This is a story I've been writing and I wanted to post the first two pages of the first chapter for advice. I know that there probaly is grammar and spelling errors and if you want to point them out or give me some clues about it I would happily ecept them.




~Chapter one~

“Were going to be late, Evelyn. Hurry up!” I closed my locker and looked at my friend, Tanner, showing a concerned expression on her face that was surrounded by her short blond hair and shinny blue eyes. We are like sisters, she's my close friend , I knew her since seventh grade. So far we barely ever got into fights, well major ones anyways. I will admit it is weird about how she's worried about math class yet she is always late for it, maybe she's one her last legs and might get a detention.

“Why you worried, are you getting tried of being yelled at by Mr.Willer? Then again we all are..” I shivered a little bit, their was nothing good about that man, nothing at all. But I know how it feels to get yelled at by him.

“I am kinda worried but I don't want you to get in trouble too. He'll just blame it on me.” She looked around the hallway at other students passing by. There were so many students here that it felt uncomfortable.

“Tanner why don't you relax, it's the last two weeks of school, he'll probably relax,calm down and give his students a little freedom.” I tried to reason with her, but she always gets her way with me somehow, I wish I knew her secret.

She gave me a serious tone “Ya right he wont calm down even if he did yoga and drank green tea like you do to stay calm.” She crossed her arms and looked directly at me, knowing it was the truth. We always swore he had no mortality.

I groaned loudly “Fine, lets hurry before were late.” She nodded and walked towards the left wing of the school. We were in eye sight of the class room so we wont be late, how I dread it.

Without even looking I knew everything was the same. All the same peers with the feeling of dreadfulness lingering around them. The same seating arrangement since the beginning of the year, and the same teacher who gave me the chills.

Theirs just something I don't like about this guy ever since I first met the guy back in grade seven, and I’m in grade eleven now so there must be something wrong. He gave a glare at Tanner with his strange violet eyes, then smirking at me oddly. I looked up and saw that Leon wasn’t there was he going to be late or was he sick?

How do I know this? Ever since Mr.Willer started teaching my school back in grade seven all the students thought like this, he hated Tanner for calling him computer teeth, and always gave me a weird smirk or whatever you want to call it. Trust me I had him every year since then. When I moved to high school I thought I wouldn't see him again, but he was there, as my home room teacher.

I quickly got to my seat and sat down and opened my books, sadly Tanner sat at the back of the room far away from me. Mr.Willer walked to the door as the bell rung and started to shut it as Leon was coming in. He flung the door open and Mr.Willer fell backwards onto the floor. Leon looked at him and said confusingly “You okay sir? Did you trip?”

Mr.Willer glared at him and got up slowly, brushing himself off which he really didn't need to. “Your late Leon, go sit down, now!” He calmed down and walked over to the board after closing the door rather quickly. He started to teach us about algebra and I yawned closing my eyes half way. They felt very heavy, maybe I should have went to bed earlier last night. Could I really afford to sleep now? I think so, he's just teaching me the same thing I already...knew.

So I put my head on the cold hard surface of the desk and started to drift off into a deep sleep. The darkness clouding my vision as I slowly drift into unconsciousness.

I was on a cliff edge looking up at the full moon. Except it was blue. I never saw anything like it before, it was beautiful. I stood there with the breeze blowing threw my hair, I could smell the lavender in the breeze, it's very calming. At the bottom of the cliff was a shore. A very rocky shore, it wouldn't be a good thing if I fell off of it.

“I love the smell of lavender.” What the...that was not me, but it sounded like me. Is it just making a duplicate of me right? That’s what normally dreams do.

I turned around to face a white wolf with black underbelly and two strips on its lower back. It also had grey marks on its face behind the eyes and on the cheeks. “Oh you look scared to see yourself.” Now its talking to me! It's just a dream. A very realistic dream.

“Your not me your a wolf!” I glared at it and put my hands in a fist, then released my hands, I would not hurt an animal would I? Its not doing anything to me besides annoying me, but its not me. When will I wake up.

“You wouldn't hurt yourself would you? I am you. So what if I'm a wolf, I'm the future you.” I shock my head stumbling back a little bit hovering over the edge of the cliff. “Be careful. You don't want to hurt herself, now do you?” She, I mean it, is right.

“This is just a dream I'll wake up soon. Your not real.” I felt tears building up in my eyes and it walked towards me.

“Well then tell me if this is a dream then.” It ran up to me and jumped on me, pushing me off the cliff. It landed where I use to be and now I was plummeting to the rocky shore bellow.

“Wake up”I heard a familiar voice coming from my head or the sky, I really can't tell the difference. “Wake up!.”