• ~
    I didn’t know how long we walked. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, or it could have been days. I lost all track of time with Spots, and I felt oddly comfortable. I kept my left hand on his side the whole time, and looked straight ahead…except for those 100 or so times that I glanced over at Spots, but those don’t count. (You can’t honestly say that you wouldn’t look over at a giant wolf/dog/thing while you strolled along in the woods, can you? I didn’t think so.)
    Whenever I was about to fall asleep or stumble off the trail, Spots would lick me to help wake me up, or nudge me in the right direction. A few times I thought I was dreaming; I was known to have very vivid dreams. But do you blame me? A giant wolf was parading along at my side; it was taking me home instead of shredding me to pieces. Well, I still wasn’t completely sure it was a wolf, but I didn’t see any other options. But then again, I could’ve been going crazy.
    Oh well. Going crazy couldn’t be that bad…
    When I was about to collapse from exhaustion, we burst through the underbrush and I found myself facing my backyard gate. It was cracked open a bit, with just enough room to slip through into the safe haven of tamed grass and birdbaths; that was just the way I left it.
    I turned around to pet the wolf one last time, to thank it for taking me home, for walking me to safety, for not eating me. Maybe the dog was really heaven sent. But when I turned that way, it-a he or a she, I’m not sure-was gone. Not there. Missing. However you wanted to put it, I was alone. I was completely and utterly alone.
    I looked back at the underbrush that framed the edge of the deadly forest. There were no footprints except the ones created by my designer brand shoes. There was nothing there to prove that I’d ever had company. Everything supported the evidence that I was crazy, and it frightened me. I laughed a grim laugh; the kind that came when you were on the edge of hysteria.
    Deciding that weather or not I belonged in an asylum didn’t matter at the moment I slipped through the back gate, locking it securely behind me, and into my air conditioned home.
    I was physically and mentally exhausted, so I decided on something that would help both. A shower.
    -
    After a hot, steamy shower, I slipped into a pair of baggy, plaid PJ pants and a matching green tank. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, fluffed up my pillow, and pulled myself into bed. I closed my eyes and fell asleep wondering if I really might’ve been insane, and just how far out of the loop I was.
    ~
    I sighed, sitting out under the night sky. It was clear and starry. The moon was full, but for a small sliver on the top right. I lay down on the grass and sighed. It was so nice and peaceful. And it was oh-so comfortable. A growl startled me and I was snapped out of my thoughts. I stood, turned, and found myself face-to-face with Spots. But he wasn’t growling at me, he was growling at something behind me. I turned around again. A pale figure with red eyes stood under the shadows of the trees. He had dark bruises under his eyes and black hair, which I noticed as he stepped toward my guardian and I. He smiled an evil smile, showing his pointed, venom coasted fangs.
    ~
    I awoke with a scream on my lips.
    After it had died down to a pathetic whimper, my eyes flicked through my room.
    Nothing was out of place. My queen sized bed was still pushed up against the far side of the wall, the wall opposite the door, and was framed by my huge window. In the corner, at the foot of my bed, was a small chair and footstool. There was a lamp standing like a statue next to it so I could read. My dresser was on the same wall as my door, but further to the left. A desk was next to it with my computer from California set up on it.
    Nothing was out of place, and that’s what bothered me. There was no proof at all that I lived here; no laundry on the floor, no necessities thrown about my dresser, no textbooks open on my desk. It was…picture perfect. And the whole thing made me want to throw a tantrum, or make a mess, or be a pig…
    A piercing bell brought me back from Cloud 9. The doorbell was really an annoying sound. I slipped on a jacket over my spaghetti straps, re-did my ponytail, and slid into my slippers. I raced down the hall, past my bathroom, down the stairs and jerked to a stop in front of the front door. I took a deep breath and opened it.
    At the door was Ann, standing in short PJ shorts and a Fall Out Boy tank. Her wavy hair was a jumbled mess, and her eyes were half closed. She looked tired, yes, but not naturally tired. It was like she wanted to check on me and had to make it look like she had been sleeping. She resembled an actress who was told that she was supposed to look tired…and failed miserably. It all seemed sort of…staged. I pressed my lips together to suppress a sigh; I was just being paranoid again.
    Behind the failing actress, I could see the sun just clearing the horizon.
    “Cate?” she asked groggily. “Are you alright?”
    My face could’ve only been one of black surprise. “Yeah, I am. Why?”
    She hesitated and her eyes darted into the still-dark entryway of my house. She was looking for something.
