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A Short-ish Story About Ali.
Orphaned at the age of three, Ali Shepherds had always lead a lonely life. His parents, Edward and Isabella, were killed in a horrific car crash, along with his younger sister Meggie. This was all kept away from the young boy by his aunt and uncle, Frankie and Harrison.
When the truth got out, he was twelve. To him, this news was nine years to late. He packed as much as he could fit into a small Eastpak backpack and ran from Nevada as fast as he could. This was when he discovered something incredible. With all the emotions running wild and free, it backed up his feelings and an amazing transformation took place. Alistair Shepherds became a wolf.
The black wolf bounded along the roads and highways, a lone black tuft of hair obscuring his dazzling green eyes.
He reached California in no time. He may have only been twelve, but he wasn’t an idiot. He knew that once his aunt and uncle found out he was gone, they’d call the cops. But he had a plan. They’d made him change his surname to match theirs, so by law, he was Alistair Peters. Not anymore.
By the age of fourteen he had found himself a little flat and a job, and had managed to get a place in the local school, the Academy Of California. His new best friend, Joshua Hancock, was always in awe of how Ali managed to survive all on his own.
When he turned fifteen, a new girl arrived at the school. Her name was Lindsey. Ali took an instant shine to her, as she did to him. Within weeks of them knowing each other, they became an item.
But, one week after Lindsey’s sixteenth birthday, the most horrendous thing possible happened. She had been travelling to visit her grandparents in the next town over, and she didn’t see the articulated truck heading straight for her. The driver never saw her either; aside from the bloody corpse he dragged from beneath his truck.
Needless to say, this ripped Ali’s already haphazardly glued together heart into a million tiny, worthless pieces. His life changed epically for the worse.
But this is all in the past. Shouldn’t we be looking in the present? Because I think we should.
It was a sunny day in California. Precisely one year after the death of Lindsey Harper.
Ali walked into school, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his My Chemical Romance hoodie. His skinny jeans were a little muddy from messing about with Josh and JT yesterday, but he didn’t care.
“EMO!” Someone hollered across the driveway at him. He internally winced at the word, but showed no outward emotions. He carried on walking.
“MOSHER!” Someone shouted at him a little further up the drive. He snarled quietly to himself. It was an annoying ninth-grader. He was in the sixth form, yet younger kids still did this. He ignored the boy and continued to walk.
“Hey Shepherds, how’s your girlfriend?” A tenth grade boy sneered over at him, much to his and his immature friends’ amusement.
Ali couldn’t take it. He growled at the boy and then vanished. In his place was a black wolf, whose coat shone in the breeze. A few of the girls nearby screamed and ran. The goading boy’s eyes widened as the Ali-wolf stalked towards him.
“N-nice doggie…” The boy stuttered, panicking as his friends ran for cover. Ali bit the boy’s t shirt front and dragged him to the front school field. He threw the boy violently onto the hilled section. He sniggered slightly as the boy shrieked in terror.
He bounded along the driveway again, passing Josh and JT, who were running late. Both of them turned in shock as the big black wolf bounced past them. The looked at each other, and then gazed after the animal.
“Ali.” They breathed together. They knew his secret. They had done for a fairly long time now.
Back to Ali. He ran through California, until he reached the border with Arizona. He scared the guards until they let him through. The same thing happened at the New Mexico border. He took a shortcut by darting through Texas and Oklahoma. He travelled diagonally through Arkansas and Mississippi. He reached the coast of Alabama, and became human to enter Florida.
Which is where he resides now.
When the truth got out, he was twelve. To him, this news was nine years to late. He packed as much as he could fit into a small Eastpak backpack and ran from Nevada as fast as he could. This was when he discovered something incredible. With all the emotions running wild and free, it backed up his feelings and an amazing transformation took place. Alistair Shepherds became a wolf.
The black wolf bounded along the roads and highways, a lone black tuft of hair obscuring his dazzling green eyes.
He reached California in no time. He may have only been twelve, but he wasn’t an idiot. He knew that once his aunt and uncle found out he was gone, they’d call the cops. But he had a plan. They’d made him change his surname to match theirs, so by law, he was Alistair Peters. Not anymore.
By the age of fourteen he had found himself a little flat and a job, and had managed to get a place in the local school, the Academy Of California. His new best friend, Joshua Hancock, was always in awe of how Ali managed to survive all on his own.
When he turned fifteen, a new girl arrived at the school. Her name was Lindsey. Ali took an instant shine to her, as she did to him. Within weeks of them knowing each other, they became an item.
But, one week after Lindsey’s sixteenth birthday, the most horrendous thing possible happened. She had been travelling to visit her grandparents in the next town over, and she didn’t see the articulated truck heading straight for her. The driver never saw her either; aside from the bloody corpse he dragged from beneath his truck.
Needless to say, this ripped Ali’s already haphazardly glued together heart into a million tiny, worthless pieces. His life changed epically for the worse.
But this is all in the past. Shouldn’t we be looking in the present? Because I think we should.
It was a sunny day in California. Precisely one year after the death of Lindsey Harper.
Ali walked into school, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his My Chemical Romance hoodie. His skinny jeans were a little muddy from messing about with Josh and JT yesterday, but he didn’t care.
“EMO!” Someone hollered across the driveway at him. He internally winced at the word, but showed no outward emotions. He carried on walking.
“MOSHER!” Someone shouted at him a little further up the drive. He snarled quietly to himself. It was an annoying ninth-grader. He was in the sixth form, yet younger kids still did this. He ignored the boy and continued to walk.
“Hey Shepherds, how’s your girlfriend?” A tenth grade boy sneered over at him, much to his and his immature friends’ amusement.
Ali couldn’t take it. He growled at the boy and then vanished. In his place was a black wolf, whose coat shone in the breeze. A few of the girls nearby screamed and ran. The goading boy’s eyes widened as the Ali-wolf stalked towards him.
“N-nice doggie…” The boy stuttered, panicking as his friends ran for cover. Ali bit the boy’s t shirt front and dragged him to the front school field. He threw the boy violently onto the hilled section. He sniggered slightly as the boy shrieked in terror.
He bounded along the driveway again, passing Josh and JT, who were running late. Both of them turned in shock as the big black wolf bounced past them. The looked at each other, and then gazed after the animal.
“Ali.” They breathed together. They knew his secret. They had done for a fairly long time now.
Back to Ali. He ran through California, until he reached the border with Arizona. He scared the guards until they let him through. The same thing happened at the New Mexico border. He took a shortcut by darting through Texas and Oklahoma. He travelled diagonally through Arkansas and Mississippi. He reached the coast of Alabama, and became human to enter Florida.
Which is where he resides now.
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