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    She wasn't running. Why wasn't she running?
    Hmmmmm.
    I stopped in front of her, nearly a meter away. I bared my fangs, and snarled open-mouthed. I began to circle around her, the fur on my backside standing straight up.

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    Suddenly, I didn't feel so afraid. Instead, I felt mad. Who was this dog? He didn't own the frickin' world. This place didn't belong to him. A smirk crossed my face and I shifted on my feet so my hips were in a 'whatcha gonna do' sort of position. I glared at the animal with icy eyes and shook my head.


    "Touch me and I rip your head off, b*tch." I snarled. Woah. Where did that sudden word come from?


    My face felt like it was smirking, though no emotion played onto it.
    Narrowing my eyes, I scouted out a good place to grab at her, before lunging at her sleeve, being careful not to snap down on her actual arm. Once I had hold of her sleeve, I yanked her down off of her feet and into the shallow water, soaking her.
    After she had fallen, I released my grip, and stared at her for a few moments, before trudging off to my car, growling to myself.

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    Great. Not only was I wet, I was even more mad. I had landed hard on my arm, I realized. The stupid jackass of an animal. Next time, I was bringing a knife with me.


    I stood and growled to myself, feeling the icy water seep into my skin. The sweatshirt which I wore was justextra weight now, and I was going to freeze to death if I didn't take it off. At least I was wearing a tank underneath.


    I slid out of my sweatshirt and slung it over my shoulder, then examined my pants. Soaked. But there was no way I was taking them off. Then I realized; I wouldn't be able to make it to class on time! Yesh! A smile curled on my lips and I began to walk back onto the shore. I had to go home and change... clean up... I wouldn't have any time to make it to school. I concluded on sluffing for the day. Hey, maybe that wolf had good intentions after all.