    “I thought I heard a scream,” she finally relented, slowly, as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger, “and I came to see if you were OK.”
    I blushed realizing that I’d woken her. “Y-yeah, I’m OK,” I repeated, surprised that I’d worried her. “I, uh, had a bad dream…” My voice trailed off and I wiped some sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. My monthly dreams seemed quite real to my body, and waking in a sweat was fairly normal.
    She didn’t believe me at first-Ann, I mean. Something glinted in her eyes as she stood on her toes and peered into my house. She sniffed the air for a split second-literately; she actually sniffed it!-before rocking back on her heals. Ann looked paler in the moonlight, and her eyes were darker, too-almost a purple shade, and there were dark circles under them. For a moment, I remember the dark haired man in my dream and shuddered.
    At last Ann relaxed and turned her eyes back to my face. “If you say so,” she mumbled. I couldn’t help but catch something in her voice, though. Relief, I think it was. She was glad that whatever she was looking for wasn’t there.
    “Call if you need me,” her thin voice chimed as she walked back to her side of the porch. “I’ll see you later, Cate.” She glanced back at me for a split second before walking into her house and shutting the door.
    She was far too aware to have just been sleeping; it was more likely that she had just had a dozen Cokes. Why was she pretending, then? Why would she fake sleep? So she wouldn’t get caught, was all I could figure. But get caught doing what? I shook my head and looked up.
    As I stood there looking at the faded shape of the moon, barely visible in the morning dawn, I noticed something. It was a full moon. The night’s dream came back to me with sudden clarity, all the horror with it, and I gripped the doorframe tight.
    Breathe, I reminded myself. Remember to breathe. With shaking hands, I closed the door. Taking that much-needed deep breath, I leaned against the door. I stood there for a few minutes, listening to my breathing, not quite even in the aftershock.
    In, out. In, out. In, out.
    Remembering the sweat covering my face and causing my shirt to cling, I sighed. As I pulled myself up the stairs, a grim smile danced on my lips. I’m going to run out of hot water soon, I thought. But I quickly brightened. The school was paying for my water; I could take as many hot showers as I needed.
    -
    After nearly burning my skin in the shower, I toweled myself dry. Slipping into a pair of denim jeans and a Cute Is What We Aim For shirt, I pulled my still damp, red hair into a sloppy bun. I didn’t bother with any make-up, and slid into my old tennis shoes. Outside it was cloudy, but that didn’t faze me.
    If I was going to be irrationally stupid, there was no going back, and I might as well be ridiculously thorough. So I would ignore the weather-and all common sense-and go back into the forest. I was headed right back to the wolves. Err-wolf.
    I stepped out of the back door and into my half of the backyard. I shivered and stood on my tip-toes, looking over the fence. The forest was still there, despite my hopes, and it still stretched from one end of my vision to the other. A definite feeling of Desha-vu swept over me.
    I pushed the rusty gate open and stepped out of the safety of my backyard once again. I pushed my chin-length bangs out of my eyes and began walking. After a while, I found it-the clearing from yesterday.
    There was still that log that I had sat on. And there, right behind it, was the tree I’d leaned against. I gingerly touched the bump on the back of my head. I scowled as I remembered the dog laughing at me. Stupid dog…wolf…thing! What was it doing in these woods, anyway?
    “Spots?” I called, cupping my hands around my mouth to shout louder. “Yoo-hoo! Are you there?”
    No answer. Well, I thought bitterly, it’s not like a wolf could talk back, anyway.
    Once I’d yelled for a bit more and was sure that Spots was nowhere near-by, I forged deeper into the forest. Leaves and twigs stuck in my hair and the scraggly bushes cut through my jeans-and legs. Occasionally, I’d call out Spots as I pushed myself deeper and deeper into the trees.
    Still nothing, I thought, pouting.
    I stopped dead in my tracks and plopped down in the grass when I found a bigger clearing than the one from last night. It was pretty bare, with only one tree standing on one side, and one fallen log sitting on the opposite. I sat on the log, staring at the lone landmark facing me.
    As I sat down, I imagined how lovely I looked. Most of my hair had fallen from its bun, and my face was a nice red color. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and sighed.
    “Where are you Spots?” I demanded quietly to myself.
    An astonished laugh from behind made me jump. I snapped my head around, looking for the source of the noise, nearly giving myself whip-lash in the process. To my pure, undiminished surprise, a boy about my age stood in the shadows of the trees surrounding the clearing. He was on the opposite side of my log.
