Maylee Dawson's Story

Maylee walked into the living room with a basket full of freshly washed clothes and almost fell over. She steadied herself and took a look what had she tripped over. There were toy scattered all around the living rooms, a broken flower pot was lying on the floor with a ball next to it. She had a free day from school and decided to clean the house since she didn't get free time doing chores around the house lately, and now, almost an hour since she cleaned the living room it was in mess again. She put down the basket she was holding and crossed her arms over her chest. "Kyle!" she yelled for the four year old. "Come here, this instant." There was no answer but she heard a door close. She headed toward her brothers room but couldn't find him there, he couldn't be in her room since he knew that he wasn't allowed there, so she headed to the only room left, their fathers bedroom. Soon she found him hidden under the bed. "Found you." Kyle looked toward her with his big brown eyes and started crying. "Sowwy, May" He sobbed. "I didn't want to brake it." Maylee sighed. "It's okay. I know you didn't brake it intentionally. Now come out so we can clean the mess you made." Kyle nodded and got out from under the bed. She knelt down to be in the same eye level as him and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Now let's go and clean it up." She said with a smile, and they both went back to the living room. After the living room was clean again and Maylee put away the washed clothes she made hot chocolate for Kyle and herself. "What do you say about going out side after we finished drinking this?" She asked setting down the hot beverage on the table. "Can we make a snowman?" Kyle asked jumping up and down from the excitement. "There isn't enough snow yet." Maylee said and after looking at her brothers face expression added with a laugh. "But we can at least try." The boys face lit up as he jumped to hug his sister.

While Kyle was getting dressed Maylee washed the two cups and put them to dry. "I'm ready." The boy came running with his hat clenched in his hands. She put on her jacket and boots and helped tie the laces on Kyle's boots then they were ready to go. The house where the Dawson family lived was just on the outskirt of town from where the woods were clearly visible. It was a single story building with three bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. It wasn't a big house but it was big enough for the family of three. It also had a backyard witch in spring used to be filled with beautiful flowers. But since the mother died there was nobody who could take care of them, with Maylee being busy with school and her little brother, and their father taking care of the bookstore the flowers just withered away. She promised herself that when she finishes high school she will plant new flowers and the garden will look just as beautiful as before.

She locked the door and took Kyle's hand and they headed toward the bookstore.

As they arrived to the store Kyle rushed to open the door. The bell that was hanged above the door chimed and their father peaked out behind one of the big shelves. "It's just you guys." He said as he went to take the box with the new books that had just arrived. "Are you disappointed?" Maylee joked. "We were going to play outside, but firstly I wanted to stop by the shop. Do you need anything?" She took on of the smaller boxes and gave it to her father. "Actually I do need a few things. Let me just find the list." He said and went to the small staff room in the back of the shop. "Can I stay here while you shop?" Kyle asked. "Of course." Maylee said, ruffling her brothers hair."Here you go." Their father said coming back with the list which he handed to Maylee. "Okay. I'll come and pick Kyle up after I bought everything and brought it home." Maylee said putting the list into her pocket. "Don't make trouble for Dad." She turned toward her brother who was already in browsing for a picture book among the smaller shelves. The boy nodded and Maylee walked out the door. A gush of cold wind hit her and she wrapped tighter the scarf around her as she made her way.

Half an hour later she came out of the shop with with her hands full of grocery bags. After managing to bring the stuff home without slipping and falling, Maylee went to pick up her brother. The family backyard soon turned into a war zone, as small snow towers lined up. Each of them was behind one of the towers making snowballs and getting ready for a snowball fight. Suddenly a snowball hit Maylee in the back of her head and she turned toward the little boy who was grinning behind his snow tower. "Hey. You don't play fair." She was about to throw her own snowball when she heard the phone ringing. "I'll be back." She said as she rushed inside to pick it up. When she came back outside Kyle was nowhere to be seen. "Kyle?" She called as she looked around the snow towers and all around the backyard where the boy could have been hiding. She felt panic rise inside of her when she noticed the boys footprints leading toward the forest. "Kyle!" She shouted as she run toward the forest following the faint trails in the snow. Please, don't let anything happen to him. She prayed as she kept going through the forest, tripping and stumbling in the tree roots.

Zeb built his pace steadily, his heart beat matched the drumming of his feet against the cold ground.

It was days like this that he enjoyed, the crisp air fogged his breath as it caught the wind. Whilst running his mind would often wonder back to the days when he would run around the town with his younger sister on his back, she often giggled and squeeked..

' Faster Zebby... Faster!' Her pink ribboned pigtails hitting the sides of her older brothers face.

He used to cry at the thought of his sister but now he enjoyed the memories. It was the one part of Zebs life that made him truly happy that he had beautiful memories before she was snatched from his arms.

Nothing much could break Zeb's running concentration, in fact most days he would ignore people passing so he could stay in the zone. Suddenly a large flash of white and black caught his attention. There is was a huge wolf standing in front of him.

It fled quickly but something urged Zeb to follow, so he did. Into the dark forest, which he was always afraid of, partly because he felt that is where his sister was taken. However, today he felt confident.
Zeb ran down the forest trail, he had completely lost sight of the wolf at this point but eyes focused like an eagle as he continued to run blindly.

Bang...

He crashed into a red haired girl knocking his back into a tree.

One moment Maylee was struggling to get her hair free from the branches in which it kept getting caught in as she ran, and the other moment she found herself landing on her backside as she run into somebody. 'Way to go May,' she thought to herself desperately, 'First you lose your sight of your brother and now you run into somebody in the middle of the forest.' She stood up, "I'm sorry." She was about to go on her way, when she remembered that maybe, just maybe this guy had happened to see Kyle, so she turned back to him. "Have you, by any chance seen a little boy in a blue jacket pass here?"She asked hoping that he had seen him. "His name is Kyle and he is four and..." She felt the like she would start crying any moment now, so she looked down to the round and bit down on her lower lip trying hard to not let her tears fall.

Camilla wrapped herself tighter in her woolen sweater as she walked for the street again (she had darted back into the woods to try to find her pack, but without being a wolf, she had gotten herself terribly lost, exept for a few points that were vaguely familiar) The knocked a few branches out of her dark hair. Her eyes scanned the area around her, trying to pinpoint her location. She worried that if she shifted back again, she wouldn't be able to change back- and he had an appointment with an executive of some new building in town- he was looking for decor. Her eyes caught sight of a tree near her, and she walked over. It was odd-looking. Her eyes darted down to the base, and she saw the source of said disturbance- a little boy. He was crying softly (she briefly wondered why she hadn't heard him, but it didn't matter all that much). She kneeled down next to him. "Hi there... Where is your mom?" she whispered, looking at him.

"I was with my sister..."
"Oh... Well, where's your sister?"
"I... Don't know" this is going nowhere...

Camilla stood up and gestured to him. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.." The boy said, and Camilla groaned. She just wanted to help. "Okay... How about you follow behind me at a safe distance and don't talk to me?" Okay, so she wasn't that good with kids, either. She turned and began to walk towards the path she had passed a while back. Eventually she found the man she had passed earlier (as a wolf) and some other girl. She heard the crunching behind her stop and turned to see the boy. "Is he one of yours? He was just in the woods a while back" she smiled lightly, hoping that she came off friendly. Then she realized she needed an excuse as to why she had been in the woods. "I didn't even see him until I looked down. I was taking pictures" she jiggled the camera hanging loosely around her neck. She always carried it if she didn't plan on phasing.