM! Another body flew out of the bushes and collided with mine. “Alex did you have to hit me so hard!?!” I demanded “What else are brothers for? And I barley tapped you Rory!” He replied nonchalantly.“Why do I always have to remind you that you’re a werewolf and I’m only human? My bones break Alex! And quit calling me Rory! My name is Aurora.” I really hated when he called me Rory, but to him I would always be Rory never Aurora. “Rory, if you can’t take a hit just sit out and let the real monsters play, it’s no fun when you get all complainy.” “Fine!” I got up and started walking back to the house. I walked down the path the gravel crunched steadily beneath my feet. My eyes started to fog up and I thought Come on Aurora don’t cry just hold it in until you get to your room. I ran the next few yards to our house it was an old farm house painted a faint yellow color, but the paint was peeling, and the weeds had overtaken the meadow we called a yard. A stranger Persian rug Tv might get the idea that whoever lived here didn’t care for house maintenance or maybe they would even think the house was abandoned. I reached the door and I pulled on it a little harder than usual because the humidity from this morning’s rain had made the door stick. My mom called from the kitchen “Aurora be sure to wipe your feet, I just waxed the floor.” The one thing I hate about mom is that she is psychic and she always knows when you’re coming, when you were trying to hide something, or when somebody had upset you. “Aurora, your upset dear, tell momma what happened.” She called again. “Mom I’m not upset.” I lied knowing she didn’t really care. I left my shoes at the door and sprinted through the immaculately clean living room. What this house lacked in exterior beauty it made up for on the inside the wood floors so shiny you could see your reflection, photos all framed and neatly displayed on walls and shelves, the porcelain and crystal knick knacks all perfectly dusted, Persian rugs and a 60 inch plasma TV in the living room, and my mother’s pride and joy the shimmering crystal chandelier hanging over the dining room table casting tiny rainbows on the walls. I bet this is the last place people would expect a pack of werewolves to live I thought as I jogged up the stairs. I sprinted the last few feet to my bedroom. My back slipped down the door and I fell to the floor and started to sob. Why? Why, was I always the freak! I don’t fit in with my own family my mom is psychic, my dad and two brothers are werewolves, and my sister too! I’m a freak among freaks why did I have to be born as a normal human girl. A few more minutes of sobbing, then it hit me I was starting 11th grade this year it was time for me to make a fresh start! If I couldn’t fit in with the monsters maybe I could fit in with normal humans. I took off my coat and threw it on the bed then I wiped away my tears. Maybe things would work out after all. I would bring up the idea of me attending a normal high school at dinner. A tapping sound came from the window; I walked over and opened the curtains to find Bane on the ground below my window. Bane was a werewolf as well but he belonged to a different pack (the Lowell’s) that live in a large manor 10 miles northwest of my house. I opened the window “Stand aside Rory I’m coming up” I did as he said and stood to the side; he jumped through the window and made a hard landing on the bed. “Rory, why are you crying?” Bane had been a long time playmate and had taken to calling me Rory just like Alexzander did, but it was much less annoying when Bane said it. He tossed his jet black short yet long hair out of his face. “Well are you gonna tell me what’s the matter?” he asked as he plopped down on the edge of the bed. I remained quiet “Do I have to kick Alex’s ass for you again?” he asked as he playfully rolled up the sleeves of his red thermal. “No… It’s just I don’t fit in with werewolves and all these monsters and stuff… I was thinking of asking mom and dad to attend a human high school this year. What do you think?” I asked hopefullyBane’s handsome face fell. “You fit in with me.” He said in a hurt voice. “Bane… You know what I mean, I don’t fit in with my family you’ll always be my, bestest friend.” I assured him. “Rory you’reit cut it off sorry just... review what I have please :)
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