So, here it is. I was willing to put up the first chapter of my story for everyone to read. Now if you don't mind I would like constructive criticism, so please leave something about it.
And here it is . . .
Chapter 1
Abigail
Full Moon – Midnight
It’s time, thought Abigail. They will be running by soon. Abigail thought excitedly. She pulled her sweatshirt on and walked slowly down the stairs, as to not wake up her mother. Her back door opened silently and closed behind her with the faintest of clicks. Abigail’s back yard was pitch dark with the only light coming from the moon, leaving her with the eerie feeling of being watched. But Abigail shook it off. It is only because it’s midnight, she told herself. The forest surrounded her, encircling her against her house, had shadows from the full moon’s light. They were shadows of things that weren’t really there. Abigail shivered; the feeling of being watched was back with more intensity. She turned, an owl sat perched on the lowest branch of an old oak tree. He was staring at her; his eyes were big and glossy in the moonlight. He was snow white with a few black spots on his back and belly. He looked nothing like the barn owls Abigail remembers seeing at her friend Becky’s barn. The owl was beautiful in the moonlight. Yea, beautiful but also extremely creepy, she thought as she moved to sit under a neighboring oak. Abigail could not see very far into the forest, for the moon shone ghastly shadows inside, disturbing her vision. But still Abigail sat there, waiting for them.
Moments passed, the snow owl still stared, unmoving, and it seemed as if the moon only shone brighter. Her breathing increased as she heard feet pounding on the forest floor, coming towards her. The owl turned towards the coming noise and hooted, he looked back at Abigail and spread his wings. The owl hooted one last time and flew low over Abigail’s head and into the moon, the shape only silhouetted in its bright shadow. The footsteps grew louder, vibrating the earth beneath her. Abigail was awe struck, like she was every month since last spring, as they ran by. She watched, straining her eyes as one by one they ran past her. Finally, she knew he was there, he was always last; her stark white wolf ran past her. The full moon shone down on him, blinding Abigail for a moment, as the contrast between his fur and the forest was too bright. Then, as if he knew she was watching, he stopped and turned towards her, staring at her. His eyes were large and icy blue and shined in the moonlight. Abigail gasped, the pack kept running but he stopped and stared. His eyes bore into Abigail’s, almost as if he tried to see through her. Abigail sat up on her knees and outstretched her hand, to do what, she didn’t know. He moved closer, almost as if her was going to touch her hand, but then thought better of it and ran off. He ran faster than Abigail has ever seen him run, and he left her there in the darkness.
Abigail’s alarm went off early the next morning. She groaned. The sun shone brightly through her window, creating vertical shadows on her floor. Abigail stood up, groaning as her muscles stretched and popped. Wednesday, she thought, what the hell is going on, on a Wednesday. Abigail groaned, realizing she still had two more days till it was Saturday and that her wolf wouldn’t be running by again till tonight. Abigail sat on the edge of her bed and brought the heels of her palms to her eyes, trying to rub the sleep out of them. Four hours of sleep, that’s all Abigail got. Between staying outside till one with her wolf until she was left alone in the dark with another snowy owl. When she finally felt that she would fall asleep outside she trekked back inside so her mother wouldn’t freak. Then when she got back upstairs, even lying down she still couldn’t sleep. The wolves were howling and it sounded like they were fighting, almost as if they were trying to hurt one another. However over all of that noise she could hear the hooting of two owls that flew past her window, as if they left and found each other after she left.
Abigail sighed as she made her way down the stairs after getting ready for school. Her mother wasn’t downstairs; she called out to her however she didn’t answered. Walking into the kitchen she saw a note hanging under a magnet of their family picture.
Abigail was written neatly across the top in her mother’s elegant script. We are sorry that we have to leave you alone this morning but I got called into work earlier than usual; however I will see you tonight around the same time as always. Your lunch money is on the table. Love you.
Her note was short but it got across what she had to say, she will probably be going in at this time every day from now on. Abigail knew that last time her boss asked her to stay late her mother ended up staying till that time every day, now not getting home till close to eight. So she placed the note back under the magnet and grabbed the money from the table. Deciding to forgo breakfast this morning she grabbed her bag and hopped into her small ’95 Saturn and left.
Abigail sat in the car and fumed over her mother’s new schedule, Abigail knew that at some point her mother would have to leave for work earlier. She knew that her mother was getting more engrossed in her work after her father left last year. But Abigail never knew it would go this far. She barely saw her mother as it was, now she was leaving before Abigail even woke up and not coming home till after she had eaten dinner. Abigail sighed, she had enough of thinking about her mother, and the bell was about to ring anyway.
Classes dragged on, not even her best friend, Becky, could keep her entertained throughout the day. Nor the stories she told about a new kid in town. She only had one thing on her mind, her wolf. They would be running by again tonight, and that was the only thing she could think of at the time. Half way through chemistry something did catch her attention. A boy, about her age maybe older, walked into the room. Normally she wouldn’t have noticed such a minor detail about her day however; she was caught up in his stark white hair. Abigail looked between the boy and the drawing of her favorite wolf. Even though the wolf was colorless on her notebook paper, Abigail swore that the color of both the boy’s hair and the color of the wolf were identical.
Abigail was even more shocked when the boy with the stark hair came and sat next to her, obviously she hadn’t heard the teacher say that he was her lab partner. Abigail still gawked at him when he took a seat next to her and turned to introduce himself.
“Hello, name’s Dean Douglas” The boy with stark white hair turned and told her with a small smile, and a hint of recognition in his eyes. “What’s yours?”
“Abigail, Abigail Adams” She said nervously. Abigail wasn’t great at making new friends, hell she wasn’t even good at meeting new people. She tucked loose strand of hair behind her ear and nibbled on her bottom lip, a clear sign of unease. It seemed as though Dean had known that she felt nervous because he gave her a small smile and turned back to the front of the room.
Now that he was not staring at her Abigail could concentrate some more on what was going on around her. She noticed that not only did Dean have the same stark white hair as the wolf but he also had the same icy blue eyes as her wolf. His cheeks, nose and chin were angular, and a look down his body showed Abigail that he was toned but not over muscular. Just the way I like ‘em. Abigail thought, then blushed profusely. How did that thought come up? Abigail wasn’t one to think of boys she just met like that. But then again it seems as if she knows him from somewhere. It’s only the freaky coincidence that Dean and the wolf and the same color hair and eyes, she thought and realized that that was as close to rational as it was going to get. Abigail had no idea why he was so familiar with her, so she turned around and went back to the doodles that now were forming as Dean and the wolf. Abigail shook her head and sighed, this is going to be a long day, and she thought as the bell rang and Dean slowly got up from his seat and left the room. He did so but not without a backwards glance and a small smile in Abigail’s direction. I have no idea why the font changed like that, but it did. *shrugs* I hope you like it, cause I have to go and re-write and English paper, and do two projects. So, I hope my little detour from homework was worth it!
Maggie ♥
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