ME:HIGH EVERY ONE HOW ARE U DOING.

MIDNIGHT:YA SHE IS DOING A NEW STORY WHILE ONE IS NOT RIGHT?

ME:I FOUND THIS IN MY 4TH GRADE BINDER I WROTE THIS STORY WHEN I WAS 7 LOL.

MIDNIGHT:ENJOY

8 years ago:I was swinging from my tire swing, while singing the tune my papa taught me. I was to busy playing that I didn't hear the crunching of leaves, or the ragged breathing. Suddenly I felt a hard force pull me out of my tire swing, dragging me to the woods. When I was deep in the woods the intruder stopped. I got up and came face to face with a fluffy face that was growling at me while showing its fangs. I heard another low growl and turned around and saw they were every where. Who you might ask well, the wolves a course.

They attacked, the biggest one, a black wolf with green eyes lunged and bit into my leg. Then the others went along with him. You would think a person would scream but, I didn't. You think i would fight back but, I didn't. I felt there fangs tug at my clothes trying to get to the delicate flesh underneath. I just looked at the cloudy dim sky. Feeling the crimson liquid cover the open wounds. I looked at the wolves they had crimson muzzles instead of white. then I heard a deep low growl. I turned my head and saw a young black wolf with red eyes and a little bit of red streaks in his tail. Then I heard him. My father calling my name. the last thing I saw was the wolves running away and those deep red eyes before I was consumed in darkness.