NOT CHARTERS FROM TWILIGHT



Tomorrow is a new day, to bad. Why? I have no freaking idea; Just ask these crazy evil people who think they are helping me. Everyone thinks they know what I’m going through o that they can help me.
Let me start over, My name is Claira Hale. I’m a special “person”, I have long brown hair green eyes. Oh… and I’m a werewolf. Yea. See my life is complicated, not only am I the Chief’s ONLY Daughter, I’m the “Silver one” whatever that is, see only a week hace I was the most Normal person ever nothing special about me. I went to school, had my friends, my family was normal o so I thought. Yesterday I started feeling bad so I go inicial and my dad starts freaking out and siguiente thing I know there’s a 340 pound brown lobo in my living room.
Just then I start getting smaller o shorter, growing fur, and my teeth become sharp and long. So here I am a grayish wolf, standing 5 feet away from my lobo dad. So tu see how I could think I’m going crazy. So of course I had to see if I had a tail, so I started spinning in a circulo, círculo looking like a idiot. “Claire, Claire almeja down” my dad told me walking over to me “CLAM DOWN, I’m a DOG how, why sould I almeja down?!” “first so I can explain, segundo your not a dog, you’re a wolf” “Well then that makes it better” I replied, he ignored my tone and continued “first tu need to change back” Well of course “How do I do that” “think human” I just looked at him “Think about being human” So I thought and started to grow my pelaje, piel shrieked and I could stand up
“See that wasn’t so hard” I looked down, I was wearing the same thing I had when I changed “I guess not” I looked my dad was dad, I rubbed my eyes “I think it’s time I explain” “you think” he went to get his keys “Claire I think we should go somewhere else” “why” “it will help me tell you” “ok” “go get in the truck” as I started to walk outside dad pulled out his phone and called someone, por the time a was in the truck I heard a lobo howl, it was common to hear it, just it felt different like I knew it was calling it’s pack, I have always liked lobos wanted to study them but because of what just happened I might rethink that carrier choice. Dad got in the truck and started west “where are we going to?” no mistaking the fear in my voice “to met some old friends” he seemed nervous and excited at once, “oh..” after about 20 minutos of driving we pulled up to a long drive way when a say long that’s just what a mean to. “Claire?” “Yea Dad” “Are tu worried?” YES “Not really” I was not about to admit that I was terrified he could see that but I had to try, Ya see, all my life I lived with my Dad it was just us my mom died from a mountain lion attack didn’t have any brothers o sisters it was great, many times Dad went fishing trip 5 o 6 times a week never for to long though I never asked más then how was it? And did tu have a good day? Now think he was doing something more. We got to the end of the drive way and saw a few people looking at me. They all looked, well strange. Three my lucky number it gave me the smallest bit of hope. Three guys standing outside my truck a well muscled men about 21, a lighter older man looked important black short hair gray in it about 40 then there was a boy about my age maybe 16 short cropped black and skin lighter then the others but darker then me brown eyes that looked like leche chocolate and very lean cut the weird thing was he was looking at me. Like I was a ghost of a princess, I since of respect and dignity like he didn’t want to mostrar that level of respect. Dad was already out of the truck talking to the older looking man “Richard, it time” I heard my dad say “I thought so” the man named Richard was saying “Claire” I jumped out of the car at my dad’s bellowing voice “Claire this is Richard Greene, that over there” he pointed at the 21 año old “Is Seth Greene, and that” Pointing to the youngest “Is Jacob Drainere” I wanted to be very polite to the only one who looked like he didn’t want me here, it wasn’t a ‘go to hell’ look but a ‘She doesn’t deserve to have that look’ “Hello” I dicho in my sweetest voice “Hello, Claire” Oh my god, His voice was deep, soft, and had a bajo sound to it almost magical, I played his words in my head over and over again, I shivered then I remembered that I could blush a spoke again to hide my red cheeks. “H..hello



See not so bad, if i get a few comentarios i'll post part 2