Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf

Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf

By:  Michishirube  Completed
Language: English
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Harriet Morrison is at her senior year at North Point High. She eats her lunch at the janitor’s closet and thought of meeting the legendary wolf who lives in the forest and will always be the talk of the small town she’s living in. She went home into her parents’ fight then at night, her mother’s death. Two weeks later, her father gets rid of her because she wasn’t her real daughter. She inherited a farmhouse from her late mother but entered the wrong house and found the legendary wolf with his gamma, Harriet heard him talking to the tomb of his long-lost lover, a girl in his past that he has fallen in love with. So, out of the heat of the moment she asked him if she could live with him, and in return, they could pretend they could be together in order for him to go to school and find his long-lost lover to which the wolf agreed and her bullies ran away, but each time they interviewed a girl from her school that looks a lot like his lover, they open up a new quest that got her to discover secrets on her own self, family, her past, and her true identity. Can Harriet handle all of it with the help of the legendary wolf? Or would she end up dead with all the misery and demise she got?

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93 Chapters
1: The Reasons of Meeting Mr. Wolf
"Have you heard about it? Someone saw the wolf last night about to devour a human." "What? The wolf that killed his own pack in the past? My dad said not to talk about it in the open or he'll hear you and get you and kill you!" “Stupid, you know that’s not true, we can talk about him in hushed voices so that he wouldn't know. I guess he got some superpowers on him that make him live forever and choose from shapeshifting or devouring a human at midnight. Our gardener saw him last night. Killing a human." “Really? He’s still existing? What does he look like now?” “Scary and hairy as hell, his eyes glistened gold on the glow of the moonlight.” “What? Really?” “Why? You’re telling our gardener’s a liar?” “No, Ira, I’m just surprised. Sorry.” I snapped my eyes to the room and pushed the door open, Ira and Danisha can keep talking about the wolf all they want if they won't try to harm me again. The janitor's closet was a cramped place to take a student’s lunch but I made my way to t
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2: The Crying Moment
The rain started after I got home from school, big drops falls and I watched the two raindrops on my window race on going down. It was a bit cold and something about the air smells like petrichor, I steadied my breathing before I went on to wear my happy face again. It’s a smiling face I made for my family, another fake me who paints a picture that everything is just right because that’s what supposed to; to keep up with life even if you just wanted to fall on the rooftop of a high-rise building. The Japanese said we had three different faces, the first face is what you show to the world, second face to your family and the third face that you never showed to anyone. I was arranging my thoughts when I heard a scream downstairs and a loud sound of a glass dropping on the floor. I hurried to the stairs and saw my mom and dad arguing at each other on the kitchen. “This is because you keep controlling things, you control freak!” Mom was like a freshly harvested tomato because of her pal
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3: Daddy's girl
My first instinct was to run, cry, and hide, any of those three. Maybe, I looked like a head that have a big watery eyes with skin pale as milk at the end of the dinner table. But I don’t care, why does Dad say words I couldn’t understand? “What?” Andrea reacted, her first word for this night. Suddenly, I saw the world on another edge, it’s a small box and I’m stuck inside, I’m cramped up, knees to my chest, my neck was down, hands together, and each seconds passed I feel the box shrinking. It’s like going to the horrendous night again, this time, I don’t care if it rained. I looked at Dad hoping he could hear my heart breaking into pieces because of what he said. Finally, Dad stood, he has not removed his gaze on me and I might looked like a little puppy begging for him to take back his words but he just stood there and didn’t even move a muscle to pat me. “Move away from us as soon as possible, I don’t want you lingering around here and doing stuffs, now that your mother died, yo
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4: Farmhouse
