3. Chapter Three-The Party(We Weren't Invited To)
I'm outside, watching Ron put paving stones in the yard. Judy, Sam's mom, is walking over them, talking about their "wobbly" nature, or that they're uneven. I roll my eyes as I smile. Sam walks out, shaking his keys like the show off he is. Right onto the grass. I grin, because I know what's happening next.
"I do not like footprints on my grass. That's why I built my path."
"What foot...there's no footprints."
"Sam, just stop arguing and get on the path," I reprimand. Ron nods.
"She's right Sam."
Sam walks to Judy, shaking his head. I walk on the path to Sam's Camaro. I trail my fingers over the hood, just slightly letting my nails drag, not enough to hurt the paint, but enough to feel it. I could've sworn the car shivered. I sit in the passenger side, watching as Sam walks over to the car, sitting inside, as his parents yell something to him. He starts the car, and black smoke pours out of the back. A second later, I couldn't see Judy or Ron. We drive to Miles' house and pick him up. He sits up front, while I sit in the back.
"Hello, beautiful. What's shaking?"
"My head at your pathetic pick up lines." Sam laughs. Miles looks ahead, obviously rejected. We get to the party we were supposedly invited to.
"Dude, are you sure we're invited to this party?"
"Of course, Miles, it's a lake. Public property." We stop.
"Yeah, Miles, now get outta the car!" I practically shove him out of the door.
"Fine, fine..." He mutters something about stubborn women and no respect.
They get out and I start to shake. Not noticeably, but enough for me to tremble slightly. I take a deep breath and pull my legs into a lotus position. Which is not easy when you're in the backseat of a car. I put my hands on my knees, taking deep breaths, until the tremors stop. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew was we were in front of the forest that surrounds my home. I love nature. It's calming. I nod to Sam as he helps me out of the car. He smiles. I walk closer to the trees as he drives away. I walk to my house and hear my friend, Mayonaka, howling. As soon as I see the copper colored wolf trot towards me, I break into a run, stopping right in front of her. Yes, Mayonaka is a wolf. No, she's not my pet, she's my friend. I walk past her after rubbing her behind the ears. We walk into my cottage-looking home and I bring her a raw steak from the temperature controlled bag in the freezer. I smile and she purrs as I walk to my room, laying down and falling asleep instantly. I didn't mean to, but I hadn't slept in a couple of weeks. I was tired. All I knew after was darkness.