As I packed my things to leave for New York, all I could think was how I was leaving my childhood behind. Oh you’re probably wondering, “Who is this guy?” and “Where did he come from?” And to answer your questions I am Genim Nowakowski and I am from Riven Hills, Nevada. I am sixteen years old, I have auburn hair, bright green eyes, and I am 5’6. Let me tell you my friends, how I got to the point of leaving my home town in the past is not a story for the ones who believe in happy ending and fairy tales. It all started my freshmen year of high school, when my best friend, Harvey Ashwood, was bit by some creature while walking home from lacrosse practice after school. I remember Harvey calling me frantically yelling, “GENIM! Oh my god!
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Derek has nice black hair, he’s around twenty years old, and he also has the aroma that makes people want to cower, but not me because on the inside he’s just a cute puppy. Derek has also been my friend since before I can even remember. You see the Hales and my family have history so deep that no family consisting of werewolves and druids can come close to it. Anyway as I start to walk towards Derek, an unsuspected arm lashes out in front of me, and wraps around my waist in a death grip. As I look up to see who is gripping me all I can think is don’t hurt them, Derek. To my surprise it’s Harvey, who is gripping my waist. As I look up at Harvey, he looks down at me and sneers, “Where do you think you’re going? He’s not here for you.” All of a sudden I feel wind rushing around me as Derek suddenly rips me out of Harvey’s death grip. Next thing that I notice is Derek is growling at Harvey. “WHAT THE HECK MAN!” Harvey yelled out as Derek shoves me behind him. “Don’t what the heck me! You are hurting him, you know he’s fragile. He’s human and we don’t hurt humans, especially pack.” Derek whisper yelled at him. “What do you mean human? Dude I’m human.” Harvey told him sounding a bit confused. “Derek,” I whispered, “he doesn’t know he’s a werewolf. That’s why I called you down here, to help get him under control.” I told him …show more content…
“Where’s Harvey?” I asked with a worried expression on my face. “He didn’t um… he didn’t want to see you. After you passed out he stated he didn’t want to see or hear from you again. Ever.” Derek told me with a sympathetic look on his face. I feel something wet hit my hand, so I look down to my surprise I’m crying. All of a sudden my body starts shake as I sobbed mercilessly not caring who was in the room or who could hear me. Suddenly I feel strong, sturdy arms wrap around my waist, hugging me. “I’m sorry, Genim. I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault this is happening to you.” Derek sobbed in to my neck as we clung onto each other as if we was each other’s lifeline. “Derek,” I hoarsely whispered, “it’s not your fault. I knew sooner or later he was going to find out. And I guess I just wanted it to be later.” I told him brokenly. “Genim,” Derek started off in a soft voice, “he shouldn’t have said what he did, best friend or not, Harvey will learn the hard way on how to deal with the supernatural.” Derek finished off with an angry tone. “Harvey is NOT my best friend. Not anymore at least.” I told Derek in a firm voice. As I ran my hand down my face, I noticed that all of my invisible tattoos had started to glow. “Derek,” I hesitantly started out, “I need out of this town. Could I come with you?” I asked him in a low tone in which if he wasn’t a werewolf he wouldn’t have heard me. “Of
Derek has nice black hair, he’s around twenty years old, and he also has the aroma that makes people want to cower, but not me because on the inside he’s just a cute puppy. Derek has also been my friend since before I can even remember. You see the Hales and my family have history so deep that no family consisting of werewolves and druids can come close to it. Anyway as I start to walk towards Derek, an unsuspected arm lashes out in front of me, and wraps around my waist in a death grip. As I look up to see who is gripping me all I can think is don’t hurt them, Derek. To my surprise it’s Harvey, who is gripping my waist. As I look up at Harvey, he looks down at me and sneers, “Where do you think you’re going? He’s not here for you.” All of a sudden I feel wind rushing around me as Derek suddenly rips me out of Harvey’s death grip. Next thing that I notice is Derek is growling at Harvey. “WHAT THE HECK MAN!” Harvey yelled out as Derek shoves me behind him. “Don’t what the heck me! You are hurting him, you know he’s fragile. He’s human and we don’t hurt humans, especially pack.” Derek whisper yelled at him. “What do you mean human? Dude I’m human.” Harvey told him sounding a bit confused. “Derek,” I whispered, “he doesn’t know he’s a werewolf. That’s why I called you down here, to help get him under control.” I told him …show more content…
“Where’s Harvey?” I asked with a worried expression on my face. “He didn’t um… he didn’t want to see you. After you passed out he stated he didn’t want to see or hear from you again. Ever.” Derek told me with a sympathetic look on his face. I feel something wet hit my hand, so I look down to my surprise I’m crying. All of a sudden my body starts shake as I sobbed mercilessly not caring who was in the room or who could hear me. Suddenly I feel strong, sturdy arms wrap around my waist, hugging me. “I’m sorry, Genim. I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault this is happening to you.” Derek sobbed in to my neck as we clung onto each other as if we was each other’s lifeline. “Derek,” I hoarsely whispered, “it’s not your fault. I knew sooner or later he was going to find out. And I guess I just wanted it to be later.” I told him brokenly. “Genim,” Derek started off in a soft voice, “he shouldn’t have said what he did, best friend or not, Harvey will learn the hard way on how to deal with the supernatural.” Derek finished off with an angry tone. “Harvey is NOT my best friend. Not anymore at least.” I told Derek in a firm voice. As I ran my hand down my face, I noticed that all of my invisible tattoos had started to glow. “Derek,” I hesitantly started out, “I need out of this town. Could I come with you?” I asked him in a low tone in which if he wasn’t a werewolf he wouldn’t have heard me. “Of