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Being His Mate

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//Daily Update//

I don't believe in werewolves they're Myths, they're fictional and they're only shown in TV-shows.

People in my town believe that werewolves really do exist because they've seen one or a pack of them, but what do I think? I think they're delusional.

Amanda saw one, but I know she's lying; she's stupid and a gossip queen. She's just making that story up for attention.

Well at least she got the attention she wants... Until I came in.

The journalism's editor-in-chief asked me to get a picture of a werewolf, a REAL werewolf!

They're all delusional; sadly I still need to do it, why? Because I'm the school paper's photo journalist and I need this to get into a good college.

I just think everyone in town is crazy for believing stories. But that's not what I'm going to think when I cross paths with one, a Werewolf.

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Chapter 1
Rushing into school, I pass students' who's either talking with their friends or making-out with their boyfriends or girlfriends. I reached my locker where I got a few of my books, putting them in my bag; I went towards room 301 where the journalism (Newspaper) club is. The editor-in-chief called me at 2:00 in the morning, stating that I should come to the journalism room early today, he didn't tell my why, he just told me that's its urgent and an emergency. Coming in the journalism room (room 301), the editor-in-chief is sitting behind his desk while typing on his laptop. "You said it was urgent?" I asked while fixing the strap of my bag on my shoulder, where my camera always is. Brad, the editor-in-chief, nodded and I walked towards him, he looked at his laptop's screen before looking back at me. "Yesterday, when we published our school newspaper, did you know how many students bought a copy?" Brad asked and I shook my head, confused how this concerns me. I'm just the photographer he isn't supposed to talk about this to me. He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, looking troubled. "Only three were bought, Jade, and do you know who bought those three newspapers?" Brad asked me again and I shook my head. Why is Brad asking me this? "You and two of our club members bought the newspaper, Jade, none of the students who are not in the journalism class bought a single one!" Brad yelled making me flinch from the loudness. I pushed my glasses back, because it slipped off a little. Why does this concern me? I ask myself again, curiosity swirling in my head. "I'm sorry for yelling," Brad sighed and I just nodded at him, he looked back at his laptop screen before looking back at me. "We need students' to buy our newspaper before the principal removes our club from the school and make this room, a design studio." Brad told me, sighing. Actually, that's not bad but bad for me actually; I need to get into a good college. "Can you believe it? A design studio! The principal said that it's more fun! And many people would join! And they could sell t-shirts! Like what? 'Go Westfield High?!' The principal said that it would grow more money than we ever could, I mean, the newspaper is more important than stupid t-shirts for fashion." Brad rants while using air quotes and I just look at him. I'm still confused how this concerns me. "Do you know what's the school have been talking about lately?" Brad asks after taking deep breaths and I nodded, rolling my eyes. "They've been talking about werewolves, the ones that turn human and to wolf." I snort fixing my glasses on the bridge of my nose. "Yes, and do you believe in those... Rumors?" Brad asks me and I laughed, shaking my head. "Werewolves are a myth, only shown in TV-shows and movies, written in books, told my gullible people and believed by the stupid, of course I don't believe in werewolves." I tell Brad, while crossing my arms. I'm not gullible or stupid and why is he even asking me this? Brad sighed, standing up from his chair and walked around me, so I turned around to look at him pacing. He looks stressed. "We need a fresh Idea to get students' to read our articles, so that we get the school money and we keep our club from turning into a design studio." Brad explains while still pacing. I'm getting a head-ache because of looking at him pace back and forth. "So? Why does this concern me?" I ask pointing at myself, that's where Brad stop's pacing and looks at me with a smile, creeping me out a little. He sort of looks like a pedo while smiling. "This concerns you, because you need to snap a picture, but not just any ordinary picture." Brad wags a finger at me and walks towards his laptop, turning his laptop around so that I can see what's on the screen. "A wolf?" I ask, raising my eyebrows, "Not just any ordinary wolf, a werewolf." Brad explains with a smile on his face. I just couldn't help it, I really couldn't, I laughed at him. Even if it's rude, I just really couldn't stop myself from laughing, I promise. "Stop laughing," Brad sighed and I sobered pushing my glasses back while looking at him. He looked helpless, and really desperate to keep the journalism club running. I bit my lip, furrowing my eyebrows "So? If I get a picture of a werewolf, they would still think that it's fake, that we just got it off the internet." I tell him, fixing the strap of my bag, again. Brad now grinned, "You're taking a picture of a werewolf and going to write something that would really capture one of the students' eyes, like, Westfield High, invaded by werewolves?" Brad snapped his finger grinning at me. "And we're going to try to make the ones' who don't think werewolves are real, like you, we'll make them believe that werewolves. Are. Real." Brad continues, while slapping his left hand on the desk. I sighed. I really couldn't do anything, I need to join this club because I need the extra grade it's giving me, and I need that grade to go into a good college, to pursue my dream of being a professional photographer. And if the newspaper is a hit, it might boost one of my grades. "When and where?" I sighed my shoulders slumped. Brad grinned at me before returning back to his seat and leaning back. "You have all week, the deadline is this Friday, no need to rush, just take a perfect picture of a werewolf and make an article about it. You'll