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Amber: Origin pt. 1
11 years ago
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Amber: Origin
All I see is Becky brushing make-up on yo my face. We're both giggling as she does.
"You'we going to be so pwetty Ambew!" she says as she puts some lipstick on my lips.
"Wewe did you get the make-up Becky!"
"My mom bought it so I can do this fow youw birfday," she giggled in response.
My dad calks up to us no sooner, telling us that it'd time for cake. We both exclaim and rush downstairs, the make-up still on my face. My dad almost instantly sees us as he sets down a couple plates.
"What happened here?" he asks.
"Becky made me pwetty!"
"No more cake," my dad exclaims. "You've had too many pieces and now you're going to be up all night!"
"No I won't daddy! I pwomise!"
"All that sugar isn't good for you. Besides," my dad says as he kneels down beside me with a smile, "you're sweet enough as it is."
"Does that mean I can gave anofer swice daddy?" I giggle.
My dad sighs. "Only if you promise to run off all that extra sugar before bed."
Gghrrhrrrnrrbnn ,ky,kumy
"I pwomise," I say happily.
Hugging my birthday present wolf tight, I watch my dad get me another, small, slice. I give a small frown, hoping to have gotten a bigger piece. I look back up to my dad who is still holding out the piece.
"It's either this small piece or none until tomorrow," he tells me.
I take the piece a bit grumpally. Part of the number 8 is in the frosting. I scarf down the piece and run up to my room. My dad calls after me, telling me to burn off the extra sugar. I bounce happily on my bed with my stuffed wolf when a big yawn hits me. Wearily, I turn off the lights in my room and cuddle close with my wolf under the sheets. I fall asleep quickly.
I partially wake up as something heavy jumps onto the bed. I can feel it crawling over to my, lying across my legs. With a yawn, I wearily open my eyed to see a brown wolf, just like my toy wolf, on my legs. It looks into my eyes as I look back into its. But I'm not scared. Something about it is calming. A seeming voice tells he to sleep, and I do without further hesitation and with another yawn.
My eyes flutter open with a yawn and a good stretch. What I saw in the night creeps into my mind. I look to my legs as I hug my toy wolf, only to find fur on my legs and a lump of fur behind them. I touch the lump to find that it's a tail. My tail! I quickly get up and grind that, beneath my brown, curly hair is beige fur. Wolf ears are sticking out if my hair and a muzzle on my face. I can see my teeth in the mirror as I shriek in surprise and horror.
All I see is Becky brushing make-up on yo my face. We're both giggling as she does.
"You'we going to be so pwetty Ambew!" she says as she puts some lipstick on my lips.
"Wewe did you get the make-up Becky!"
"My mom bought it so I can do this fow youw birfday," she giggled in response.
My dad calks up to us no sooner, telling us that it'd time for cake. We both exclaim and rush downstairs, the make-up still on my face. My dad almost instantly sees us as he sets down a couple plates.
"What happened here?" he asks.
"Becky made me pwetty!"
"No more cake," my dad exclaims. "You've had too many pieces and now you're going to be up all night!"
"No I won't daddy! I pwomise!"
"All that sugar isn't good for you. Besides," my dad says as he kneels down beside me with a smile, "you're sweet enough as it is."
"Does that mean I can gave anofer swice daddy?" I giggle.
My dad sighs. "Only if you promise to run off all that extra sugar before bed."
Gghrrhrrrnrrbnn ,ky,kumy
"I pwomise," I say happily.
Hugging my birthday present wolf tight, I watch my dad get me another, small, slice. I give a small frown, hoping to have gotten a bigger piece. I look back up to my dad who is still holding out the piece.
"It's either this small piece or none until tomorrow," he tells me.
I take the piece a bit grumpally. Part of the number 8 is in the frosting. I scarf down the piece and run up to my room. My dad calls after me, telling me to burn off the extra sugar. I bounce happily on my bed with my stuffed wolf when a big yawn hits me. Wearily, I turn off the lights in my room and cuddle close with my wolf under the sheets. I fall asleep quickly.
I partially wake up as something heavy jumps onto the bed. I can feel it crawling over to my, lying across my legs. With a yawn, I wearily open my eyed to see a brown wolf, just like my toy wolf, on my legs. It looks into my eyes as I look back into its. But I'm not scared. Something about it is calming. A seeming voice tells he to sleep, and I do without further hesitation and with another yawn.
My eyes flutter open with a yawn and a good stretch. What I saw in the night creeps into my mind. I look to my legs as I hug my toy wolf, only to find fur on my legs and a lump of fur behind them. I touch the lump to find that it's a tail. My tail! I quickly get up and grind that, beneath my brown, curly hair is beige fur. Wolf ears are sticking out if my hair and a muzzle on my face. I can see my teeth in the mirror as I shriek in surprise and horror.
