<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="800" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vORD1qTYKA&amp;ob=av3n;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vORD1qTYKA&amp;ob=av3n;autoplay=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="800" height="400" /></object></div>

Try that.


<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="800" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/co1-GiL-pJA&amp;ob=av3n;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/co1-GiL-pJA&amp;ob=av3n;autoplay=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="800" height="400" /></object></div>

Just select that, and paste it into the 'Customization' section- at the very bottom of all the other coding c:

Hm... Yeah, I'll send you an invite to one I made c: It's the only one I roleplay in that's open XD

Hey! I'm on that first story- 'More on the Book Friend Of the Dead'. I haven't gotten to read more yet, though :/

LOVE it so far! I haven't finished- but I've not gotten much chance to o.o
I shall finish it soon c:

It just makes it easier to find so they don't get lost in a see of comments o.o

I write- and post my stories online...
But they are horrible XD I read over them, and realize all my many mistakes
Maybe one day I'll be a good writer.

Ooh, it's in the comments! I'm going to read'em because I can :3

- They're easier to find if you put them under the Welcome section c:

This is more on my book Friend Of The Dead:
I burst up right, screaming. My screams broke off in ragged sobs and I tucked my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I pressed my forehead against my knees and wept into them. My sister, Adrienne, had come to visit for the funeral and for me. She sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around me. She didn’t say anything. She was just there, and that was the best thing she could do. I then pulled away from her hug and lied back down on the bed, curling into a ball. I squeezed my eyes shut and my sister left with a whispered ‘I love you’. Sleep mercifully wrapped me in its arms and gave me only darkness.  
   When I awoke in the morning I would be expected to go back to school. I groaned, but got out of the bed and dressed in the first things I touched, which happened to be my favorite pair of jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. I pulled on Jazzy’s black hoodie that had been given to me. In fact, I got a lot of things her mother had no use for. Including her laptop that had all of her unfinished books on it. I hadn’t opened it yet. I couldn’t bare it...not yet. I grabbed my backpack and waited for my father to be ready. I made sure to throw away the breakfast my mother had made for me. I didn’t want food anymore. I put my ipod in and listened to RED screaming at me. I had deleted anything I knew Jazzy didn’t like. Suddenly everything she hated I hated, and everything she loved was so close to my heart I would kill myself if those things disappeared too. My father entered the room and I read his lips as he spoke.
“Morning Sage,” He greeted. I dipped my head in response. I stood and walked outside, loading into the shiney blue truck. We rode to the school without exchanging any words. When we pulled into the schools lot, I kissed his cheek and told him of my love, scrambling out of the truck, and starring at the building that I despised even more now. It was as though when Jazzy had died all her feelings had been moved to me, so that anything I felt before was now amplified. Sighing deeply I entered the school, and then the cafeteria. My friends swarmed me, giving me hugs and apologies. I stared at them lifelessly. How was I supposed to address them again? How did I feel about them? I couldn’t remember. I turned and walked away. Some small part in the back of my brain said that I was being stupid. That I should be comforting them. But I scolded that part of my mind, called it a traitor, and destroyed it right then and there. Little did I know, I had just destroyed my conscious. Then Macy approached me. I remembered that after Jazzy and I had gotten into a fight with her, we had pretended to be friends with her. Neither of us liked her. Especially Jazzy, so therefore my hatred was multiplied. I glowered at her as she spoke. I couldn’t really hear anything she said. Only the rush of blood past my ears, and I could only see her in shades of pulsing red. I slapped her involuntarily. She gaped at me and called me a naughty word. She went to hit me back, but I caught her fist.
“Don’t ever speak to me again!” I growled at her in a low, menacing voice.
“What the hell did I ever do to you?!” She demanded wrenching her fist free. I was about to break her heart. Because you can’t fix what you did to a dead person. And sometimes that destroys people more than it destroys the friend of the dead.  
“My best friend hated you, and so do I,” I said and then stalked off. I still wasn’t able to say, hear, or read her name. The rage instantly faded and the numbed pain took up its constant song yet again. The song was low and barely a whisper in my mind, but there enough to keep me unresponsive. The bell rung, and I moved with the crowd down the hall. I stopped in front of my locker. The song of pain rose to a deafening roar in my ears. I remembered my two weeks on crutches and how Jazzy had shared my locker with me, so she could help me. And then how she’d forgotten her combination and moved into my locker afterwards. My eyes drifted to the table were her, Matt, and I had hung out during homeroom while Matt worked on his project. I could see Matt attacking jazzy playfully as she clicked her tongue ring on her teeth just to annoy him. I saw my arm hooked in Jazzy’s as we laughed, walking down the hall. I saw every moment Jazzy and I had ever had in this hall. Everything bad and good. Tears sparked in my eyes and dribbled down my cheeks. I was frozen in the middle of the hallway. Matt ignored me as he knelt at his locker. Good. He was only a reminder. Only more pain. But I didn’t hate him, if he went away I would only get worse. Matt had been amusing to Jazzy and so therefore now also important to my survival. I took a deep breath and knelt at my locker. I twisted in the combination and turned to ask Jazzy what my schedule was for the day. A stab of pain as I remembered she would not ever be able to tell me again. How quickly I could forget she was not apart of my world anymore. I cringed and closed my locker, standing and sulking down the hall. I had no classes with her, but I knew which teachers she liked and disliked. So, I knew which teachers I would have no feeling for after this. Mrs. Shultz, the teacher I was going to now, was Jazzy’s favorite teacher. She would be close to my heart. I slipped into the classroom and walked towards my desk, alone in the back of the classroom.
“Hi,” Said Cole in his stupid impersonation of a retarded person, as I passed. Cruel. The only word I could think of for him. Jazzy didn’t like him and I hated him. Now that her disliking towards him was mixed in with mine from before, I kicked him hard in the shin, then I walked past him without a word. I sat down at my desk and waited for the announcements. I read the words that appeared on the screen. I froze instantly.

In dedication to Jasmine Cecilia Martin
July 21st 1998-March 9th 2012
We will remember you always! <3

