Chapter 1.
"Mrs. Maddison, Do you think you can answer this question for us?"
I looked up from my notebook I had been drawing doodles of flowers and smiley faces on and stared at the white board that my math teacher, Mr. Winsley was pointing at.
"It's 67.23" I answered without any hesitation. I hadn't worked out any of the problems so far but I was good at math... Honestly, I was good at everything. I had to be.
Mr. Winsley acted unsuprised, but I was able to see through it. His eyebrows raised slightly and his eyes widened behind his wide-rimed glasses.
"Very good, now take those headphones out"
I sighed and pulled out the earbuds. They were my only thing that ever gave me peace any more. I left them on in my backpack as loud as they'd go so I could still hear the rock music in my ears.
I was watching the clock, counting the seconds before the final bell, and then was out the door before anyone had their things put away. I had other things in life. Important things that had to be done. I ran through the parking lot to my truck that's older than dirt and jumped in, turning the key until the engine starts with a load roar. I quickly weave my way through the crowded parking lot, cutting off many people. I have about a half an hour until I have to get Braidon and Christian, in that time I decide I can go hunt for a bit. This is normally the only free time I have in a day. Most teens have at least 6 or 7 hours to waist away at the TV. Not me, I get half an hour, a tiny fraction of that.
After I have parked my truck and went a few miles in, as I kick off my shoes, I let my l hair down. I normally wear it looped in a pony tail so it only reaches the middle of my back, but now I let it tumble down my shoulders and cascade all the way down to the back of my knees. I climb high in a tree and crouch on a branch. As I take a deep breath I smell the warm blood of a nearby deer. I can hear it's blood rushing through it's veins and it's heart beating quickly. My fingernail turn into claws and my eyes turn black as I get ready to pounce. Everything about me is hunting. I hunt for a living. I hunt because it's my nature. I hunt becasue I am a hunter.
"Mrs. Maddison, Do you think you can answer this question for us?"
I looked up from my notebook I had been drawing doodles of flowers and smiley faces on and stared at the white board that my math teacher, Mr. Winsley was pointing at.
"It's 67.23" I answered without any hesitation. I hadn't worked out any of the problems so far but I was good at math... Honestly, I was good at everything. I had to be.
Mr. Winsley acted unsuprised, but I was able to see through it. His eyebrows raised slightly and his eyes widened behind his wide-rimed glasses.
"Very good, now take those headphones out"
I sighed and pulled out the earbuds. They were my only thing that ever gave me peace any more. I left them on in my backpack as loud as they'd go so I could still hear the rock music in my ears.
I was watching the clock, counting the seconds before the final bell, and then was out the door before anyone had their things put away. I had other things in life. Important things that had to be done. I ran through the parking lot to my truck that's older than dirt and jumped in, turning the key until the engine starts with a load roar. I quickly weave my way through the crowded parking lot, cutting off many people. I have about a half an hour until I have to get Braidon and Christian, in that time I decide I can go hunt for a bit. This is normally the only free time I have in a day. Most teens have at least 6 or 7 hours to waist away at the TV. Not me, I get half an hour, a tiny fraction of that.
After I have parked my truck and went a few miles in, as I kick off my shoes, I let my l hair down. I normally wear it looped in a pony tail so it only reaches the middle of my back, but now I let it tumble down my shoulders and cascade all the way down to the back of my knees. I climb high in a tree and crouch on a branch. As I take a deep breath I smell the warm blood of a nearby deer. I can hear it's blood rushing through it's veins and it's heart beating quickly. My fingernail turn into claws and my eyes turn black as I get ready to pounce. Everything about me is hunting. I hunt for a living. I hunt because it's my nature. I hunt becasue I am a hunter.
