Only.Girl.Werewolf`Kristy

[kristian]

Kristian.Rachel.Black

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[kristian]

Wonderations, Thoughts, statements, poems.
My life, the mystery.

Might i ask you what your oppinions of werewolves are? Boy and Girl werewolves in the same pack!?!? Its horrid. Absulutily Horrid. Yes, thats me. The only girl in the whole stupid pack! I don't just get to grow up with them. I also get to read their stupid minds! I think I'll die! I'm just sixteen for pete's sake!

But I'm sixteen, almost seventeen now. January 19 thank you very much. I'll be seventeen, at last. I've grown up as an orphan, raised by my uncle and his loving wife. I was raised as a daughter to them. I could never be more grateful to them! For my father's stupidity, and my mother's flake-ness. I've lived with my cousins since I was three-years-old, and I seem to just get along with them. For the most part. But their friend, Damian, we just fight none stop. It gets annoying sometimes, because his mind is just annoying, all he thinks about is the girls in his class. Can't he just grow up! Not be that seventeen-year-old player that he's been his whole life. He just needs to get a hold of life and get to what he wants. But I feel like i bore people all the time.

Of course,

Kristian R. Black

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[kristian]

DON'T GO

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I know the feeling,
I fear the pain.
A life soon lost,
there is nothing to gain.
Being here, so far away,
if not tomorrow, maybe today.
I'm coming home to you,
there's nothing you can say or do.
Your heart is drifting to other land,
and I'll be there to hold your hand.

Until the end,
forever my friend.
Your spirit will lift high,
And will live in me until the day I die.

Until our time, maybe you before I,
I promise to be strong, and not to cry.
You gave me too many laughs and always a smile.
I'll hold on to that for a while.
From walks in the woods and Barney Googles eyes,
to Grandma Sarah’s sweet lemon meringue pies...
I hold you so close you can never know.
I appreciate you, I'll be with you soon, Please wait...Don't go.

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[kristian]

About The life I lead.

This entry will probably be mostly about me, how my life's changed from when I was three. As I've told you before, I was born January 19 on a snowy day here in La Push Quileute Reservation, in a hospitle not far from where my parent's lived. It was a large hospital on the Reservation. They rushed my mother into labor department. My father had found out, and gotten himself drunk in his celebration party. I really believe it was more. More of cautious disition. That isn't my problem though. I never thought I'd like my father, but surely I loved to be with my uncle. Who my mother usually counted on to babysit me while she was away at work at night.

Than came the story of her death, the story that she lived until I was three, every night was the same. I'd go to sleep in a little room that my uncle'd set up for me. Than the next day I'd wake up in my mother's house. It was always confuseing. Until that last day. When I'd heard that my mother'd died in a car accident. I didn't understand of what kind of person until just a few years ago. She was killed on account of a drunk driver. Yet that driver is alive, he is in prison for driving drunk in the first place. Plus on top of that. he created himself an enemy, killing my last bit of parents I had left. Was his first mistake. Second was living after. Now I'm the little orphan, since I was three, I was raised by my uncle and his loving wife, and also was treated like another sister from my cousins.

Since I was thirteen, I've always wanted a dog, bringing two home to my friends' house one day. They always looked like they wanted to kill each other. They were always two funny little babies. There was a bull dog, and a chawawa type dogs. They were so adorable. But when I was fourteen. The need to have a dog was partly gone, one reason was because, NOW I AM A DOG! Werewolf, Shape-Shifter, it really depends on who your talking to. Like the leaches (blood-suckers, vampires, paracites, etc, etc.) they rather call us dogs. We prefer werewolves. I'm -as I said before- the only girl in the pack, with my cousin as the Alpha. He usually ends up changeing my patrol days with another, usually with a boy in the pack. Nothing bothers me more than that! I hate it how he doesn't think I can run two patrols a week! I can run all week if they needed me to.

Well. I've decided to make this my diary, though I'm not the type to be writing in one. I've desided to name you rather than diary, but Melody. After my mother. Its one of my favorite names, as well as Samantha, and Nellie. But Melody sounds perfect. Your the Melody of my life. You tell my story within your pages.


Yours Always,

Kristian R. Black

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