Someone must have told them that her favorite song was Cross My Heart by Marianas Trench, because it played in the background. My heart pounded in my chest, my vision blurred, the room seemed to dip and sway, and I fell from my stool, gasping. I didn’t try to get up. Suddenly my body was shaking with uncontrollable sobs. The name had ripped through my heart and brought forth all the pain I’d fought to bury inside of me. People are screaming and asking me what was wrong. Suddenly, there is anger. Its like a loud hard rock song, blaring in my ears. But there is the soft song of the violin in the background, playing softly. The song helped me to my feet, and fueled me as I ran down the hallway. I burst into the Video Production room, where they have just begun the morning announcement.
“You have no right!” I screamed at them. They all froze, turning to stare. “You didn’t know her! Half of you are the reason her life was so horrible! You have no right to go and say things like ‘We’ll remember her always’ because you won’t! You’ll go home and you’ll forget, and you’ll never think of her again unless someone brings it up!” I stand there, framed in the doorway, breathing heavily and trying to contain myself. To put the song on mute and feel the numb again. Some people in the back of the room were snickering. My eyes flickered to the boy who is doubled over in laughter. He looked up, tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.
“What? Were you guys dating or something?” My vision exploded, going black for a moment. When it returned it was red and fuzzy around the edges. I was about to attack when Mattie and Virginia grabbed my arms and hauled me back. I hadn’t realized they were both here. Friends from my old life? Yes, that is what they were. Tears sparked in my eyes, making my vision more and more blurry.
“Come on,” Said Virginia soothingly. “Lets get you back to class.” They lead me out of the room and I did my best not to fight them. When we were finally back to the classroom, I had managed to get back to that place where the pain was small, the numbness was great, and it was easier to be alive. I had already forgotten that these people standing next to me were my friends. I pushed the door open and stepped inside the classroom. I closed the door softly behind me, watching as Virginia and Mattie exchanged a worried glance with each other, before turning and walking away. I turned back to the class, who were all gawking at me. I realize that they might have seen that little break down, or at least heard it. I looked at Mrs. Shultz who was sympathetic and a little shocked at the same time. I blinked once and then shuffled back to my seat.
At lunch that day, I ignored the line, scanning for somewhere to sit. That’s when I saw him. William Brentton Wolfrey Moon, or Brentt, or Jazzy’s boyfriend. I softened, the song of pain rising in my ears. He had wavy black hair, blue-green eyes, and pale skin dotted with freckles. His elbows rested on the table, his head bent so that his hands could rest on his neck. He was folded in on himself, like he was crumbling faster than he could put himself together again. Brentt’s lunch was missing as well, and so were his friends. I looked around the cafeteria. The people I remembered were my friends sat together in a quite, depressed bunch, pushing their food around or actually eating. I turned back to Brentt. For some reason I felt like those who I’d been close to could not possibly understand what I was going through, but Brentt...well he could. He loved her almost as much as I did, and both of us would be changed for the worst. Closed people, not quite capable of moving on. So I tentatively walked up and stood behind the chair across from him. It felt like forever before he noticed my presence and looked up. His eyes dawned with recognition.
“Sage,” He said in hollow acknowledgement.
“Brentt,” I said with a dip of the head. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
“No, no. Go ahead.” I had a feeling he said it because he knew that’s what Jazzy would want him to do. I had hated Brentt when she’d first gone out with him, then I’d been okay with him, then I’d liked him enough to consider him a friend. While I didn’t exactly love him, I had more affection for him now that Jazzy had gone. His eyes were rimmed with red and swollen from crying, he had dark circles under his eye, and they were weak, and fragile. He looked as though he may break down again. Jazzy and him had loved each other, and somehow it was even more obvious now than it had been then.
“How are you?” I asked because it felt...right, I guess.
“Well, enough. You?” He asked, his voice cracking.
“Brentt,” I said again, my voice more alive now. I rose and went to sit next to him. I stared at him until he looked me in the eye. “How are you?” I asked again, more fierce this time. He stared back for a moment then dropped him head onto my shoulder and began to sob. Tears brimmed my eyes and I cried silently with him, one hand rubbing his back the other digging its nails into the flesh on my knee.
One entire month had gone by, and I had not gotten better. I may have even begun to get worse. Before, certain things would trigger other feelings inside of me, but now there were only two feeling that I was capable of; pain and numbness. My sister, Adrienne, had gone home, but my other sister, Cassie, visited frequently. That helped at first, sometimes she’d make me crack a smile like Adrienne had done when she were there, but even she had begun to stop working. One night my family rented my favorite movie, The Hunger Games, but even that had not deterred me. Except when Rue died. For some reason Rue reminded me of a young Jazzy, and when she died, I broke down, and had to leave the room. I could tell it was worrying, not only my family, but my teachers, my friends, the church people, even strangers would ask me if I was alright when we went out in public. The truth was; I wasn’t and I didn’t know if I ever would be again.
One Saturday my mother opened the door a crack to see if I was awake. I was dressed and perched on the side of the bed staring at myself in the mirror in disgust. My pitch black hair was twisted and tossed over my right shoulder, my pale skin fought furiously for the light, as did my pale blue eyes. My dad said I was beautiful, once upon a time he called me Snow White, but I grew too old for that, he said, when I was five. In other words, I grew up really fast.
“Sage, dear?” My mother asked tentatively. I turned to her and she locked her jaw in determination. “Hold out your hand,” She demanded. I did as I was told, like I always did, without realizing I was. She slapped a wallet in my hand. It was dark blue with a black fancy heart on it.
“Open it,” She ordered, once again. I numbly opened the wallet. Inside was 160 dollars and three gift cards to stores on the downtown mall. I looked up at her for further instruction. Then I realized she was waiting for a response.
“Why?” I asked, because I couldn’t manage much more.
“You are going to go to the downtown mall, and I want you to come back with three bags, and there better be extra missing for a lunch. I want you to comeback with recites too.” I nodded.
“Alright, thank you,” I said. I stood and made my way for the door, but my mom caught my arm.
“I love you, sweetheart,” She said soothingly. Something inside of me remembered that I loved her too. So much, and it reminded me that I need to make sure she knew that or she may start to doubt it.
“I love you too, Mama.” I hadn’t called her that in so long, I think she might have burst into tears right there, but she let go of my arm ushered me out the door.
I drove to the downtown mall and sat in the car for a moment. It was weird being in a car again, driving. I was seventeen, but I hadn’t had the nerve to drive a car since...the accident. I was armed with a book bag full of exactly; three journals, two sketchbooks, five pens, four pencil, a sharpener, my pocket knife, a cell-phone I hadn’t used in forever, and my loads of money. I grabbed the bag and stepped out of the car. My heart somehow was able to be nervous and relieved at the same time. I was relieved to be out of the car, but I was scared of shopping by myself, of being by myself at all. I didn’t trust what I would do if got to thinking about everything. I trudged forward, forcing myself to notice what I was doing.
I was wandering around, failing at noticing what I was doing, when I saw him. He had dark, oak colored hair, pale skin, and chocolate brown eyes. He wore a dark brown t-shirt, jeans, a black jacket, and tattered Nike tennis shoes. He had headphones on and I could hear the music blaring from here. I could tell he’d shoved the table between the two trees, because there were scuff marks on the side. He sat on top of it, his back against the tree, his head tilted back, and his eyes closed. His knees were tucked close to him, and his backpack had buckles on it, so he’d buckled it to his leg. His long nimble fingers fiddled with the silver coin in his hands.
I froze where I was, startled by the pulling in my stomach that seemed to be beckoning me towards him. Finally, I figured I had nothing to lose, and so I walked over, clambered onto the table, and took up the same position, tying my backpack around my leg. He opened one eye, then the other, then lifted his head, and raised an eyebrow. He took his ipod out and studied me a moment and suddenly I remember how I was supposed to act around people.
“Um...do you mind if I sit here?” His lip twitched. A smile? I couldn’t tell. I wondered if that was what my smile looked like.
“You may, my tortured soul.” I frowned at him.
“‘My tortured soul?’”  I repeated. His lip twitched again.
