Red/Wolf (Working Title)

Chapter 1: My Immortal Sorrell

Chapter 1: Sorrell (Sorrell)

As I lie on my back looking up at the canopy of the dark forest, the loneliness and sheer terror of it all began to swallow me whole, as I was through fighting the inevitable. It was all too surreal to me. I could still feel the blood drenched cotton of my pajamas sticking to my body. Lights were flickering in the night sky like small white flames, and I felt mine waning away. I admired the majesty of it all and took it in for the last time. It was all very peaceful, more peaceful than I would have expected. Not that I had really given a lot of thought of how my final moments would play out. I guess I had hoped I would be a grandmother. At least I knew that I wanted to spend the moments before my death thinking about those I loved and would be leaving behind. I took in for what very well could have been the last time. I couldn't help but selfishly think about the things that I would never do while I was here on earth. Get married, have kids, graduate college, or even graduate high school. Then I thought of my father. It had been too long since I had told him that I loved him. Who was going to be there for Russ?
I said a quiet prayer to myself. God please don't let me die!
I felt a cold tear slide down the side of my face but I could not even move to wipe it. I was completely paralyzed. The cold chill in the air was replaced by an overwhelming warm embrace. This was it! I thought. I was as ready as I would ever be.
The intense pain was no longer I felt the sensation of being lifted up out of my body and flashbacked to the fateful decisions I had made to that would allow me end up alone in the middle of the woods left to die.
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"Now, Miss Garnett, this is a brand new year, I hope that you will get your act together."
I was in the assistant principal's office, which was a common thing for me, since I was an AP student, but this was the first day of school and Lafayette High School. It wasn't exactly a private school per-say, although, it should have been, which was why, my father had arranged for me to even be here in the first place.
Highly accredited, in the most high class of areas, most of the parents of the students were generally pretty well off, and could possibly afford private school, but wanted their kids to suffer the harsh reality of a public school.
My father was not rich at all. We didn't even own our home. He was a teacher, and having me go to the same school that he taught at, let's face it was, just another one of his ways to keep .e under his over protective thumb
This was my second year at Lafayette. It started out decently enough, I made straight A's and even had some AP classes, and then I lost my mom to a liver disease. That was when my grades fell and I rarely showed up in school at all.
If it wasn't for Mrs. Davis and some family friends intervening, I had no idea where I would be.
"We are going to start you in some remedial classes, but then transfer you back to your AP's, as soon as you show improvement in your classes."
I sat up in the cherry wood visitor's chair in Mrs. Davis's office that complemented every piece in the room from the lamps the artwork on the walls. I always thought that if Mrs. Davis was not a principal she would be a great interior designer, but you would never tell by looking at her.
She was a tall slim pale woman, with jet black hair, and always wore ruby red lipstick. It made her look extremely gothic, she always loved to wear suit dresses that was inspired by the 50's. She was definitely one of the most interesting people I had ever met, and strangely enough the most down to earth.
She handed me a slip of paper with my schedule on it. I studied it and then head toward the door of her office.
"Thanks, Ms. Davis I will see you later."
I made my way to the door of the main office when I heard a familiar voice greet me.
"Good morning Sorrell."
"Good morning Ms. Land." I turned and smiled at the school administrator for a brief moment, but when I turned back the door smacked me in the face hard. I fell backward on to the thin hard carpet like a bowling pin. I hit my head on the ground with a Thump!
When I came to I was staring up at what I thought was an angel. It took me a moment to come to my senses and realize that he was talking to me and I was staring at him blankly admiring how subliminally beautiful he was.
"Jesus?" I said. I then blacked out.