Freya
Spotting my first wolf last night, I went to the back of the house hoping I would somehow see him again. There wasn’t any sight of him. Recalling the way, he looked at me when I was in my most painful moment, it felt almost human-like. I can never forget his stare. I’m disappointed it was only for a short time before he ran back off into the forest.
“Freya,” I heard Zira calling.
“I’m coming,” I ran around the house.
Grandma Zoey and Zira were on the porch; in their hands, I saw they had their handbags.
“Are you both going somewhere?” I asked monitoring them.
“The house needs some food supplies and also you might need some stuff for school next week.”
I forgot I had school in two days.
“I have everything I need for school,” I told them.
I wasn’t the type of girl who liked going out. I loved being locked up in my room and reading wolf shifter romances attired in large blouses, any clothes that were oversized and felt cozy.
“Freya, your grand aunt and I are not going to leave you here all alone by yourself,” they both walked from the porch.
“Come,” Zira wrapped one of her arms around my shoulder and led me to the car. I had no choice but to go.
I sat at the back of the car and covered my head with the hood of my grey sweater as my grandaunt and grandma got into the car. The car started and we were on our way to the supermarket. I glanced back at the house, wishing I didn’t have to go.
A large sign that display, Forgotten High School 3 minutes away, on the right sight of the road, made my belly churn, nervously. At my old school, I didn’t have any friends. I guess I wasn’t someone who promised you any fun. I would sit alone quietly reading my books. I hated I was going to attend a new school when I had started to feel comfortable at castle high.
“This is the knock off Starbucks shop that every teenager are at, who are here,” Grandma slowed down. “It would be good for you to make yourself known to some of the girls there that will be attending the same school as you.”
I glanced at the left side of the car at a large building and immediately, I turned my head away seeing all the young adults who seemed to be my age through a large glass window, they were laughing and chatting. I wasn’t that type of person. I doubt they would want to be my friend, they seemed like the popular student who enjoyed bullying people like me, the quiet and unpopular ones.
“Grandma, I’m not interested in a drink or pastries, I just want to go back home,” I muttered.
“Okay,” my grandma drove past the shop.
The car drove through a parking area and parked.
We got out.
“You’re going to get bored following two bunch of old ladies while they do their shopping. There’s a bookstore that’s next to the supermarket, you can buy some new books.”
My grandaunt gave me some cash and soon we all crossed the road. I went into the bookstore while they went into the supermarket.
It was a small bookstore, I walked around looking for a new werewolf romance to read. I didn’t see any.
“Excuse me, do you have any werewolf romance novels?” I asked a young female that showed she worked there.
“What!" she laughed. "No,” she then replied.
I felt embarrassed and hurriedly left the store, while thoughts flooded my mind of her laughing at me assuming I was some freak.
Back at my school, I didn’t know anyone that was obsessed with werewolf romance like I did. I know a number of girls who loved Stephanie Myers movies based on her popular novel Twilight, but that was just it. They were only into the movies and not the book. I prefer the book, my imagination of Jacob was perfect than the male in the movie. My hands folded and I waited to cross the road.
“Hey, do you want to go into the woods to take some better picture,” A Male and a female that looked my age walk past me?
I hid the right side of my face with my hood, shyly.
“No, remember it’s the mating season from last night and Sheriff Hartshorn strictly forbids us from going into the forest until tomorrow,” the female retorted.
“Oh, I forgot.”
My mind went back to the wolf from last night, I now knew why I had seen him again. It was the mating season.
I stopped myself before I almost cross the road, there was a blue pick-up truck I didn’t see coming. As it drives past me, I felt like my breath stopped seeing who was in the driver's seat. It was him, the one who rescued me when I was lost in the forest. I gazed at the truck until it disappeared.
“Freya,” I heard my grandma calling me.
My grandma and Zira were coming from the supermarket already. I rushed to help them with the bags.
“Have you found any books you like?” Zira asked as I placed the groceries in the trunk and locked it.
“No," I replied.
We got in the car returning home. As we did, I realized I never got to thank him for rescuing me. I hoped I will soon, I thought, as I played with my fingers nervously. I wasn’t the type of person who had any guts to approach anyone.
“How about hamburger for dinner?” my grandma eyed me in the rear-view mirror.
I nodded with a smile. Hamburgers and fries with a large strawberry milkshake are my favourites.