“I can see it in your eyes. Something tragic has happened to you. Something you cannot fix. Perhaps a lost loved one?” I tensed and I could feel myself sinking into that numb place, that place where I felt nothing but pain.
“No, no! Do not leave me before I know who you are!” I realized I’d untied my bookbag and was slowly getting up. I studied him, and then sat back down. He watched me a moment.
“Your name would be a lovely thing to know, My tortured soul,” He pushed.
“Sage Payne,” I answered cautiously.
“And a lovely thing it is. I am Gale, it’s nice to meet you.” He didn’t offer me his hand, and I didn’t offer mine either. I expected awkward silence, but he grinned and I forgot who I was. His smile was so stunning that a few people even stopped and stared for a moment. I was frozen in place, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was wasting all my energy on remembering to breathe and trying not to run. His smile sunk and twisted into a smirk, that was almost as stunning.
“What?” He asked.
“Um...” I blinked. “Your smile....is, uh...good.” I managed.
“Thank you. I’m sure yours is just as ‘good’.”
“Um...I think that good might be an understatement for your smile. Maybe even insulting. Your smile is stunningly beautiful. I think my heart may have stopped.”
“Is that so? Well, I must thank you for your generosity.”
 “You’re welcome. My pleasure.” He smirked at me again, and I think I might have fainted if he hadn’t have spoken when he did.
“So, Sage, what is your favorite color?”
“Huh?”
“I’m asking because I’d like to get to know you. It’s an easy question, My tortured soul.” I shifted uncomfortably and looked down at my clothes. Black jeans, black ‘Hunger Games’ T, black converses.
“Uh...black, I think,” I said looking back up at him.
“You think?” I couldn’t really remember what I liked. I hadn’t thought about myself in a very long time. Only Jazzy. Always Jazzy. I nodded.
“I think.”
“Well, you seem very certain that you think you’re uncertain,” He said with that stunning smirk.
“What about you?” I asked, because I was getting uncomfortable with the subject of myself. Like I said; Only Jazzy. Always Jazzy.
“Grey. But not like concrete grey or dull grey. Like a silverish grey. How you might imagine a ghost looking. Foggy, sort of.”
“‘Like a ghost’.” I repeated. He nodded. “Like, what a Necromancer might see?” He froze.
“Yes.” It seemed like he was forcing himself to answer.
“Do you know anything about them?” I asked, because if it was possible at all that I could see Jazzy again, I wanted to know anything and everything I could.
“Yes.”
“Could you tell me about them?”
“Yes.”
“Well, how long do you think it would take for them to see a...uh... ‘person’ after they die?”
“As soon as said person is officially dead, I think.” I took his hand and rubbed it. It was smooth and cold. Perfect and beautiful. His eyes were wide with fear and shock. He looked like a deer in the head light. He was tense, I wasn’t sure if he was even breathing.
“When do you think a person would start to see the dead?”
“Around five to seven, I think...Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Yes. Um...there are late bloomers. I think.”
“And when do you think they would start to see the dead?”
“Ten to twelve.” He said wearily. “I think.”
“How old do you think is too old for them to start seeing?”
“Fifteen. I think.” My shoulder sank.
“Oh.” His eyes softened and he leaned forward, brushing his fingertips across my cheek bone.
“Do you wish to see someone again?” I nodded and leaned into his palm as he pressed it against my cheek.
“My...my friend. My best friend.”
“She was close to you?”
“Closer to me than my parents.”
“That’s very close. I am so sorry, My tortured soul.” I shook my head.
“It isn’t your fault, Gale.” It made me feel good, to say his name. There is a long silence, as he stared into my eyes.
“I wish I could help,” He said. I looked back up at him. His voice made it sound like he could, he just wasn’t...allowed or something.
“I wish you could too,” I said, because it was true and because I needed to tell someone that I needed help. Serious help. Only Jazzy could really help. Always Jazzy. Another long silence then he dropped his hand and leaned back. I did the same. I hadn’t realized how close we were to each other. I hadn’t realized I had been leaning forward.  
“So, Sage, what brings you to the Downtown Mall?”
“My mother. She wants me to come home with three bags, recites, and one of those recites has to be from wherever I eat lunch. If I don’t...well, I don’t know what she’ll do. Its not like I do anything anymore.” I said, and then I wish I hadn’t, because Gale looked sad then.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean...well I can’t really remember. I think I just came home and curled up on the bed with the lights on. Then when it was time to sleep I just turned off the lights and went to bed,” I answered regretfully.
“Well, how ‘bout I take you to this amazing pizza place?”
“Sounds good!” I said, actually excited.
“Foods on you, though.”
“What?!” I said with a laugh.
“Well, if you buy for me you can tell your mom you hung out with a friend and she’ll be even more thrilled!” I shook my head.
“I think you just want a free meal,” I said laughing.
“Well...partially.” I laughed, again and then abruptly stopped. It had been forever since I’d smiled and even longer since I’d laughed!
“What? What is it?” He asked frantically. I smiled shyly at him.
“Did you know that you are the first person that has been able to make me laugh?” His eyes widen,  filling with horror.
“Really?” His voice cracks around the word.
“Yeah, and I don’t know how you did it. Cole Fisher fell off the stage during drama a few weeks ago, I hate him, and I didn’t even smile! You, my friend, have true talent.” He forced a smile, and nodded.
“I must say, I am a man of many talents.” I laughed again and this time it felt awesome! He lead me off to a restaurant called Sal’s Pizza. We sat there and talked until the owner told us he thought we should leave. We walked around the mall and bought three bags of stuff, more easily than it would have been for me on my own. That’s when my rarely used phone rang. I jumped about 10 feet into the air and Gale just laughed. We were sitting on our table again, he was stretched out on the bottom bench, me on the top. I sat up and pulled my phone out of my bag.
“Hello?” I asked. Who the heck dared to interrupt the first taste of happiness I’d had in so very long?!
“Hey Sage, it’s Mattie!” Mattie...?Mattie....? Oh!
“Oh! Hey Mattie! What’s up? I remembered then that she was a close friend of mine. How awful of me to forget!
“Your mom said you might need some company while you shop,” She answered. I could hear the guilt behind her words. My mom didn’t trust me. Figures. I glanced down at Gale. Suddenly, I wanted him for myself. He was all that I had left to make me happy now that Jazzy was gone. With him, I could be myself like I could with only Jazzy and my sisters. For everyone else I was just pretending to make them happy, and with Jazzy gone what was the point? Where was the point in living at all? Well, I just stumbled upon the answer and I wanted him to be completely and totally mine. So that meant Mattie couldn’t know he existed. Not yet.
“Uh...Actually I was just on my way home, sorry.”
“Oh, no, it’s cool. Just didn’t want you to be lonely.”
“Nope, I’m cool.”
“You want me to call your mom and tell her you’re on your way?”
“No! I mean, nah, I’ll call her.”
“Oh, okay. Well, see you after spring break!”
“Yeah, see ya’ then!”
“Bye.” The line went dead and I sighed in relief.
“Are you really going home?” Said Gale in a small voice.
“No, I just...I uh...” He sighed and scowled at the ground. He looked like he was in pain.
“I’m not a...good person.” I wondered what had brought that on. “I am broken, I know things people my age shouldn’t know, I’ve seen things most people never see, should never see. I will not ever be okay again, I will leave randomly and I will not be able to tell you why. I will say things that do not make since and I will not be able to explain them. I will be the worst friend you have ever had. I will not be able to be there for you sometimes, maybe even when you need me the most. I...if I were you I would not waste the time or the heartbreak. And one day, I am just going to leave. I may not get to say goodbye, I will not be able to give you an explanation, and you will not ever see me again.” I stared at him a long moment, while he stared at the ground with sad eyes. I sank down to sit in front of him. I waited until he looked at me, then I grabbed his wrist, not forcefully, just gently took and it and began to trace his veins.
“Do you want me to leave?” I asked.
“It’s safer. I could hurt you without trying!” His voice was becoming frantic.
“Do you want me to leave? Just answer the question, don’t say anything else.”
“I want you to stay,” He barely whispered. His eyes were crazed, and frantic. The words hurt him, I could tell. These were not easy things for him to give away, so I would honor him. I would make it easier on him to give me these words. Smiling softly, I said;
“I will stay then.” He tried to smile back, but it was hard for him. Sighing heavily, I looked back down at my phone. Maybe I did need to get home, but I was reluctant. I laughed with a small amount of humor.
“What?” He asked his smile coming more easily than.  
“It’s just, I’ve known you for what? One day? And I’m already dreading having to leave.” He laughed with me, but his laugh was also lacking the amount of humor required.
“So, do you have to leave then?”
“No, but I do soon,” I was supposed to be back by 3:00.” He sighed.
“I wish you didn’t have to,” He said, his voice small again. His feelings seemed to embarrass him, it was endearing.
