Moonlight

Tana

I was staying up all night drawing what I usually draw-wolves. I was working on one of my best ones yet and it has taken me 4 days. I love these creatures. They are all I ever think about. My dog's name is Wolf. Anyway, I was lying on my bed drawing these wonderful creatures. There was a storm going on and the moonlight was so freaking strong. The heavy rain was kind of breaking my concentration.

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I heard a door open downstairs-the front door. It closed, then I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs to my room. I thought it was my mother. She always works late on weekends. Someone opened my door and the face was not my mother's. The face was some freaky purple guy wearing a black cloak, holding a stick with a purple glass ball on the end of it.

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All I could think to do was punch him in the face and jump out the window. The rain soaked my black hair and my wolf drawing was left on my bed. There were footsteps behind me and I turned around to see the purple man, the moon was reflecting his face. He looked so epic. He was holding out his creepy stick at me and I flew up in the air. Magic, I thought. I remember asking him to turn me into a wolf. He just looked at me like I was crazy then he threw some weird blue powder on me. That was it, I was unconscious.