    He was tall and well built, with brown hair and green eyes. He was in an Abercrombie tee and tan shorts, with a rucksack flung over his shoulder. A water bottle hung in his hand, lid off, and was about half full. The boy didn’t look flustered, though it seemed that he was coming from the direction of the thickest part of the wood. He’d obviously gone farther in than I and was coming back, but didn’t seem to have broken a sweat. He also seemed as surprised as me.
    “Uh, hi,” I squeaked nervously. I tried to straighten my hair some, but to no avail.
    “I didn’t think I’d see anyone up here,” he said, taking a slow step in my direction. He seemed cautious, as if worried about scaring me away. “The town thinks this place is haunted with evil creatures, and no one ever comes up,” he said matter-of-factly. He was almost proud, really. I wondered why. “No man has the guts to come up here, and you’re a girl none-the-less!” He shook his head in what I assumed to be awe. He sat down on the ground next to my log, waiting, I figured, for me to talk.
    “Well,” I began finally, “I don’t think I’m brave. Maybe I’m crazy, but not brave.”
    The boy furrowed his brows. “Why’d you come up here, then, if you think this is crazy?”
    I hesitated. “I don’t think hiking up here is stupid, just me. I, well, saw a wolf last night. I had fallen asleep on a log in a clearing, and when I woke up, it was there. And, just my luck, I was lost. The wolf took me home. When I looked, there was no proof at all that there had been any wolf. I came up here today after making a deal with myself. If I could find any evidence of a wolf at all, than I wasn’t crazy. So far, though, I haven’t found anything.” I sighed in defeat and shot a look at the boy.
    The boy shrugged. “I don’t think you’re crazy; the very few who come near the woods on a full moon often say that there are wolves roaming.” He smiled and stuck out his hand. “I’m Zachary Montgomery, by the way.”
    A thin, long, yellow scar trailed down his skin, puckering a bit at the edges. It shone gold in the sun, just like Hayley’s arm. In fact, it looked a lot like Hayley’s arm. After I had stopped staring, I stuck out my hand.
    “Cate Wilkonson,” I said.
    "Oh," Zachary laughed, "YOU"RE the one Hayley's been talking about!"
    "You know Hayley-hey!" I cut myself off, a bit annoyed. "What do you mean, 'YOU"RE the one'?" I narrowed my eyes and glared at him suspiciously.
    Zachary gave a nervous laugh. "Well, she was talking about this new red-head who moved in next to the Barlows'..." His voice trailed off and he shrugged.
    "The Barlows'? You mean Ann and Andrew?" I furrowed my brows and hugged my knees to my body, resting my chin on them,
    "And Abby," Zachary said, absent mindedly. "Yep," he added, still not really paying attention, "the bloodsuckers..." His voice sent chills down my back. "Anyway, my sister;s been talking..."
    I perked up immediatly and cocked my head to the side. Locks of hair fell into my eyes. "Hayley's your sister?"
    "Uh-huh," Zach said, shrugging for the up-teenth time. He seemed a bit bored by the conversation and wouldn't look me in the eyes. "There's Hayley and I, Breanna, and Carly."
    "Whoa! You've got THREE sisters? Lucky-I'm an only child."
    "His eyes glinted. "You can have them; they're all girly and annoying, and they're all younger than me."
    That sent my mind to thinking-about the younger part, that is. Ann had said something about Hayley just turning 16 and passing her drivers test earlier, so Zach was close to my age. Curious, I asked him.
    "Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm 17." He stood up, grunting a bit as his sore muscles unwound-we hadn't been sitting in the most comfortable position. I stood, too.
    "Um..." my voice trailed off and I fidgeted w/ my hands. "Could you, ah, do me a favor?" I hopped from foot to foot, anxious.
    "It depends." He was wary now.
    My face was bright red by now, and I could only imagine how LOVELY that looked. "Could you, ah, help me find my way back to my house...?" My voice had gotten smaller and smaller as I talked, and Zachary had to lean in to hear. He laughed.
    "Yeah, come on." He headed the opisite way he had come, and a part of me had to wonder what he was doing that deep in the woods. He'd said that every one was scared of it, so why was HE up here? Come to think of it, his clothes were a bit muddy and torn...
    I pushed my questions to the back of my head, though, and forged on, trailing siundlessly behind him."Zachary?" I called into the silent trees after we'd been walking for a while. He had disappeared into the underbrush in front of me; my eyesight was not the best in this foreign, green land. I was hyperventalating(sp)-no doubt about it.
    Standing on my toes, I tried to peer ahead.
