For the whole week, Emily tried to be normal; she got up, went to school, and came home.
Though she felt different, she didn't know how, but she didn't feel like herself. The night before, she had gone to sleep feeling like she was missing something, and her dreams were filled with forests and scenes that looked like something out of fantasy movies, tall trees and deep caves with glowing fish and birds the size of a house that looked like a phoenix. What woke her from the fantastic dream was a scream..............
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The White Wolf
FantasyNobody in Seymour ever believed Emily's tales about the magnificent, blue-eyed white wolf that she often encountered at the edge of the woods by her family's farm. Even she can't deny the dream-like qualities of the wolf's presence, there one second...
