I used to have a wonderful life. Three little siblings, and a mom who worked at home. My dad worked in the army, so I didn't really get to see him. My and my younger siblings always fought, but we loved each other. I lived in Oregon, the weather there is usually rainy 또는 foggy. My pack and I didn't really care about. I always stayed with my family unless there was a mission that we had to go on. Most of the pack members family members are gone and they live together in a big house a couple blocks from mine.
Now, to get going with the story, I'll start one 일 before I died.

My brother came barrling upstairs and into my room. This is how all my Saturdays started out. "Morning Tommy!" I yelled. I was brushing my silky blonde hair. I put my locket on. My mom called it a locket, I called it a 사진 album. I could store 7 small pictures on each side. One side was my family, the other was my pack. It was a small pack. Only 6 members including me. Tori, Chrissy, and me are the girls. Chris, Zak, and my 가장 좋아하는 boy, Seth, are the boys. I walked out of my room. I kissed my mom good morning. "Is it of if I go out with the pack today? We're getting lunch," I stated.
"Yea it's fine. Oh Jenna, can 당신 run arerons for me?" she asked.
"No problem," I replied. I grabbed my small hand gun, and my cell phone. The reason I have a gus is because my pack is at war with another pack. Were doing it American Revolution style, my pack is. We hide and pick off the other side. I needed defence, so the oldest in our pack, Tori, gave me the gun. The handle had a small engravement of wings. My mom gave me a list of things to do. The first thing on the list was groceries, then post office, then back to school shoping, pencils, markers, paper, stuff like that. I laughed. "If the pack comes and asked where I was, tell them that I was killed 의해 the to do list."
"Ok," my mom laughed.
I finished groceries and went to the post office, I saw Tori. "Hi Tori! Aren't 당신 soposed to be at the pack?" I asked.
"Yea, we had some mail to send," Tori replied. There was a sharpe crack behind me and a sharpe pain in my back. I screamed and fell on the floor. There was another sharpe crack and then Tori wispered, "I'm calling 911." Then, it was all a blur. I was in the ambulinse, Tori was beside me, calling the pack members and my family. She had my dads number, she she called him too. Then, I was in the hospital. I was rushed to the x-ray room. Then, when it was all over, I was settled in a room. People piled in. My family, mom sobing, Tommy playing with my bed, the youngest, Grace, and the middle child, Krystal, were crying. There were doctors, then came my pack. Tori was already in the room, dealing with cops. The rest of the pack crowded around my bed.