We talked for a while, then my phone rang, and my mom told me to head home. We stood there awkwardly for a moment, not sure what to do with ourselves. And then I couldn’t take it anymore, I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He groaned in defeat and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my neck.
“Will you return tomorrow?” He asked.
“Yes, of course.”
“Promise?”
“Unless I die,” I said with a laugh.
“Even then?” I would’ve thought he was kidding, but his voice was so serious, so sincere, that I knew he was, in fact, not kidding.
“Even then.” He inhaled heavily.
“Good,” He breathed. We said our final goodbyes and then I jogged to my car. On the drive home, I felt horrible. I wanted to be friends with Gale, but it felt wrong. As though by making a new friend I was betraying Jazzy. Plus, I felt like I hadn’t mourned her nearly enough. But, then again I really liked Gale already.
It turns out I couldn’t stay away, because the rest of the week I showed up every day. We talked for hours and I didn’t leave until my mother forced me to leave. After a week I spilled everything out to him. He knew everything about me, and I felt as though I knew even less about him then before. Everytime I tried to ask him a question about himself, he pulled away, got all quiet and got that sad look in his eyes. Then he’d somehow turn it back to me. It was enraging, and it just further insured that I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Sometimes he was late to our meeting place by only a few minutes, and sometimes he was so late we only had an hour together, and then sometimes he was there before me. He was just so all over the place that I didn’t know what to expect, but somehow I liked that. The mystery was compelling, and it made me what to come back every time, and the time away agonizing.
On sunday, our last day together, I came down the hill to our bench and saw that he wasn’t there. Sighing heavily, I trekked the rest of the way down the hill. I dropped my bag onto the table and then froze. A low growl had sounded from somewhere behind me. I turned just in time to see a flash of black before something slammed into me. I sucked in a breath, preparing to scream, but my throat was dry and scratchy all of a sudden, and all that came out was a small squeak. I squeezed my eyes shut. Whatever it was, was hovering over top of me, holding down my hands. Its feet were planted on either side of my legs. There was a low, ominous chuckle from above me. I opened my eyes and gasped. Gale’s face was centimeters from mine, I’d never been so close to him before. His coy smile was disorienting.
“Ah! It’s a monster,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. But my voice cracked, so it was an epic fail on my part. His eyes turned sad, and he leaned back. My body was cold at his sudden absence. I sat forward myself, frowning at him.
“I am a monster,” He whispered depressingly. I gave him a soft smile and pressed my hand against the side of his face. He leaned heavily against it.
“You’re my monster,” I said softly. I found denying it only made him even sadder. He smiled back at me, his eyes still pained. I sighed and dropped my hand, so I could smack his arm. He laughed, but wasn’t otherwise phased.
“What was that for?” He asked, still laughing.
“For scaring the crap out of me! I thought I was going to die!’” He laughed and I scowled at him, but it was hard to even pretend to be mad at him when he was laughing. He sighed.
“Would you forgive me if I apologized. Because I won’t do it if it’s useless.”
“It has to be sincere,” I said crossing my arms, and looking away, so that I wouldn’t be tricked into forgiving him by those chocolate brown eyes.
“Then I sincerely apologize for scaring you.” I turned back to him to see apology burning in his eyes. I sighed and dropped my arms.
“You’re forgiven, but don’t you dare do it again!” He chuckled.
“Never.” I stood and sat on the bench, Gale following.
“So, my monster, where do you go to school,” I asked. I hadn’t really thought about school very much at all. Now that it was a day before I had to go back, I remembered that I’d never seen Gale around before, but he had to go somewhere.
“Oh, my family and I just moved here. I’m starting Henley tomorrow. Where do you go?”
“Henley! Yes! This is great!”
“Really?! That is great, but I don’t want to steal you from your friends if they don’t like me.” I swiped my hand dismissively.
“They’ll love you. Besides, if they don’t they can get over it. They always do.” He sighed.
“Do not give up your friends for me. Please.” I rolled my eyes.
“Like I said; they’ll love you!”
“How do you know?” I snorted.
“Virginia will pretend not to like you at first only because she has trust issues, but so do you! You both also have low self esteem issues, and I’m not saying I don’t, just helping to explain myself. The rest of my friends are shallow popular wannabes, so they’re all into hot guys and such, so you’re safe, I promise.” He sighed heavily.
“And if they don’t like me?” Will you stay with them?” I scoffed.
“Of course, but I’ll also stay with you. If they have an issue with you that’s their problem, not mine. Look I have been without them for months now, and while I feel guilty, I haven’t missed them yet. And they’re probably doing just fine without me, so its not like they’ll really be losing anything if I pick you over them.” His eyes flared with anger.
“But I told you! I’m going to leave you! I will be horrible friend! I’m not worth it!” I scowled at him. Then looked at my feet as I spoke.
“You're worth it to me...” He sighed.
“I’m sorry. I did not mean to upset you... I just hate the idea of hurting you, even though I know it’s inevitable.” I looked back up at him to see that his eyes were filled with pain, fixed on a point in the distance as though he could see a solution out there. I took his hand and rubbed my thumb back and forth.
“Don’t worry about me; I’ll be alright. I’m tough. Or at least I used to be.” He looked over at me and smiled softly.
“You are strong.”
“Thanks,” I said, looking into the distance as well, all though I was looking for the strength I used to have, trying to muster it up and use it so that I could stay with him. We talked for a while and then I was asking him about the research that he had done on Necromancers. He was still tense but he seemed to talk about it more easily than last time. I found it helped if I held his pale hands and ran my finger over his blue veins. Without realizing it we leaned towards each other, and we didn’t move away until there was a flash and a male voice spoke in front of us. We both pulled away and I dropped his hand.
“How about a picture of the lovely couple?”
“We aren’t a couple,” He said at the same time I said;
“We’re just friends.” The short plump man smirked at us.
“Uhuh? Well how ‘bout a picture of the lovely pair of friends?” I glanced at Gale to see him looking over then man curiously.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” I said with a shrug still looking at Gale. He glanced at me and then slumped forward.
“Oh, alright.” We scooted closer together and I swung my legs into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and laughing. Gale laughed too, wrapped his arms around my waist to keep me steady. The guy snapped a few pictures and then smirked.
“You sure you two ain’t a couple?” I thought about this for a split second and then interrupted what Gale was about to say.
“Do you mind if we consider ourselves a couple, Gale?” He looked down into my eyes and he looked pained for a moment before a soft smile grew on his lips.
“Yeah, yeah that sounds good.” I grinned.
“How about a kiss from the new couple?” Asked the photographer. I was perfectly prepared to follow orders from the man this time. But Gale had different ideas. A low growl erupted from deep in his throat. I gasped as the whole world blurred and I felt my legs being swung off of his lap. Gale was suddenly standing and he looked furious. Anyone else, including me, would have coward away from his intense glare, but this man just smirked triumphantly.
“Be gone!” Cried Gale, pointing his connected first two finger and thumb away from the both of us. The man disappeared into the crowd, calling over his shoulder:
“You cannot delay the inevitable!” Gale dropped his arm and breathed heard. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head down. I crossed my arms, so that my hands gripped my elbows.
“Would it really be so bad to kiss me?” I asked. Gale’s eye popped open and he turned to look at me. He sighed heavily and sat down next to me. Everything about him said pain and sorrow.
“Trust me, I want to kiss you. Sometimes the feeling overwhelms me, and I’m sure that I will kiss you. But I can’t, and I can’t tell you why. Its like I said before; I will say things that do not make since and I will not be able to explain them. I’m sorry, I really wish that I could explain it to you.” He dropped his head into his hands and I wrapped my arms around him. He leaned against me and a thought occurred to me.
“Can I not kiss you anywhere?” He looked up at me.
“No, it is just my lips, why?” I leaned in close to him. His eyes widened and his breathing quickened. I kissed his cheek, just next to his lip and I heard him groan.
“You don’t make it easy to resist you, you know?” I smiled and pressed my forehead against his.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“You don’t mean it,” He said with a chuckle. I smiled.
“No, I don’t.” He sighed heavily.
“You would if you knew what would happen.” He mumbled mostly to himself. I leaned away from him.
“What would happen?” I asked. He moaned and hung his head..
“You’re going to hate me, but I can’t tell you.”