    A laughing noise reached my ears-it sounded so familiar-too familiar. I perked up at the sound.
    "Spots?" I whispered loudly(yes, that is possable). The laugh sounded again.
    "Do I really sound like a dog?" Zachary's voice questioned from the trees.
    I jumped about four feet in the air and blushed. "W-well...sorta?" I glanced around nervously, still not spoting my savior.
    And then, in a heartbeat, he was infront of me again, holding out his hand. I hesitated for a second-I had no boy experiance at all, and I was wondering if maybe he would take things the wrong way... He raised his eyebrow at my reluctance and was about to lower his hand when I slowly reached up to take it, and whispered by thanks. He smiled and turned back around, facing the direction we were headed, and began walking ahead, out chained limbs keeping us from being seperated again.
    We didn't talk as we walked. It was compleately silent; except, of course, for my loud stumbling. I wasn't the best hiker-that was why it was so foolish of me to come back out this moring, so foolish of me to head out last night. But the almost-silence wasn't brooding or anxious-it felt right. Zachary glanced over his shoulder at me repeatedly, as if making sure I was alright.
    Once the bushes and trees had thinned out, I became less anxious. Zachary glanced back at me again(only then could I imagine how LOVELY I looked(plz note the sarcasm)) and let go of my hand. Something about the loss of contact eased my mind, but at the same time it was all I could do to keep from reaching out and grabbing it again. I blame the hormones.
    Within just a few more minutes, we were standing at my back gate. I gave a sigh of relief and walked up to the rusty thing. I pulled hte key from where I had stashed it in my back pocket and unlocked hte only thing in the world that was keeping me from another hot shower.
    Remembering my white knight, I turned to face him, only to find his back towards me. He looked ready to go. Something in me cried out at the thought. I tried to simply tell myself that it was only b/c i felt bad for making him help me and that I owed him, but a little nagging voice tried to bring to my attention something else. I told that little nagging voice to shut the heack up. But it didn't.
    "Hey-Zachary!" I called after him.
    He turned back to face me and gave me a side-ways smile. "You can call me Zach," he said. I smiled back.
    "OK-Zach. If, I dunno, you're thirsty or somethin' and wanna come in for a glass of water of somethin like that..." My voice trailed off and my face turned bright red.
    His grin widened. "Sure-but just for a second. I've been hiking all morning and some water sounds nice." To me, it almost sounded like he was trying to give himself an excuse-any excuse!-to stay with me longer, to prolong his leaving, and that-for some odd reason-made me very, very happy.I nodded, pushed the gate open wider, and walked into my small backyard. Looking over my shoulder, I noticed Zach acting a bit weird. He was tense and all traces of that side-ways smile were gone. Enen weirder, though, was what he was doing. He was sniffing the air. Weird, right? Right.
    "Uh, Zach?" I asked quietly. "Everything OK?"
    He snapped out of his little reveire, then, and grinned at me.
    "Uh, yeah...Everything's fine..." His voice trailed off and he looked over at teh small fense that seperated Ann, Andrew, and Abby from me. Something sparked in his eyes. Hate? Disdain? Worry? Before I could make it out, he shifted his gaze back to my door.
    CAtching his unspoken message, I turned, unlocked the back door, and walked inside my temporary house. I flicked on the light and beconed for ZAch to follow. He did, of course, but not before shooting one last glance at the fense.
    The back door came into the back end of the living room, so you went to your left to get to the kitchen. Zach and I walked silently to the kitchen and I reached into the small cuboard that held my cups, grabbing a regular sized one. I stuck a few ice cubes in it and pressed it against the small water dispensor that was designed into the fridge. Once the cup was fullm I turned and gave it to Zachary. He thanked me and took a sip.
    "So...," I said nervously. I didn;t know what to say. Mont of my friends in California teased me, saying things like I was socially retarded-especially around guys. Mostly, it was true. I couldn;t strike up a good conversationt o dave my life. I fished around my head, trying desperately to find something to mention, something we could chat about...
    Nothing, I thought bitterly. I've got nothing.
    Zach cleared his throat and leaned over my small kitchen table. "Um," he mumbled, "Hayley mentioned that you aren't from here. Montanna, I mean."
    I nodded, avoiding his gaze, and leaned against the side of the table oposite him. "Yeah. I'm a Cali girl," I confided, grinning.
    He smirked. "What do you miss the most? Shopping? The beaches?" I could tell he was teasing about teh whole shopping thing, but it still agrivated me. Why did people always think that everyone in CAlifornia was a dumb blonde-even if, technically, they weren't?
