How to Handle Rejection - Maybe

Chapter 5

The lights flicked on in my room. I rolled over, groaning. Barbie came in, cake in hand. "Happy one-year anniversary!" she squealed. I sat up, giggling at her childish voice. It had been a year since she had found me, and I was finally happy. I hadn't had any troubles with my memories since the first night at Barbie's apartment.

I rubbed my hands together. "Oh, yum! Cake for breakfast!" Somehow, I had managed to keep my weight the entire year. Barbie, who told me she was a doctor, said that it was probably because I had gotten some kind of disorder from not eating for several days. Barbie snatched the cake back when I reached for it.

"No, it's for after lunch. So, you go and eat some cereal, get dressed, and we'll go to the mall." She clapped her hands together in excitement. I stuck my tongue out, but got out of bed anyways. She followed me into the kitchen and set the cake down.

I opened the cabinet and pulled out the cereal and a bowl. Fruity Pebbles, yum. My mouth was already watering. I put the cereal box back and grabbed the milk from the fridge. Before I poured it, I unconciously scratched the scar on my wrist, and flinched. I ignored it, and continued my routine.

I scarfed down all the pebbles I could and rinsed my bowl and spoon off and placed them in the dishwasher. I skipped back to my room. Opening a drawer, I pulled out a black undershirt and black, loose shirt that had a wolf with green eyes on it. After putting those on, I changed my pajama pants to some black skinny jeans.

Putting on my original Converse, I ran back to the living room. Barbie was waiting for me. She had on a pink, skin tight top and some regular, white-washed pants. She grinned at me, her light blue eyes flashing. "Hey, babe." I laughed. Barbie laughed as well, and grabbed her keys. "Let's role."

As we were waiting in the elevator to take us to the garage, Barbie turned to me. "So, you excited for next month?" she asked. Oh, right, my 20th birthday was next month, June. "Uh, yeah I guess." I shrugged. Barbie pouted. "Oh, come on. You need to start making a list of what you want." I only shrugged again.

Barbie rolled her eyes, but stepped off once the elevator's doors opened. We strolled over to her white Corvette, and got in. She smoothly pulled out of the parking space, and then the garage, into the busy road. She took all the turns needed to get to the mall. Which was as busy as ever.

To my surprise, she had found a spot right as she pulled into the parking lot. Turning off the ignition, we both got out, putting on our sunglasses. Mine was the reflective aviator pilot sunglasses, and hers was some kind of Chanel. We walked across the road into the doors of the mall.

Exhausted, Barbie and I poured back into our apartment. We could hardly squeeze through, due to all of our bags. I was never able to do this back home. No, this is my home. I corrected myself. Both of us went to our rooms to put our clothes away. Again, we had trouble scooting down the hallway.

I dumped the bags onto my bed. Putting my hands on my hips, I tried to figure out where to put all these clothes. Pulling open the drawers and my closet's doors, I tried to find some space. I had to shove the into the drawers the best I could, and find any empty hangars in the closet. It took ten minutes just to do all that. I'm going to need to get rid of some clothes. I sighed.

I turned to the other five bags. "What to do, what to do..." I breathed. Putting clothes away was a lot harder than it looks. Not used to all these clothes, I did what anyone else would do. I simply picked up the bags, and shoved them under my bed.

Now that we were back, I really had to pee. I shimmied across the hall to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I check my hair in the mirror. It had grown a little bit, and it wasn't so messy. It actually was a really good look for me. I smiled at the mirror. Then I remembered what my mother had once said, making my face droop.

"C'mon, Tilly! I want some cake!" I heard Barbie whine from the kitchen. "I'm coming, I'm coming. It's not like you'll die in the next thirty seconds." I joked. But then she did. The door was kicked down, and I heard gunshots. I ran out of my room into the living room to see a blood pool at the entrance. Two men turned their guns on me.

That was when I first shifted in front of humans. My large, black wolf snarled at them, dodging the bullets they blasted at us. She barged through them and out the door. Continuing her speed, she lept out the window. Good thing Barbie and I were only on the second story.

I heard yells of shock, but I ignored it, heading North. Now there was nothing left for me. barbie had been kind enough not to tell the cops that I had ran away, even though I was nineteen now. On the inside, I was crying, which made my wolf whine as she ran.

Dodging through the cars that squeeled on their brakes, we continued on. Like last year, we just kept running for a couple of days. Maybe longer. I don't know anymore. It felt like a couple days, but then again, it was probably a whole lot longer. My wolf had to do all the hard work, because I had no clothes. They all ripped off when we ran and I had left the rest behind.

We ran quickly, but still took some walking breaks for food and water, and taking care of our necessities. Most of the people that I passed just assumed I was a stray dog. There were a lot there, and some even played tag with me. Then I saw something that made my stomach growl. A butcher shop.

While I was looking inside the window, licking my chomps, the owner walked out. I cowarded away from him, but he set down some sausages and a bowl of water in front of me. I gave his hand a thankful lick, digging in. Man, the word delicious does not explain how amazing that stuff tasted.

One day, I noticed cops asking people questions while I was staying next to the butcher shop for a week. Apon closer inspection, I saw my picture. Of course, no one knew that it was me. When the cop walked by, I patted my tail against the ground. He gave me a nice scratch behind my ears, but he gave me a look. Like he knew that I was human.

That night, I went to the nearby woods. I had found a sign taht said it was the Redwoods in Eureka California. I raised my brows at that, because Eureka was very far from L.A. I shrugged it off, and went to curl up next to a tree, deep in the park. I fell asleep to the familiar sound of crickets chirping.