The Werewolf by B.B. b. (polar express read aloud txt) 📖

MY big mouth, and our new house.

I took one last look at my room. It was of my own creation. I slowly walked out the door, looking back every few seconds. It was entirely black with crimson red around the top of the walls, bottom of the walls and the fixtures. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had messily cut dirty blond hair,blue eyes, and a skinny body. I was wearing my favorite pullover black hoodie. The hood went down pretty far, so that no one could see my face. I shook my head and continued down the stairs. The movers had taken everything except my Ipod. I put on my head phones and got in the car blasting my music. As you can tell, I'm not a happy camper. At all. Ever. My parents soon joined me in the car and did not say a word. I smiled to myself about that. They knew I was pissed and weren't going to push it. My father, John J. Wolf (hahahaha, our last name is wolf, ha ha so funny) had brown hair, green eyes and a muscular build. My mother Mary J. Wolf (her middle is Jill, his James) has dirty blond hair,blue eyes, and a semi skinny build. They were making me do this. My parents tell me I'm a wolf last second and we move to go find a mate and join some stupid pack. My life sucks. I watch as trees go by, and slowly city turns to country. I groan inward. I hate country. I like suburban. Not frekin hillbilly central! I hate life. The car made a left turn. Crap, even deeper than hillbilly central! Lets go play survivor! I'll play predator and kill everyone! You can probably tell I'm not happy about this arrangement. The car was slowly pulling to a stop, but I jumped out before it fully stopped. I went in the house and went up to the highest floor, to the room that had my name on it. I smiled it was black and red, just like my old one. I looked in my bathroom and found the same color combination. Frankie. Frankie was the only friend I ever had. I asked him to paint my new room for me because I hated bright happy colors. They suck. I shook my head. I was gunna miss Frankie. Awesome dude. I began unpacking my things when I heard a howl. Hmmm I wonder who that could be?! I hear the door open and its a stampede of *sniff* ugg, all males. "Feather!" I hear my father's voice boom. I turn my stereo up louder, and continue to unpack. I had closed and locked my door. When pigs flew on a blue moon when hell broke loose and the devil was riding on a pigs back would they come in my room. I put away the last piece of clothing, and heard my father banging on my door yelling "Open this door or I'll open it!" "WHAT?!" He knew I could hear him, but I pretended I couldn't. "I CANT HEAR YOU! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? WHAT?!" I began to snicker and laugh. I could just see his face turning a brighter, deeper shade of red every second. I may hate my life, but I love some moments. A raven landed on my shoulder, wait not any raven.... "FRANKIE!!!!!!!!" I squeezed the bird to my chest. He slowly transformed back and I threw him his clothing. Once he got dressed I ran to him and gave him another hug. Frankie was not only a friend, but he was my big brother. He was '6"9 while I was '6"0, he had shiny black hair, and big muscles, and really pretty blue eyes. They kinda looked like a swimming pool in the sunlight, like how the pool shimmers. "Like the room?" "Like it?! I love it Frankie! You did awesome!" My stomach growled. "Your hungry." "Eh. I'll live" Frankie shook his head. "You can't avoid them for forever." "I know. Want to go hunting?" He sighed "Alright." "Ya!" Frankie was the only person, not my parents, not anybody but Frankie knew that I was a shifter like him. Everyone thought our race was extinct, but somehow I came out as one. Mom is a werewolf, dad is a werewolf... I got no clue. I shoved some clothing in a bag along with a tent, toothbrush, toothpaste, all that stuff, Ipod, solar rechargeable, and some other things. We both turned into ravens, holding my bag and flew into the forest. Once I deemed it deep enough, we dropped down and set up camp. I slowly transformed into my favorite form, the cheetah. Frankie was a lion. A buck was slowly passing, stopping to nibble on grass every few minutes. I slowly crept forward, letting the animals instinct take over. I was 5 feet away, 4 feet, 3 feet, sprint! The animal ran for its life, but I tripped it and went for the neck, slowly closing its airways. I let myself slowly regain control and animal instinct fade away. I began plucking the fur off, when Frankie caught up, huffing and panting in lion form. If I could laugh, I would, but I had a mouthful of fur. He gave me a look. That's when I lost it. I don't think cheetahs can laugh, but through our mental connection as shifter's I was cracking up. "Shut up..." but I continued on. I finally sobered up and began to eat my meal, as a cheetah. It was good. Nice warm flesh, and lots of blood. I think my favorite part was the thigh. I looked over and saw Frankie eating the innards....ewww gross. When I was finally full, I turned int a wolf and just laid down, blood on my muzzle. Yumm. I love fresh kill. Soon the entire carcass was gone. Frankie had buried the bones. I stretched and slowly began to walk back to camp, pack up and fly home. "Night Frankie." I mumbled as I got in bed. "Night."