    "No," I snapped back. "I miss my friends. Don't get me wrong-poeple here are nice, and all, but my friends there were the best. Then there were the art classes i took every Thursday..." My voice trailed off as I thought of all the different art styles I'd learned-watercolors, sketching, shading...
    Zach was staring at me; evaluating me, I figured. I studies him closer as he tilted his head, and something reminded me of Hayley.
    He looks just like his sister when he does that, I thought. I was glad that I was an only child so that I didn't have everyone crooning over me, saying things like, 'You'll grow up just like your brother,' or , 'Your little sister looks JUST like you'. That would get annoying...
    "So you're an only child?" Zachary asked, as if reading my thoughts.
    "Uh, yeah..." I was caught off guard. After thinking about it, though, I realized that I had told Zach I was an only child. He did not-and could not-have skimmed the information from my mind. That was rediculous. I glanced over at him; it looked like he was trying not to laugh.
    "Seriously," Zach said, bringing me down to Earth. "You can have a sister, if you want. Hayley's always findign ways to annoy me, and she's very accident prone, too-" I remembered all her scars "-and Breanna could talk forever. Carly's the only one who's SORTA normal-but she's a bit too quiet at times." He shrugged.
    Zach's scar-on his right arm-glinted gold in teh streaks of sun that flinted in through the small kitchen window. I furrowed my brows.
    "What's wrong?" he asked. "I didn't say somehting wrong...did I?"
    I ignored his question and shot back one of my own. "Where did you get that?"
    "Get what?"
    "That SCAR," I said in one of those 'duh' voices. I mean, it had to be obvious-I was STARING RIGHT AT IT.
    "Oh, THAT." His voice went dry and dull. I wondered if it was a closed matter and I was being too noisy, but my curiousity got the best of my manners.
    "Well," zach pushed on, "it was an accident. My sisters and I were camping up in the forest. It was a full moon." He hesitated for a second and looked up at me, his eyes pleading. "Those werewolf tales aren't compleate lies. One got Hayley and I. Carly and Breanna were gathering firewood and avoided getting hurt but we... We weren;t so lucky." His green eyes then filled with urgency. "You won't go up there again on a full moon, will you?"
    "A-again?" I choked out, shocked by what he was telling me, shocked that he might actually care if I was mauled by a giant, furry beast.
    "Yeah, again. You said that you went up last night."
    "Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, I promise."
    He smield suddenly, breaking the spell that fell over the two of us. "Good." His eyes darted over to the digital clock that stared back at us from the microwave. "Now, my sisters are probably wondering where I am, and Hayley always over-reacts. She'll have a heart attack if I dont get home. I guess I'll see you around."
    He headed toward the front door, me trailing soundlessly behind.
    "Oh," he said, stopping short and turing to face me. I nearly ran into him. I had to look up to see his eyes; he toward over my 5'10" by a good few inches, dwarfing me. He was tall-maybe 6'2", 6'3"...
    "Thanks for the water." We were nose to nose, and I could feel his breath on my face.
    Darn my heart, I thought venimously as I felt it excelerate drasticly.
    Suddnely, ZAch straightened out and headed toward my door once again. "Thanks again," he called back at the surprised, bewildered, flushed, red head girl that was me.
    And then he was gone, the slam of the door echoing back to me.
    I pounded my fist against the closest piece of furnature, which happened to be the love seat, and cursed under my breath.
    Darn my stupid heart, I thought again. This just isn't right... I just met him, for srying out loud!
    But there was a connection-I couldn't deny it. No matter how hard i tried.
    I sighed, plucked a piece of twig that had gottne stuck in my hair out, and went up stairs. Time for that shower.
    The next few days blended togeather in a whril. I would get up, put on an old t and some jeans, and head toward the forest. I'd go around and yell for Spots, never venturing past that first clearing. Every now and then I'd run into Zachary; he was a very good hiker. After I'd ben searching for a good few hours(usually it was around noon), I'd head home and take a shower.After that I'd eat lunch and unpack more, occasionally flipping through the new textbooks I'd need for school. A few times I'd chatted on the phone with Ann after switching cell numbers with her.
    Saturday night, at about eight o clock, I got a very pleasent surprise. A peircing bell sounded through my house and I told myself I needed a new doorbell. I struggled to my feet, having been quite cozy on the couch a few seconds ago, and shuffled to my door.
    An average sized girl-who looked a few years my minor-stood at my door.She was brunette with deep, hazel eyes and tan skin. A heart shaped birthmark covered her left cheek. She smiled up at me(I was taller).