This book is called Collide. This is all I have so far to this one, and its one of my favorites that I'm writing:
Ch. 1
I shoulder through the crowd of people to the Assembly. The cafeteria is packed with kids of all grades. They mingle as I scan through the mass of people, looking for my group. I see Artemis first. Okay so her name isn’t actually Artemis, its Olivia, but ever since I started writing that’s what I’ve called her. I have a weird nickname for all of my friends and whenever I write about them in my books I call them by that name.
   Artemis has deeply tan skin, big brown eyes, and black-brown hair. She’s almost as tall as I am and she kind of reminds me of a native american. I’ve never been able to imagine her as a mythical creature, which I do with all my friends, but if I had to I would classify her as a mermaid. Next I see Isis, or Virginia. Isis has long flowing brown hair with red highlights, big blue-green eyes, and pale skin generously anointed with freckles. I’ve always imagined her as a Werewolf like me. Next is Athena and Hestia or Clare and Mattie. Athena has short blond hair cut in a bob, big intelligent blue-grey eyes, fair skin, and is very short, and skinny. I’ve always imagined her as a sorceress. Hestia is short although taller than Athena and slightly skinnier. She has long golden blond hair, grey eyes, and tan skin from her days in the sun. She’s on swim team and the best I might add. I imagine her mythical creature being a wood nymph. And lastly is Theia, or Jasmine. She has big brown-black eyes, light brown skin, puffy black-brown hair dyed red in the front, and is only a few inches shorter than me.She happens to be a Vampire. Perhaps I should introduce myself now. My nickname is Eris, my real name is Brianna. I’m the tallest and I train to fight almost everyday so I’m skinny but muscular. I have long dark brown hair that I always wear in a braid, a deep tan, and big blue-green eyes.
I approach my friends extremely alert. Something is wrong. Very wrong. My friends greet me happily until they see my face and their smiles fade.
   “What’s wrong?” Asks Theia. I shake my head. As a protector who has been trained since I was ten, I know that I have to put my protecting assignments before myself, and the friendship of said assignment, so I mustn’t let them know anything is wrong, for their safety. Someone is watching us. I can feel it. They cannot know that I sense them. I smile and hook my arms with Theia. She gives me a sceptical look but plays along. She’s smart, she knows something's up. We all take seats together and I sit as still as stone and watch the play take place before us. As usual it’s horrid and I tune it out halfway through, because it’s starting to make no sense at all.
   During intermission screams erupt from behind the curtain. My heart pounds so hard that I think its going burst out of my chest. My instincts kick in. Everything I’ve trained for is going to happen right here and my only purpose is to protect and die trying if that’s what it takes. Suddenly my heart is normal. I am calm and prepared. It is no longer that I cannot fail it is that I  will not fail. I know what to do and what to expect in every possible situation. I stand instantly, and haul Isis and Theia out of their seats.
   “Go,” I hiss at them.
   “Where?” Asks Isis. I’m about to order them to leave the school, but all the doors slam closed and they click loudly, telling us all that they are locked and no one is leaving.
   “To the back,” I order. I follow them glancing back every few seconds the entire way. I take up a stance in front of them so that I block them all. The curtains break apart and kids scatter, jumping off the stage and running down the stairs. A man stands there, appraising the crowd of students, with his hands folded behind his back. He’s tall and has large muscles. He has long black hair and extremely pale skin. His name is Oliver. This is not every situation, this is the worst situation! A growl rips through my teeth. I push the others closer to the wall and crouch preparing for the attack. Isis shifts uncomfortably.This doesn’t make since, Oliver is from one of the books I’m writing. He can shift into anything he wants and always wears a white suit with a black shirt and dark blue tie. He isn’t real, though.... or at least I thought he wasn’t. Men and women wearing faded jeans and grey shirts come pouring out off of the stage. I growl as some of them try and approach. They chuckle as though it’s amusing. Isis whispers something in my ear but I growl, cutting her off mid-sentence. The stone pack, as I know these people who crowd me, fall back at the command of Oliver. He dismounts the stage and strolls right up to Mr. Crutchfield, our vice principal.
“I am looking for Eris Sharp,” His voice is calm and somewhat bored.
“Who?” Oliver sighs irritatedly and then without warning he grabs Mr. Crutchfield by the throat and lifts him up off the ground, pressing his back against the wall.
“Brianna Mills? Does that sound more familiar?” Mr. Crutchfield points a shaky finger in my direction. I sneer at him. I want to scream “Traitor!” at the top of my lungs. How could he?! His job is to keep us safe at all costs! But then again, not everyone is trained to keep their trap shut no matter what like I am.
Oliver doesn’t even look at me. He simply produces a knife from his jacket and press it into Mr. Crutchfield’s stomach. He cries out and Oliver removes his hand from Mr. Cructhfield’s neck and watches him sink to the ground without feeling. People scream, Stone Pack growls at them to be silent, they listen, and Oliver, and I lock eyes. A growl rips through my teeth so loud that the my peers clap their hands over their ears. Oliver is not phased, he simply approaches and stops when I growl again. He knows better than to test me too much.
“You look like a worthy opponent! That pleases me.” But I can see that it also worries him. Worthy means harder to defeat. I sneer again. I’m too shocked to be able to say anything at the moment.
“I must admit I’m still getting used to....this,” he says gesturing to his body. “Are you happy to see me?”
“Thrilled,” I answer sarcastically. He grins.
“It is as though I am meeting an old friend!”
“Friend?” I repeat. “I wouldn’t use that word. Maybe casual acquaintance but never
friend,” I spit at him, playing along with undisguised malice in my voice. He chuckles.
“Yes, well, the feeling is mutual,” Theia starts to say something, but I growl, and she grounds her teeth together. But, again, she’s smarts. She knows it isn’t wise to disobey me about these certain things.
“Oh, no, no! Let your friends speak! I’d love to know all my new opponents better!” He clasps his hands together and smiles wider. I chuckle darkly.
“I know you too well to let them speak, Oliver.”
“Whatever do you mean?” He asks sarcastically.
“I know that by saying one word you can figure out five things about the person. I know you’re good at using those five things against people not just the person who those things apply to. I also know that I am the only one you know nothing about and that scares you. Shall I go on?” He’s scowling now and he curls his hands into fists at his sides.
“No, that’s quite enough, Miss Eris!” My lips twists into a dark half smile, but I keep my mouth shut. I am not stupid, I don’t usually push my enemies. There is a long pause as we stare each other down.
