This is the story about Hazell, who hasn't been accepting the fact she is a werewolf because she was bullied when she was young. When a newcomer arrives in town she either has the opportunity to fall in love and accept the Night World, and who she is, or her whole life will fall appart. What will the outcome be?
The Fallen Wolf
Today was going to change Hazell’s life, but she didn’t know that yet. When she woke up feeling even more tired than when she went to bed it seemed like every other day. The first thing she did was pick up her work shirt off the floor and put it on with a pair of jeans. When she went down for breakfast her mum was already there feeding her screaming 5 year old twin brothers. Normal. Her older sister Roxy was still asleep after going on the date that her parents set up for her. (Cringe!) And her older brother was probably still running in the forest with his new girlfriend, Beth, who her parents introduced to him to. Hazell can never understand what he likes so much about running. It makes you all dirty, out of breath and you have to be careful about getting your clothes back or you could face the total embarrassment of standing in front of people naked. She grabbed an apple and left the house, with her weekend homework in her bag. Her parents always let her keep to herself because all these year of trying to convince her that being a werewolf was a good thing hadn’t made any difference to the way she feels, they were giving up now and were just letting her be miserable.
It took her 3 times to get her truck to start before she could kangaroo hop all the way to the pet shop where she worked. Also normal. When she got there the idiots that her parents had employed hadn’t done half the work they should of by now, so as usual she was left to do most of the heavy lifting and feed all the animals by herself.
That was the bit Hazel liked most. She made sure no one ever found out that she liked the animals because then they might mistake her for being capable of having any other emotion apart from anger and boredom. She loved it how they always seemed happy even thought they were locked up in a cage waiting to be sold so they can be moved and then locked up in a cage somewhere else. That was how she felt sometimes, trapped and having someone else make all your decisions for you.
The rabbits were always hopping around chewing on a piece of carrot, the birds were always chirping so loud you could hear it across the store and the mice were always huddled up in a corner with all their brothers and sisters, quite happy to sleep all day. The fish were the best, they were her favourite. She loved how they can be content with swimming back and forth in the same small tank a hundred times a day and they didn’t seem to be going at all insane. Even watching them swim soothed her, but she only did it when no one else was watching. She loved the exotic colour and how the fish could come in all different shapes and sizes. After a while the colours would all blend in together and she felt like she was in a daydream.
When she opened the door to start the day there was always the usual customers waiting outside. Mrs. Penny, the old lady from her street, was going to buy seeds and sandpaper for her budgies cage, Mr. Coon, the man who bought a rat from the shop last week, will come in everyday to ask yet another question about feeding habits or sleeping habits. And so the day went on. Another normal day, in her family’s normal pet shop, in their normal little town. Or that’s what everyone else was supposed to think anyway.
She suddenly realised this day was going to be bad it was when she caught sight of a young guy about her age, leaning into the rabbit’s pen and stroking Floppy’s ear. This was bad because on the guy’s wrist she could see a small tattoo of a black iris, the sign for the Night Word people. The people she tried to avoid at all costs and the people she almost never saw in her pet store. (Believe it or not vampires, witches and werewolves weren’t really animal people most of the time.) She found herself staring at the tattoo for longer than she really wanted to; she sat so still someone might have thought she was a permanent fixture in the store. Without moving an inch of her body, her eyes slowly ran up to the guys elbow then up to his shoulder then just as she got to his chin she saw him lean out of the cage and he was standing directly facing her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look up any further. In a flash she grabbed the homework she was scribbling on and made a dash for the staff room.
Ok, first chapter what do you think? Any suggestions? Hope you like it =]