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U.P. Chapter 2.Ash looked around and yelled in frustration. He was dreaming again. He growled and unsheathed his claws then took of running, tearing apart anything in his way. There was no way he was going to be trapped in this dream. Ash stopped abruptly and sunk to his knees. He raked his claws down the sides of his arms and watched as his blood trickled to the ground. If this was a dream why could he feel pain?
Surge appeared in front of him. "I was almost sure you were stronger than this," He smirked.
"Who are you?" Ash asked. Although the figure before him looked like Surge, he knew it wasn't.
"Is it that hard to figure out?" The wolf grinned, "I'm
HS Chapter 1High school.
In other words; living hell.
Song stared at her lap as Surge pulled his black van into the parking lot of their new school. They had gotten kicked out of their last school due to a huge fight that Surge got into with one of the teachers. And she was not looking to getting expelled again. She was just hoping Surge might lay low this year.
"I'll see you at lunch, ok?" He glanced at her and took his keys out of the ignition.
"Yeah," Song muttered and grabbed her book bag.
"If things get too bad just text me," Surge put a hand on her shoulder. Song shrugged it off and opened her car door.
"I'll be fine." She hopped out of the c
U.P. Chapter 1"Song?" Ash gently nudged the sleeping cat. "Song, you have to get up,"
"Nooo " She muttered, rolling over so her face was buried in her pillow. Shenzi walked into the room.
"Any luck?" Shenzi smirked.
"No," Ash frowned. He looked down at Song and shook his head slightly.
"Well, we've got to go soon. Surge said the house is ready and the new owners for ours are going to be here soon."
"I could always carry her " Ash offered.
"That might be best. I'll be out in the car waiting." Shenzi left the room. Ash gently lifted Song of the ground and cradled her in his arms. There was something about her. The way she would never give up,
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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