“Would you mind ever so much, dear, if I tortured you for just a moment or two?” He finally asks.
“By all means, be my guest.” I growl. He steps forward until his lips brush against my ear when he speaks.
“You can’t protect them all.” I attempt to bite his head off, but there is a whoosh of wind and my jaw snaps together, as my teeth slice through air. I growl, tensing my stance and preparing for the attack. Someone appears on the stage as Oliver yells,
“Sam!” The guy is tall, with dark brown skin, dark eyes, a bald head, and a light brown scar that started at his left temple and ends at the right corner of his jaw. He wears a black t-shirt, a key necklace, dark jeans, combat boots, and a long black duster. He lifts his hand and curls his fingers. All of Stone Pack tense and stare blankly for a moment. I notice as I look around that some kids don’t look fearful and are holding protective stances in front of others who do look scared. Huh. Then Stone Pack blinks and start moving towards something. With a stab of pain to the heart I realize they were moving towards one of my other assignments, Matt. A growl rips through my teeth, shredding my vocal chords. I have been thinking of Matt in the back of my mind since the play started, because he wasn’t near me and that makes me nervous. Now they move towards him slowly. They move slowly to torture me, to give me time to debate between saving which assignments. Matt isn’t as close to my heart as the others, but I know that shouldn’t be what affects my decision. My heart begins to pound again. I run through plan after plan to save them all, but I can’t, and I know it. My instincts are ripping my heart to shreds, my hearts ripping my instincts to shreds. My mind is going too fast. If I don’t decide soon I’ll lose my focus and lose them all. My breathing quickens and I lose control of my poker face, the first thing that will happen in a series of happenings that will lead to me completely losing my focus. Oliver chuckles at my fear and desperation. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, but I can’t. I take a deep breath and force myself to think straight. It is better for me to save five of my assignments, I realize, than just one. I take another deep breath and one tear slips from my eye as I turn to Matt. He realizes what’s going on and has backed into the wall. He looks at me desperately. A splinter of my heart tears away and begins to flutter down to the dark oblivion where it will forever be unreachable. Then one of the doors to the outside rattles, and then burst open. For a split second Rea stands there, framed in the doorway. Rea is from the book were I am a protector, and he is one as well. Rea is 24, with electric blue hair, and eyes, and pale skin. He’s tall and muscular from his years of training.
I am still staring at Rea when he disappears. He is airborne then. He grabs one of his assignments, David, and flips in mid-air, landing on his back, and sliding the rest of the way so that he stops at me feet. He is on his feet in an instant. He shoves Ally, another one of his assignments, and David into my group, taking up a protective stance. He shoves me hard, once.
“Go,” He demands and I lung forward. I throw myself between Matt and Stone Pack at the last second. All of Stone Pack chuckle, as one by one they morph into grey wolves. Now do you understand why I call them Stone Pack? Stone grey and a freaking pack of werewolves! By the way, there are a few things you should know about Werewolves. First off, they are actual wolves except about, maybe six feet tall. Second, they come in the following colors; brown, black, grey, russet, tan, white, calico, gold, silver, dark, and light blue, dark, and light green, amber, ginger, coal (a grey-black color), red, blood red, and dark ginger.
In more than a few of my books I was a Werewolf, and if my theory is correct than all my books are coming true. But that’s the thing! I don’t know for sure that, that’s what is going on! I don’t want to risk the embarrassment if I am wrong, so I fight as a human instead of morphing. I am kicking and spinning and punching, but I am never the first to make a move. All the while Matt is mumbling,
“I need a gun, I need a gun, I need a gun!” He is progressively getting louder and becoming more of a distraction. In irritation and on a whim of anger I yell,
“Fine! Gun!” Matt was suddenly silent. Stone Pack freezes, confusion and panic flickering behind their wolfish eyes. I glance back at Matt to make sure he’s okay, and then have to do a double take. Matt is holding a M16. A wicked smile spreads across his face, and he fires into the crowd of Stone Pack. I notice, before turning back to fight, that there is also a belt around his waist, but I don’t know what it holds, and I don’t have time to ponder on it, because a wolf dives at Matt. Matt tries to sidestep, and it works, but the wolf’s claw catches his arm, tearing his skin. He gasps at the pain that must be coursing through him. I stare for a moment and then anger takes over my body. A warm tingly sensation spreads through my body like white hot heat. Suddenly, my vision goes red and starts to pulse. I can feel myself morphing into a Werewolf, but I barely have time to think about it, because the anger washes over me yet again, causing my heart to quicken as well as the pulsing in my vision.
“You. Scratched. Matt!” I thunder. I know, I know! Way to state the obvious, Eris! But, hey, I’m angry! Its not like I’m actually thinking.
Suddenly, I am a large pitch black wolf, snarling, growling, and foaming at the mouth. I am about six feet tall with glowing electric blue eyes, and thick black fur. A low growl gurgles in the back of my throat. Everyone is frozen in place, Rea has his hands locked around a wolf’s throat, his thumbs pressing into his fur.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Yells Oliver at Stone Pack. “ATTACK HER!!” They all snap out of their daze and begin to lunge at me.
It’s different fighting in wolf form. If they jump on your back, you have to buck them off like a horse or try to reach them with you razor sharp teeth. If they come at you in the front, you have to reach out with you paw and claw them, or bite them. I do all of these things, still not the one to attack first. Then three unthinkable things happen. First, something slams into me from the side and I go flying. Second, Sam yells,
“Ma’kalidia!” He pronounces it ‘ma-ka-lid-e-a’ . It’s a language known as, Wolf Tongue. Without permission from myself, I morph back into a human (yes, my clothes were still on. I don’t know how but they were). I slam into the wall and moan as I slide to the floor. Matt, Hestia, Artemis, Athena, Thea, Isis, and Rea all scream my name as Sam leaps from the stage and begins to advance towards me. And third, Sam produces a knife and kneels beside me.
“Get away from her!” Theia screams as Rea holds her back. I sneer at Sam as he chuckles darkly, his face twisting around the scar on his face.
“Meet your end,” Says Oliver towering over the both of us. Sam pulls back the knife. I close my eyes. I feel a searing pain in my chest before there is darkness.
                                                                          *  *  *

