Otayyyy, so this story is written by me, Shawnee/Poptarts. Idk if Taylor is ever going to write anything on here besides poems, but who knows? She might surprise meh. :3
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Running. That's what I was doing; running for my life. I knew this was just a dream, but I couldn't wake up for some reason. I needed to, but I couldn't. My eyes wouldn't open. I was blind in my own world that my mind had so devilishly created. Something was chasing me; I knew it. I HAD to get away from it. God, help me now. Please...
I started awake. Looking around the darkened room, I felt the cold sweat running down my neck and arms. This dream had been haunting me for the past month now, and I couldn't shake it no matter what. I looked at my clock beside my bed; 6:00. Half an hour before I had to get up to get ready for school, but I decided to get up anyway. There was no way I could get back to sleep with that nightmare.
I swung my legs out of the bed and got up, walking across the room to my dresser. My clothes had already been picked out by my families maid, Aria. I pulled on the black and white striped tank-top and the white skinny jeans, brushing my long black and white hair. My blue eyes looked tired so I went to the bathroom and splashed some water on them. I heard my door creak open and a soft whimper sounded. I looked behind me and saw my black wolf, James, peering at me through the darkness.
"Come here, buddy." I whispered, walking over to him and crouching down, rubbing his head softly. "What's up?"
He yipped quietly, turning in a circle.
"You want out? Okay."
I went down the stairs of my pack house, opening the door and letting him out. You may be asking Pack? What Pack?
Well, I'm a werewolf. I'm the Beta of the Daylight Pack, actually. My name is Ever Smith.
James whimpered at me and let out a little yip.
"What is it, James/" I whispered. He whined and looked at the house, flattening his ears. I looked up and saw a light on in my best friend's room. "What's Grizzly doing now?" I muttered.
I went back inside with James, walking up the stairs and knocking on Grizzly's door.
I heard some shuffling before the words "Come in." sounded.
Opening the door a bit, I saw my lanky glasses-ridden best friend sitting on his bed with a textbook open. "What's up?" I asked. James came in and jumped on the bed, laying down across it. Grizzly looked at me.
"Nothing, really. Just studying for the math test tomorrow. What about you?"
I looked down. "Can't sleep..." I muttered.
"Nightmares again?" he asked.
"Yeah..."
He sighed. "Well, I have to go to bed now. I hope you stop having those nightmares, though. Just because your dad was killed by a rouge doesn't mean that you should have nightmares about it."
I flinched at those words. "Don't talk about that, okay?" I growled. "Please. Just... Drop it."
Running back to my room, I heard Grizzly calling my name, but I didn't turn back. I slammed my door and locked it, sinking to the ground and letting out silent sobs. My dad was a very touchy subject for me, so I didn't like talking about him. I sank into a deep sleep, finally not having the nightmare.
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After a few hours, I woke up to the bright sunlight shining in my eyes. I groaned and stood up, stretching my back. It hurt from sitting next to the door for so long asleep. James was whining outside my door, so I opened it and let him in. He sighed and laid on my bed. I went downstairs to where Lila Wynters, the Luna of my pack, was cooking. Mike, her husband, was sitting at the table drinking coffee. I sat down at the table and yawned. Mike looked up from reading the newspaper and laughed.
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Shattered Promises
Teen FictionEver Smith is the beta of the Daylight Pack, and had a best friend; Grizzly Edwards. He was always picked on in school, and told that he was worth nothing. Ever was his only friend in the pack, even though she was the popular, beautiful, amazing bet...