be taking the picture at Westfield woods, where they sight many werewolves are, during the day and night." Brad tells me and I sighed rolling my eyes but nodding. "I won't let you down." I tell him while turning around to walk out of the room, "I know you won't," is what I hear before I close the door shut. Pushing my glasses back, I fix the strap of my bag, walking towards my first period. *** Closing my car door, I fix the strap of my little bag where my camera is. I glanced at the entrance of Westfield Woods. The entrance should be open, like always, but now the entrance is covered with police tape, keeping people out. Many said that the wolves are rabid; killing anyone they see, so the police rushed here and placed police tape around the entrance. Stupid actually, people would still go in, even with the police tape. Almost everyone in town likes trouble, except me. Sighing, I tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear and walked towards the entrance, ducking under the police tape and going in Westfield Woods. I usually came here as a child with my mom, but I stopped when she disappeared. Police said she was killed, Dad believed them, I didn't. But that's a story for another day; let's focus on taking a picture of a "Werewolf". Continuing into a clearing, I remember I once played here when I was a child. Bitter-Sweet memories. But enough of me, let's get back to the job. Taking my camera out of my bag, I turned it on and looked through the eyepiece; I fixed the vision of the camera before taking the camera away from my face. I looked around for any signs of movement, but there were none. I bit my lip, sitting down on the grass, my camera still in my hands. It was nice here, quiet, peaceful, beautiful, it's a place you can come when you need to think. I removed my glasses, wiping my left eye, I placed my glasses back and yawned glancing at my watch. It was still early 3:43pm. I only need to be home for dinner, anyway. I'm feeling sleepy, so I'll just take a short nap, I'm a light sleeper. Waking up to a light sneeze, I snap my head at my left and pushed my glasses back, I stood up slowly, holding onto my camera to get ready if there is a werewolf, which I doubt. The bushes by my left rustled and I raised my camera if there is a werewolf, which there isn't. Then a rabbit came out of the bushes, I sighed, sitting back down, I let go of my camera, leaving it to dangle on my neck. The rabbit hopped towards me and I pet its head, sadly it jumped away from me when I just touched it. "It's Loss," I mumbled, pouting, sad too because the rabbit was cute, until it ran away from me. I stood up and started walking deeper towards the center of the woods. It was still morning so the rays of sunshine are shining down on the leaves of the trees making the woods look more beautiful. I raised my camera and took a picture, smiling at what I got; I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw something blurry at the side of the picture. I raised my head and looked around, any sign of a living thing. When I saw none, I walked deeper until I reached a little pond; birds were drinking from the pond so I took a picture of that. But the birds flew away before I can even click. Sighing sadly I just looked at the picture I took. The picture shows the pond but a shadow looming over it, making Goosebumps rise on my arms. I'm sure that isn't my shadow. I glanced at the pond before turning around and running back to where I first was. Hearing footsteps behind me, I let out a little shriek before running faster. I ran passed the clearing I was in, I heard someone mumbling before loud slaps of feet were chasing after me. Spiking fear, I held on to my camera and nearing the entrance of the woods when I felt a strong grip on my arm, turning me around. I looked at the cop in front of me wide-eyed. It was only a cop? "What are you doing here? You know no one is allowed here." The cop told me. "But you're here," I uttered out before I can even stop myself; I think I forgot I'm talking to a cop. The cop looked angry but he let go of the grip he had on my arm, he glared at me "I saw your car parked here, go before I get it tolled." The cop threatened and I nodded, looking at the woods one last time before turning around and walking towards my car. When I got in, I glanced one last time at the cop before driving passed his parked patrol car and driving on the way home. When I reached my street, I slowed down and stopped in front of our gate, punching in the numbers at the keypad in front of our gate. The gates opened and I drove in, reaching our house I stopped in front of our front porch, when I got out, Jason -one of our workers- rushed to me and got my keys. I smiled softly at him before going inside our four-story house. When I came in, it feels lonely, only maids and workers cleaning, trimming the plants inside, or greeting me. I greeted them back with a smile, I continued all the way to the grand staircase, going up. My dad is at work. He has his own law firm in different towns and he has law firms in some countries so he usually isn't home, either in different towns or countries. So yes, we're loaded. But I just don't like to brag, I don't want to be like the girls at my school, always flaunting what they have. And my mom taught me to be humble, that's what I would always carry with me, all the time. Going up to my room, I removed the camera from my neck and placed it in its bag. I placed the bag on my desk. I sighed fixing my glasses; I went towards my walk-in-closet and changed into a floral below the knees dress and white flats. I removed my hair from its pony-tail, brushing through the tangles and putting it up in a neat bun. I sighed glancing myself at the mirror in my walk-in-closet. A different girl at home and in school, I feel like a double agent, but this isn't for a mission. This is what I want for myself. At school, I'm a nerd, a nobody. At home, I'm the perfect daughter all parents' want to have, what my dad is proud of while showing me off to his business partners who have the daughters who they want to be like me. But if they saw through my facade, they won't want to be like me. The broken little girl, who lost her mother at a young age, who hides behind a jeweled mask. The girl who has everything but has nothing.

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