  I force my eyes to open. I hear sobs and angry voices. Isis, Theia, Hessey, Artemis, Athena, and Rea kneel over me, their cheeks covered in tears. I’m seeing double, so I blink a few times until the images run together and become one again.
“Eris!?” Yells Theia. I groan and try to sit up, but Isis pushes me back down gently. I’m kind of stiff, but otherwise fine. Then the events hit me smack in the face and I am suddenly fully awake.
“Matt.” Is the first word that escapes my lips. They all glance at each other, and then look down at me gravely.
“No,” I whisper, standing. If you’re scratched or bitten by a Werewolf, you either turn into one or you die. Depends on how your body works. When I stand I notice that cops and paramedics are milling around, questioning the witnesses and examining the injured. I see a bunch of people leaning over a body. All I can see is the shoe so I can’t tell who it was. That’s when the scents hit me. I stagger backwards at the strength of the smells, and brace myself against the wall, taking deep breaths through my mouth. It’s crushing how good the smell is, and how mouth watering. It made me hungry...for people.I inhale, focusing on my goal; finding Matt. I know as soon as I smell a mixture of pine trees and gunpowder that it’s him. I follow the scent until I find myself standing over the cops and paramedics surrounding the body. I shove them away.
“Move.” My voice is deadly and cold. I kneel next to Matt and press my first two fingers against his neck. His pulse pushes faintly against my fingers. I sigh in relief, and scoop up his pale body, wondering how I’m strong enough to do so. I dash to the nurse’s office and kick the door in.
“Oh!” She exclaims “Can I help you?”
“No, I’ve got it,” I growl the words. The nurse’s office is a small room with a desk, and black filing cabinets. There is a door off to the right and inside the room are two cots, a shelf with the medicine and first aid stuff, and then there is the bathroom. Underneath of the sink in the bathroom is a mini fridge. I manage to open up the door, and close it behind me, locking it. The nurse and other people pound on the doors and yell for me to open up. I lay Matt on the dark blue cot, and walk back over to the door. I place my hand against it and mutter a word I’ve never heard before, but somehow know what it means.
“Ha’layka.” It means the door is locked and impossible to unlock from the other side, or break. A little stunned, I stumble back over to Matt and begin to take his close off, leaving him in his boxers. One thing you have to do when a person is changing is keep them as cool as possible. I walk into the bathroom, grabbing rags as I go. I twist on the cold water and let it run over my hand until I’m satisfied with the temperature. I plug the sink and let it fill up, dropping the rags in. Once I’ve gotten them all wet I take one out, and fill it with ice from the fridge. Tying it with a rubber band so that the ice stays inside it, I walk back over to Matt and run the rag over his forehead, on his cheeks, across his chest, and repeating. I set the ice on his forehead and go back to the bathroom. I’m running the cold rags over his legs when he begins to shake violently all over. I stare wide eyed, as his whole body convulses. He throws his head back and forth in his unconsciousness. Then his watery blue eyes fly open. They focus on me, panicked, before he screams. Suddenly, his screams become words.
“IT BURNS!” He yells in a ragged voice.
“I know, I know. But you need to stay conscious, okay? Because if you pass out you might not wake up. So, just stay awake, alright?”
“What’s happening to me!?” He yells, seeming to ignore my pleas.
“You’re turning into a Werewolf,” I whisper, my words barely audible. His eyes widen even more. He screams again, clenching his fists and arching his back. I continue to wash him with cool water, and cool rags.
“Make it stop!!” He screams again, tears streaming down his cheeks. Tears are pouring out of my eyes too, but I continue to work.
“I can’t! There’s nothing I can do! It has to happen!” He clenches his teeth against the next scream while I’m talking.
After a while of the screaming, he finally relaxes, gasping for breath, his eyes squeezed shut. I fall to my knees shakily. His eyes pop open and focus on me. Its another moment before he can speak again.
“Wh-what happened to me?”
“You’re a Werewolf now,” I say calmly. Maybe if I stay calm so will he. His eyes are still wide, so I’m not quite sure how it’s working out. His breathing picks up, again.
“No, I can’t be! They...they don’t exist!”
“Then what do you think you were just fighting, huh? What do you think just happened to you?” He shakes his head.
“No. Its not true. I refuse to believe you. No,” He says continuously shaking his head.
“Fine. Believe what you want, but it’s true.” I storm over to the door, and kick it. The wood shatters under my foot, and those at the door stumble backwards, stunned. My fists curled, I storm away, calling over my shoulder,
“Explain that!” I am so furious, that I can’t even begin to explain it. I burst into the cafeteria and everyone jumps in surprise. Isis rushes to my side, as well as Theia, but I ignore them and walk straight up to Rea.
“What the heck is going on? Why are you here? Why is Oliver here? Why the heck did I just turn into a freaking Werewolf?!”
“Which one should I answer first?”
“I don’t care just give me some answers, Rea!”
“Well, I have no idea how Oliver, I, and everyone else is here, and I don’t know how you turned into a Werewolf. All I know is this morning I woke up on the ground somewhere in the woods near your house.”
“Everyone else?”
“Yes, all your allies and all your enemies, even those dead in your books, are here.”I look away squeezing my eyes shut and pursing my lips.
“I need to speak with my parents,” I mumble, trying to retain my anger. Someone bustles into the cafeteria from outside. Its an officer with long brown hair thrown all around her head.
“The winds really bad. There calling it a freak windstorm.” I hear her say to another officer, even though I’m halfway across the room. My eyes go wide and I rush outside, a sudden idea occupying my mind. Once outside I can see the wind pushing everything around, but it seems to split around me. I close my eyes and focus on the calm that every protector is supposed to have. Suddenly, as the anger fades, the wind begins to slowly decrease in speed, until it is just a slight breeze. I take a deep breath. This is what I feared. I turn and rush back inside. Matt stands at the entrance to the cafeteria, leaning heavily against the wall, staring at me. I stop in the door from the outside, and although we’re across the room from each other, I can still see every detail of him. He put his jeans back on, but that’s it. He has a six pack. Huh, I never noticed. My eyes soften, and I feel a gentle smile touching my lips. He looks so pained, so scared, that my instinctive protectiveness takes over. I see his lips move before I hear his words.
“I don’t know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.”
“So, you believe me?”
“How else am I supposed to explain how I can hear you from across the cafeteria, while everyone is talking?”