Submit? Surrender?! What the hell does that mean?! I'm not doing any of it!

"Psssst. Psssst! Wake up!" "Wake up!" I felt the covers ripped from me. I growled and sat up, looking right at Frankie. "WHAT?!" He laughed. I do not like mornings. I am a strictly night person. "You have to wake up." "Why?" "There here." "Who?" "Our new pack." "I...DON'T...CARE" I said this while ripping the blanket from him and snuggling back under the covers. He ripped off the covers again and pushed me off the bed. I growled and snarled the whole way. "Go get ready." "Damn you Frankie." I mumbled as I grabbed my clothes and went in the bathroom. I stepped out, got dressed, brushed my teeth, all those things. I was dressed in the normal. Black tee, black jeans, black sneakers and black hoodie. I like black. I walked back out and he said "Usual? Nothin fancy?" I walked over and put on my chains, spiked bracelets, spiked choker, and studded belt. I added black eye shadow and lipstick. "Happy?" He laughed and said "You forgot your headphones and lip piercing." "True that, thank you." I put on the headphones and put in the piercing. It was one where you could put it on and take it off. I walked downstairs with Frankie at my side. Frankie was protective of me, from guys. I had my Ipod in hand and was listing to my screamo, pretending to not notice the houseful of men. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar. I walked out the door with everyone looking after me like I was insane. I smiled my evil smile to myself. I continued to walk down the road until I got to a horse farm. I saw a girl training and stopped to watch. She trotted her horse over. "That was amazing!" "Thanks" I saw her cheeks go bright red. She stuck out her hand "Cookie the Werewolf" I took her hand and shook it saying "Feather the Werewolf, how did you know?". "You smell like it." "Ah forgot about that." "Do you need a job?" "I would like one." "Cool, you can start now right?" "Absolutely!" I'm not a total bitch. "Common then!" I followed the girl into the stables. "Can you feed Millie, Jimmy, Billy and Bob?" "Sure. What do they get?" "Millie gets 2 bales of hay and two cups of that stuff" she pointed to the bucket full of grain. "Jimmy gets the same and Billy and Bob are brothers and get 1 bale and 2 cups of grain." "Alright" I said as I lifted the six bales and bucket of grain. I'm a show off, I admit it. I went around, following instructions exactly while she watched, bug eyed. "I know we can lift stuff, but what the hell?!" "I work out." I replied with a shrug. "Why do you wear all black?" "It's my favorite color." My phone began to ring. I looked, it was mom and dad. "Whateve." I said as I pressed ignore. "Who was that?" "My parents. They want me to come meet the new pack, but I don't want to, so I wont." She began to laugh and then said after she was done "Well, I'm Alpha female, so technically..you are." "Nice." "Yup!" "I'm sorry if your offended, but I hate Alpha males, they are so frekin bossy, and are control freaks." "I'm not offended, I know it's true. He forced me to submit." "The hell with that shit! I am not going to submit to anyone, unless I feel it necessary, and that would only be if I was wounded so bad that there was no chance I was going to live." "Wow...that's...hard core and figured out." "I'm like that." "FEATHER! FEATHER! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!" I groaned. "Who's that? Your mate?" "Worse, my brother." I looked around, winked at her and hid in a stall in the hay. She started laughing, but took out her phone to make it look good. Frankie came jogging in. She looked up and he said "Hey have you seen a girl around here? Dirty blond hair, rough chopped, wearing all black, skinny build, around '6"0?" "Nope!" She said popping the 'p'. "Why don't you check the forest, you are wolves, as are we." She added the last part because his eyes went wide. "Alright, thanks. If she does come around, tell her mom and dad want her to meet the new pack." "I'm the Alpha female by the way." "Nice to meet you.." "Cookie" "Cookie." He said nodding his head. He started down the dirt road again calling my name. When he was far enough gone I came out of the hay, laughing my ass off. I gave her a high five. "That was awesome! Thank you!" I heard him coming back and hid back in