Ok so this is my second story for CW. I need some help coming up with a title and would like some opinions on it. Thanks
I reluctantly stepped out of the cover of the trees and glided into the meadow. I took my usual path to school, and much to my dismay there was Jack perched on a large boulder. He wore a smug grin when he saw me.
“I wondered when you would stop by,” he said.
“Believe me if I would have known you would be here I would have made sure to take a different path,” I sneered, wishing for him to disappear.
“Oh come on, you know you wanted to see me,” he purred.
“Yes because I just love conversing with conceited pretty boys,” I scoffed. Although I wasn’t just saying “pretty boy” as an insult, he was good-looking with his gelled blonde hair, mesmerizing green eyes and athletic body. In reality he had a whole following of girls which he made use of quite often; yet for some reason he insists on attempting to woo me. In truth, he would be very enticing to me if he wasn’t so vain and egotistical.
“Oh, so you have noticed my marvelously good looks,” he snorted.
I kept pace walking across the field, desperately hoping he wouldn’t pursue. My hopes were dashed when I felt his hand on my shoulder. Ignoring the warmth of his hand, I turned to face him with a deadly look. He removed his hand as if I had burned him.
“Well, aren’t you feisty today.” he drawled.
I turned and sprinted as fast as I could, knowing that he could never catch up with me. I was delighted when I caught sight of the school, a pale grey limestone building with a crimson granite entryway. I spotted my friend Stephanie, A.K.A. Steph, standing in front waiting for me. She looked perfect standing there with an impatient look on her face; she fit in perfectly with her surroundings. Steph is a redhead with charming hazel eyes and a full-figured body, sometimes I find myself yearning to look like her. She has all the guys at Lockharte Academy drooling and wanting her. The only guy that hasn’t even looked at her is Jack, which I can tell she wants and is jealous of me in that aspect.
“It’s about time you got here,” Steph sighed dramatically, “What took you so long.”
“Jack got in my way again. He just will not leave me the hell alone.” I complained.
“I would gladly take him off your hands,” she offered “if he would even glance my way but he has committed himself to have you eventually.”
I sighed and walked through the entryway. Today was the final day of the school year. Now would come three months of freedom, but everything comes with a penalty, and now I have nowhere to escape from Jack. I promise myself to uncover a location to flee for summer.
School days are pretty much the same throughout the year, but this final day is always enjoyable because you have nothing to do and the teachers are more tranquil knowing they get a break from all of the teenagers.
Walking down the hall to my French classroom, I felt someone staring at me; I glanced all around and finally saw the culprit. There was a boy with curly black hair and blue eyes staring at me from across the hall. I have never seen this boy before, perhaps a new student. He was gorgeous. I walked over to him.
“Hello, my name is Tori,” I greeted “Are you new around here?”
“Hello Tori, my name is Jason,” he answered, “I am a transfer student.”
This boy is going to give Jack a run for his money I thought wickedly. Already all the girls were staring, along with me. I was absorbing every detail of him to go back over later. His hair was a midnight black. His hair gel made each curl a perfect glossy image. His eyes were a pastel blue color. He was about six foot tall with broad shoulders. I ran my tongue across my teeth in satisfaction.
“Nice to meet you, Jason,” I yelled as I was heading back down the hall.
I walked home along the path in the pouring rain, feeling the drops splatter against my face. I felt so free. I knew I was going to go out in my other form tonight, roam the mountains and valleys. I spotted my family’s huge oak cabin in the valley up ahead. I ran the rest of the way, relishing the wind and rain pelting against my face. I shook myself off on the doormat, taking off my clothes as I went inside.
My mom was sitting in front of the picture window gazing into the rain.
“Are you going to go roaming tonight Tori?” she inquired.
“Yeah I need to feel freedom again, Jacks been bugging the hell out of me,” I replied with emphasis.
“I think I will go out tonight also,” she stated. “Give the legs a good stretch.”
I nodded and looked at my mom once more. She was a pretty woman, with green eyes and long blonde hair. She used to be beautiful but after my dad’s execution she turned plain. She scarcely went roaming with the others anymore.
I walked outside naked and unleashed the power that ran through my bones, felt the release of stress and slid onto my four paws. I stretched and took off, feeling my muscles constrict and release as I slid into a full force run. I felt free for the first time in months. I was completely at one with my surroundings. Bounding up the cliffs on the mountains and rolling in the snow at the peak.
I started to run back towards home a while later. I felt happy again. Then I noticed a shadow of another keeping pace with my slow lope. I sped up. I hoped it wasn’t who I thought it was, because I could already feel my happiness drain. I ran into a clearing where I could distinguish the other clearly. Much to my dismay it was a blondish wolf whose green eyes stood out even in the dark.
My heart sank, it was Jack. He winked as he kept pace. I snarled and sped up. He kept up till I hit a full force sprint. I was so pissed. He antagonizes me in my human form, but this was taking it too far. Ruining my only form of freedom and happiness, that was just impolite. I was infuriated as I entered the cabin.
Lying in my bed that night, staring at the midnight dyed ceiling, I started going back over the new boy. I have a very vivid memory so I was able to thoroughly inspect every detail. I found him very interesting, so attractive and yet he was only a human. He isn’t one of my kind so being with him would be strictly prohibited, as if I was going to pay attention to the rules of the others when they were the ones who killed my father. I drifted to sleep.
My family are the descendants