“Well, it’s both a good thing and a bad thing.” I shrug. “You’ll want to eat people, but then you’ll be better at pretty much everything.” I hear him sigh and his shoulders sag.
“You’re right, I’m sorry for not believing you.”
“Its okay, I’m sorry for overreacting. This is just stressing me out. I don’t know how this happened, but I entend to find out.” Matt began to make his way towards me, so I started walking towards him.
“How are you gonna do that?” He asked.
“I have a feeling my parents may be of some help.”
“So...what? Your just gonna sit em’ down and be all like ‘what the heck is wrong with me?’” I laughed.
“Pretty much, yeah.” We had reached each other by this point, and Matt laughed with me.
“Well, if you’re insane I guess we all are, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” Just then a police officer walked over to us with a flustered look on his face.
“You two are the only ones we haven’t talked to,” He said, his voice not at all masking his confusion. I crossed my arms and turned to face him, planting a scowl on my face. Matt glanced at me and tried to look intimidating too, but failing epicly. He’s making it hard for me to keep my game face on, so I turn my eyes back to the cop.
“What’d you need?” He flicked through his notepad, and looked back up at me.
“Um...can you give me a description of the man who was here?”
“Which one?”
“The one with the knife.”
“Two had knives.” He gulps.
“Whichever one you think is more important.”
“Whichever is more important? They’re all important! Because anyone of them could kill you before you blink! All of them can outsmart you and outfight you! You have NO chance with them. So why look for them!? What is the point when it will only cause your death!?” He seems to not be used to being yelled at and he seems to snap him out of his daze. He locks his jaw and stands straighter.
“And what do you suppose we do? Let them run around and kill innocent people like they did today!?” I glower at him and Matt mumbles;
“Well, I wouldn’t call Mr. Crutchfield innocent.” I elbow him hard in the side and he stifles a laugh.
“I can tell when I’m not wanted,” He says, putting up his hands and backing away. I turn back to the cop and set my jaw, trying not to laugh at Matt.
“No, I do not suggest you leave them to run around. I’ll deal with him,” I say bluntly as though its obvious. The officer stares at me a moment and then explodes into laughter. I glower down at him, and snarl to get his attention. He straightens and wipes a tear from his eye.
“What are you going to do? Especially since you’re a kid and you say the police can’t do anything.”
“Three things that make me qualified to go after Oliver and such; one I’m a Werewolf, two I know what I’m after and how to kill the supernatural, and three I created them so naturally I know how to destroy them.” The officer explodes into laughter again, and I snarl again, this time loud and long and in such a way that a normal human could not make this noise. The officer’s laughing abruptly ceases, and he looks up. Staggering backwards, he begins to mutter fervent apologies.
“What do you think just happened? I was dead and came back to life, because everyone in my books has three lives and my books are all coming true. How do you explain that?”
“You’re not a Werewolf that’s impossible!”
“You want proof?!” My anger is rising.
“That would help, yes!”
“Alright.” I clench my fists. “Back up.” My voice is deadly and cold. He folds his arms and backs up a few feet. I shrug, giving off the appearance of indifference.
“Its your face that gets ripped off not mine...” He rolls his eyes and makes no move to get out the way. I close my eyes and let the warmth spread through me. My eyes snap open and tremors run through my body, making me shake. I am now a large black wolf. The officer gasps and stumbles backwards. Everyone is screaming again, and I can’t help but laugh at this guys face. I give one large meaningful howl, calling on the pack. I’m hoping that they now exist like everyone else from my books seems to. I am pleased to hear answering howls, 27 of them to be exact. I shrink back into human form, grinning from ear to ear. Matt is grinning too, and he runs forward.
   “That was so AWESOME!!” He yells, and then sighs, wrapping me in his arms. “I love you,” He says contentedly. I laugh, placing one hand on his arm and the other on his waist in an awkward hug. I never have been good with the touchy feely stuff.
“Um...I love you too, Matt.” He releases me and jumps up and down eagerly.
“Can I do that too?”
“Yup!”
“Show me how!” He says while grabbing my shoulders and giving me a sarcastic serious look.
“Okay, okay,” I say with another laugh. I always laugh when I’m around him.
“Close your eyes.” He did as I said. “Now, do you feel that warmth deep in your stomach?”
“Yeah...” He says, sounding mystified.
“Imagine that it’s a physical thing, and pull on it so that it expands and wraps all the way around your body, and spreads throughout you.” I slowly back up as I speak. He nods, and squeezes his eyes shut in concentration. Suddenly, he morphs into a large chocolate brown wolf, with an odd white patch around one of his eyes. His eyes pop open and I gasp. His eyes are a bright green.
“He’s the Beta,” I whisper. Matt cocks his head to the side. Excitement fills my chest, exploding throughout me and I grin. “Matt! You’re the Beta!”
“What is that?” I hear him ask in my head.
“It means you’re second in command of my pack!”
“How do you know?”
“Because! Your eyes are green! Alphas have electric blue eyes, Betas have bright green eyes, Gammas have golden amber eyes, and Omega have brown eyes. Your eyes are green, Matt!” I rush forward and wrap my arms around his thick furey neck.
“Can I...uh...go back now?”
“Sure! Yeah, of course!” I back away. “Close your eyes and find the cold in your stomach this time, and do the same thing you did with the warmth.” His green eyes disappear and then he is human again. He smiles at me, and I grin back. I notice that his smile becomes forced and mine disappears.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. His smile fades completely.
“I don’t know how to lead a pack, or even how to help lead a pack.” I step forward and fold him into my arms.
“The fact that you had green eyes as soon as I changed you instead of me having to give you the green eyes to become Beta means that you’ll be a natural at it. It means that you were born to be the Beta of my pack, Matt, you’ll do fine.”
“I hope so, Eris.”
“Trust me, Matt, you will.”
“I do trust you. With my life.”
“Good.” Suddenly, the screaming starts up again. I sigh, and turn to see a large grey wolf standing in the doorway of the door from the cafeteria that leads outside, looking down at a girl who has passed out on the floor. 26 Werewolves of all different colors crowd behind the grey wolf that I know as Twila. I roll my eyes.
“You know, you could have come in human form,” I mumble. They all morph back and Twila steps forward, embracing me. I pat her long perfectly straight brown hair, and pull back to look into her deep brown eyes. She smiles at me and I kiss her extremely tan forehead.
“You are one of the people I’m most excited to see, Twila.” In one of my books Twila is my best friend amongst the pack.
“I am most glad to see you as well, Eris.” I smiled at her.