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Wolves Of Chesma Generations Later
Wolves Of Chesma Generations Later
By Di’Vonte Weyaus

"It's been generations since this town was just a wolf pack called Dawn pack Camp, but now it is just called Dawn City. It has been called Dawn City ever since Tiny Wolf saved it from a Lawless invasion, shortly after he was kicked out because they thought he was a Lawless. He had the scratch.” The teacher went on with the lecture.

My name is Tiny Wolf. Apparently, my great grandpa's great grandpa was Tiny Wolf's, family tree on Nova's side, I don't know...it's just what I heard. I'm not a wolf, just your average beagle. I wore a pair of blue jeans a red shirt and a purple sweater with a pair of purple converse all stars. Cause I liked Tiny's original look, I am also wearing a purple bandanna around my neck like he used to, only I am not hiding anything.

“Tiny you listening or you dozing off again? This lecture you need twenty notes from it, and if it’s in your family tree you needs to know this.” My teacher went on, she is a pit bull named Nova Khouri or as we call her Mrs.Khouri.

“I kind of don’t want to know how he died… even though I do.” I replied to her

“How did he die then?” she made me get up and talk to the whole class.

“Fine” I said as I got up in front of the class. “His brother went against him and tied him to a tree and made him starve. Well that was until Spike and Nova saved him, but it was too late as his body was too far gone as he wouldn’t be able to process food anymore as he was starved for too long. He was also made to eat Nova’s daughter Buttercup.” I told her

“Where did he die at if he was ‘saved’ by Spike and Nova?” She asked me

“He was put to sleep by a overdose of what ever they had for pain in the medical cave hours later. Now may I go sit back down Mrs.Khouri?” I asked

“Nice I guess you do know your history then.” She said, “Just wish you would pay more attention.”

“Teacher’s pet!” A girl in the back of the class went off

“Not even I just know my own family and what happened to some of them.” I said,

“Yeah leave him alone Milo!” Spike went on, Spike Stutsman also known as my closest friend. He is also known by Spit by some of the bigger dogs he was just a bulldog. Since we moved to this town. Back home I should say as my family moves from town and back. I really don’t get it like I could stay home but since they named me after my great, great, great oh you get the point. They want me to know what happened to Tiny Wolf the original and not me.

“Hey man how are we on game night?” Spike asks me

“It’s still on, we are going to move to a place and see the exact spot Tiny Wolf died at. It is a museum. Which is as Dusk Town a few towns across the state” I said

after class and we went to lunch and we talked, like usual it was Spike Brady DJ me and like four others.

“Well we still on tonight?” Spike asked me even though I told him

“Yes we are still on. What game?”

“I’ll bring over a game, you want to play Imitated Apocalypse Rising or Taken To Hell And Back?” He said

“How about Hell And Back the original game?” I asked

“Cause… I don’t have it.” Spike said

“Why don’t we just get together and binge watch Hell’s Back, I’m way behind on that.” Brady asked

“Cause Tiny is moving for a few months to check out the history of how Tiny died way before we were even alive and how the weapons and cloths looks.” Spike replied to Brady Bee. Brady is a typical Pembroke Welsh Corgi but we always call him Bee cause he always wears yellow with black strips like a bee. He also had his glasses lens tainted in a red color. So it looked like he has red eyes like a bee.

“Oh speaking of the trip. My mom wants me to ask if you want to go with. The place we are going to has a thing we want to show you. My mom knows that a part you would love.” I said to Spike

“Really!” was all he could say as I looked at him. His face spelled ‘I love to know what it is!’ but what he really said was “Sweet… I’ll come with.”

“Sweet man you will love it!” I said taking a bit out of a cheeseburger I got.

“How can you eat those Tiny?” Brady asked me holding a little bowl of soup.

“It’s easy I’m a true dog… hey true dogs eat meat!” I declared,

“Yeah but true dogs drink from the toilet.” Joked Max, Max is a Boxer, and a weird thing is well I don’t know if it’s really weird its just to me. He really wrestles, and he eats just as much as me if not more and he is more fit then me.

“Shut up just cause I did it when I was a little pup didn’t mean I am a true dog!” Daisy said and soon realizing what she said she covered her mouth in embarrassment. Daisy is a Chow Chow, We love calling her Daisy Chow cause she is basically the smallest of the group.

“Wait you drank out of the toilet when you were young!” Ash said he is a Siberian Huskie a big snowboarder slash skier. Basically anything with snow he is in it like Daisy in the toilet.

“Shut up Ash!” She yelled reaching over the table trying to slap him.

“Okay, okay hush down before someone gets us all in trouble again!” Archer said, Archer is a German shepherd, along with his brother and his two younger sisters. Who I may add is also in the group. Their names are Bandit and the sisters’ names are Blue and Buttercup.

“Okay just let me slap the shit out of him!” Daisy said as she ran behind Ash and slapped him so hard I could swear I hear an echo.

After School we went back home. I live in the countryside of Dawn City. Who lives on a road called Wolf Cir NE. I lived there my whole life, well other then when we move into a cheap apartment when we move down into the cities. I forgot what it was called I just call it the Cities cause well, its way bigger then Dawn City.

“So Tiny you still looking pretty gay.” My cousin went on. She is also a beagle. We give each other loads of crap. We talk our crap right now she can’t get the bandanna being around my neck like a ‘Gay’ even though being gay was legal just a while ago, but then again it is just for marriage.

“Well at least my house isn’t looking like it was made after the apocalypse.” I replied, I agree its kind of an ass move but hey we always do this. It’s a family thing; we give each other loads of crap.

“Screw you man at least I stay in my home.”

“At least I have money to go places.”

“At least I enjoy staying at home other then being forced to go anywhere.” She had a point right there

“Okay you win this game.” I said as we turned down Union St. it was a good few minutes after we dropped her and my other cousin off.

“See you around dick weed.” She said as she got off

“You never know I may or I may not we may go somewhere this weekend.” I said but I doubt she even heard, as I looked outside we gave each other the middle finger. We usually do that to say we don’t like each other but we can tolerate each other. How that makes since is beyond me.

After I got home I had to walk to my house, as usual since our car was jacked and the police are still looking. “Hey Tiny.” Scrappy said as he was riding his bike around.

“Hey Scrappy.” Was all I said, I was tired to hell cause of today. My school schedule was Math first hour and a half, a few minutes for break then Gym with Sophie the German shepherd or Ash’s mother. Lucky for him he gets to stay after school, or as she has us called her Mrs.Shepherd as both Ash’s parents are teachers both gym teachers. Then I have Social Studies or the Government where we learn about the government. Then i end the day with Biology which is fun after the quarter is over i get wood and a i get to quit Government for something a little better and my style. I love music so i am picking up Ethics class with Mrs.Shorts.
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