Abigail's p.o.v;When I walked into the class, I saw seniors talking to the class members about something. One of the seniors told me, "Come in, we're discussing the club's. Have a seat and listen." While I was walking to my desk, Mike gave me a thumbs up and teased me. I sat down at my desk and saw these seniors standing in front of the class. After me, some students walked in. Seeing them, The senior who talked to me earlier said, "Is everyone here?" Lucian, who's the class representative, stood up from his place and took a look at us and informed the senior that everyone's here. The senior who let me inside the class earlier announced, "Since everyone's here, I'll explain about the club's which are offered to your class. First of all, I'm Sebastian, your senior. And this is Zoe and Dylan. There are film clubs, cooking clubs, foreign language clubs, swimming, photography clubs, art history clubs, and the Red cross. You can come forward and give your name to the seniors who're st
Abigail's p.o.v;It's been a week since I joined the photography club and got to know the members of it. Totally it has seven members including Sebastian, our phototherapy club representative and Ariana, Damien, Luna, John, Axel and myself. Since it was a small number of people, I adapted to it quickly. I still have my doubts about joining it in the beginning. In all honesty, there's not much reason for me to join them as I don't even know anyone well or at all in the club. So far everyone has seemed nice enough, but when I asked why they signed up they didn't seem too sure of themselves. I'm currently sitting on one of the chairs in front of the table with the photography club members where I usually sit during lunchtime. The club is meeting right now and we have a new member joining today. I look over at Mr. Bouchard and he seems like he's waiting for someone from the other side of the room so I turn my attention towards the door instead. Mr Bouchard took out his sketchbook, open
Abigail's p.o.v;When I came to my house, it was empty like always. The air was cold and smelled of death, but I don't mind. It was just me and that stupid thing called the world. Sometimes when I feel lonely I'll take a peek at what's left of the world, but that doesn’t seem right either. I headed to my room and dropped on the bed being tired of taking pictures of the school campus , I just wanted to sleep. But there were things that I'd rather forget and they haunted me every night in my nightmares. Things that I didn't want anyone else to see. I grabbed the picture frame from my drawer and stared at the face that had been in there for years. My mom. She's dead because of the stupid thing that killed her, she shouldn't have died and we would have been happiest family right now. Instead, here I am and nobody cares about how I feel. I'm alone again."What are you doing?" someone asked from the door way. It's dad's voice. i kept the photo aside and asked him, "When did you come bac
Abigail's p.o.v;After school ended, I walked through the playground to escape from Mike's nagging. It didn't matter what I said; he'd keep talking no matter what. I wonder what's amusing for him to befriend a human. As I walked, my thoughts drifted. The wind picked up and the sky turned pitch black. I raised my hand and asked, "Is it going to rain?" The wind began howling as if responding, so I ran towards the college entrance. When the rain started falling, I realised that I was completely soaked. "This is just great," I cursed. If only there had been an umbrella.I sat down in the bus terminal and tried to think of a way to get home since I couldn't spot any bus. "Hello."I looked up and saw a woman standing next to me. She smiled kindly at me and held her hands out. "Let me take off your wet coat. You're shivering.""Thanks," I replied with a slight hesitation. "Where are you headed?" she asked."Uhhhhh I don't know. Maybe somewhere?"She laughed. "I can give you a ride back
Abigail's p.o.v;While I was in the class, I was thinking about the brothers I met two different times. How can they be so different from one another? One is totally opposite from each other. One is popular, likes to be surrounded by people and the other hates being popular and likes to be in smaller circles. It came as surprising since they dont have similar facial features either. Luna poked me and said, "Mr Brett is calling you."I got up from my place and looked at Mr Brett. Mr brett, "Did you become dumb all of a sudden?""No, sir.""What are you thinking so deep that you couldn't hear me?""I'm sorry, sir.""Alright," he says, "go back to your seat." He walks out of the room and into another classroom. I asked Luna, "Did Sebastian say anything about the photography class that it is today?""No, why?""nothing." I walked out of the class while Luna said, "We still have class with Mr Bouchard. where are you leaving?" "I'll be back."Luna, "Okay, hurry up since your name is in
Michael Whitlock POV;Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids. Some ancient beliefs say that they possess the power to change a person’s mind and make them want to kill their packmates. It was said that in every walker pack, there were at least five who could control someone. They have one of two special powers, or gifts, that humans cannot see them having. They can shift into a wolf or an insect at will, and there’s nothing the human eyes cannot see. In fact it’s said that a spirit who is not able to shift fo
Abigail's p.o.v;When I came back home, I saw dad sitting in a chair looking at some papers in his hands. When I tried to go upstairs, dad called out my name and asked, "How's your school today?""all good, dad." he gave a nod while looking at the papers in his hands. looks like he's kinda busy. I went up to my bedroom and started to undress. When I was done, I changed into some black leggings, a shirt and a hoodie and went downstairs. I noticed that I hadn't had lunch at school so I decided to make myself some lunch. Once I finished cooking, I set it down and looked at the table next to the stairs. There was a piece of paper on top of it. I picked it up. It was a drawing of a dog, with some words underneath."your mother loved dogs".I smiled and placed the paper on the table again. I went back into the kitchen to continue cooking. After I put everything into two plates, I placed one of them on the table for dad and took my other plate with me. I sat down on the couch and turned
Abigail's p.o.v;I woke up to the bright light on my face. I groaned and rolled over in bed to look at the clock, 6AM. “Fuck,” I whispered under my breath as I got out of bed.I went into the bathroom and washed my face before putting a fresh pair of pyjamas on. After getting changed, I headed downstairs to grab something for breakfast. When I entered the kitchen the first thing I saw was my father, sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked over at me when I walked in, raising an eyebrow.“You’re up early,” he commented. I sighed and took a seat beside him and said, "Don't start up with me."he let out a chuckle and said, "Your lunch is in the fridge. heat it up and eat. Are you going out today?""nope." he patted my head and said, "then have a good rest. I'm leaving for the office."While he was washing his cup under the water, I said, "Have fun.""Thanks, kiddo," he said with a smile before heading out.After he left, I grabbed a granola bar from the frid