    "I'm Breanna," she whispered softly and shyly. "Hayley's little sister." I nodded for her to go on. "She sent me over to see if you'd like to come for dinner tomorrow."
    I smiled back at the girl. "That'd be great." I stuck out my hand. "I'm Cate, by the way. But I guess you already know that." I smiled nervously. Even with people younger than me I was no social butterfly. Typicly, i made a fool of myself when talking. And it seemed that I was living up to my reputation.
    Breanna stared at me as if I had grown three heads. "Zach told me to stay away from those leeches," she said matter-of-factly. "And you smell JUST like 'em."
    I blinked. As if THAT explained anything!
    Breanna smiled at me, skipped down the steps and onto the street. "See you tomorrow," she called back at me as she jogged away.
    I just stood there long after she was gone, unconciously making a mental note of which direction she had gone in. What. The. Heck. Was. That. The words didn't register in my mind, simply refusing to be put togeather into a sentence. And what was a leech? A mental image of those black things that sucked you blood-sometimes found in water-came to mind.
    Deciding that I must've had too much icecream, I shut the door, turned on my heal, and obediantly put away my half-eaten tub of Ben and Jerry's. After it was securely in the freezer, I made my way back to the couch, shaking my head. I fluffed up my pillow, pulled my red blanket up to my chin, and stared soundlessly at the TV.

    The next morning I didn't follow my same rutine; it was Sunday, and that meant church. I pulled on my knee leangth,brown skirt(one of the select few that I owned), slipped into a white tank, and put a denim jacket over it. I pushed my feet into my brown wedges and straightened my copper hair. I put on my cresent moon necklace-a gift from my real mom before she pased away-and headed out the door for the near-by Baptist church.

    When i got back to my house, it was just after noon. I slipped out of my skirt(they really aren't my thing) and into my favorite pair of jeans. I took off all the make-up I had put on, too; I only wore make-up for special occasions or church-I really didn't like the feeling it left on my skin. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, took off my wedges, and took off my jacket. I slipped off my white shirt and shimmered into a brown T. Over that, I put on a blue tube-top that had a brown, drawstring-tie at the top. Once I was comfy, I settled into the couch and placed all my books around me, getting ready to study.
    As I poured over my books, trying to catch up with my new classmates, I lost all track of time. The next thing I knew, the clock was chiming 5. I had figured I'd head over at 5:30, just to be safe. So, after finishing the paragraph I was reading from my Geography book, , I stood up and stumbled into my room.
    I let my hair fall down around my shoulders and re-straightened it. I straightened up my top, slipped on some blue flip flops, and but on some lip gloss. I was ready to go. I glanced at the clock-it was 5:25. Right on time.

    I walked through the house to the small garage at the far right. My 2008 BMW convertable-my parents apoligy for leaving me in Montana on such short notice-was waiting for me, shinning slightly. I slid in behind the wheel and sighed into the the leather seats the seamed to be made just for me. I flipped on the radio. Paramore was playing.
    'I'm sitting in a room, Made up of only big white walls and in the hall. There are people looking through The window in the door. They know exactly what we're here for.'
    I sang along softly, keeping good beat and staying on tune.
    I pulled out fo the driveway and searched through my thoughts, desperately trying to remember Hayley's adress. 6400 East Drive! my mind shouted. That's it-6400 East Drive!
    I sang along with Fences as I drove, trying to find my way through this ailin neighborhood. I'd spent too much time in the forest and not enough time on the streets. Finally, at 5:42pm, I drove up to the driveway of a beautiful two story house. It was half brick and half wood, the wood being a white/cream color. The front door was open, and you could see through the glass screan into the entrance hall, which had nice, wooden floors. A shiny chandalier(major sp) hung from the ceiling. You could see the stiars a bit to the left.
    I slowly climbed out of my Beemer, closed the door behind me, and walked up to the door. I reached my hand out and shakily pressed the doorbell. Through the door, I could hear a nice chiming sound. I envied their doorbell; it sounded so darn pretty, unlike mine...
    I was snapped out of my thoughts by a girl-who looked in her early teens-bounding to the door. Her hair was a a sort of copper-brown mix; it was very pretty. Her eyes were green, mostly, but the left one was a quarter blue. They twinkled from under her dark eyes lashes as she smiled. She pushed the door open slowly and let me in.
    "Hey! I guess you're Cate. I'm Carly. Come on in!"
    Gulping, I started to follow her