Mr. Stanley was old, small, slightly stooped and wears a full dark glasses with a thick frame. Just as how I imagined him to be, he held his head in his hands when he saw me in front of him, maybe he got the idea with my puffy red eyes. “Please sit down, Miss Morrison,” he said and rose to her seat, I sat on the left chair. His office was simple as the solicitor he was, with brown wooden walls, a tall shelf with thick hardbound books and a huge table that separated me to him it was awkward that I saw myself here at seventeen. “Do you want something to drink? A coffee, water maybe?” I waved my hand successively. “I just came here to ask why my dad became like that.” Mr. Stanley looked like he was surprised but behind that façade, he knew it too well, I don’t need to add more description on that, I want to know why’s that -- he knew the reason my father who’s not my dad decided to be a jerk and dropped a bomb at the worst moment possible. He rested his back and pulled something in
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5: Close to Him
I pushed my head back and whispered the same. “Who are you?” I tried to take the image of the man in front of my face, he was taller than me and has curly hair, a square jaw, and amber eyes. I squinted my eyes and gave him a knotted forehead. “This is my house.” “No, this is obviously my house,” he said in a serious tone as if he was lecturing a five-year-old who doesn’t understand a candy cost money and trespassed on his property. I blinked and pointed at the knob with the key. “But the key fits, I opened the door, this is my house.” He looked at me appraisingly for a moment, The man was about twenty-five and looks like a rugby player, his stature towered me so well that I can hide in his strong muscly body comfortably, it didn’t compare to my fragile little one. “Look here, Miss.” “This is my house.” He kept on staying firm with his words. Playing tough, eh? “I inherited this from my mother who just recently passed away,” I pulled the paper I got from Mr. Stanley and showed it
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6: Second-hand Embarassment
The lady was wearing a mesh pink tutu skirt that almost touched the floor and white ballet flats, a loose white shirt was tucked in the skirt and she wore her black hair in a high ponytail, her cheeks were in a shade of rosy pink and her upturned eyes look sharp with mascara on. “My name’s Harriet, my mother left this house to me," I said in a dignified tone. She might have not believed me because her pink lips twitched but her sharp expression doesn’t change. I offered my hand and she looked at it for a second before accepting it. "Hello, then." “Blake?” The door swung open and the man that talks softly earlier gazed at us. “Yes?” “You’re still here.” He just didn’t ignore Tiffany's answer, but he pointed at my presence like it was a big joke for him that I’m still here. I gave him a frown and straightened my posture. “Why should I leave? This is my house.” The man closed his eyes firmly and ran a hand through his wavy hair before seriously looking at me. “I already told you
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7: Blink Twice
Over a cup of coffee, I watched Tiffany as she told me a story about the legendary wolf with her hands. She looked like my Math Teacher who instructs with both of her hands, as if agreeing also on what she’s supposed to teach, her expression told me that she teaches the lesson already for years, she got a firm and steady eye as she talks and a loud high-pitch voiced that show confidence and never falter. The difference between Tiffany and my math teacher was she doesn’t want to be a math teacher, she failed the entrance exam at a known university in another city and falls into a private college instead, she entered the only available course there and became a math teacher, her demise did well on her in the end when she landed a consistent paying job but the people she knows and her closest friends and family laughed at her secretly as she walks, she’s just another stupid girl who thinks the world revolves on her, but alas! She was slapped with the truth; no matter how much time you c
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8: Cross Over
I reached the road that got me away from the forest, I walked home with my hands on my back and dared not to look back. It was a nightmare going there, Tiffany kid about me looking like the picture in the tomb. It’s like going to the wrong house was not enough embarrassment. “Why not?” Tiffany raised her brow, the way she spoke was something a bit lower than her usual, it's a bit manly, she went to her bedside table and poured tea on a nordic teacup, “I think they gave you access to the house.” She clasped her hands and walked in front of me with so much authority I could suffocate, she lowered her head to match my eyes. “What do you mean?” I inched back, what was she saying and what’s with the sudden change of voice? Tiffany pursed her lips and give me a scalding hot tea some liquid spilled on my lap, “Exactly the words I said.“ She stood and started to take the kit to my side. “You saw it, didn’t you?” She inched into my side and whispered. “The tomb he worshipped. I believed
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9: Persuade Me
Michael Summers likes to play safe. Even before when we were in primary school and decided to play hide and seek. He always hides behind my back and whenever I finished counting to a hundred, we’ll switch and he’ll be the seeker. But as I read his expression right now, I can’t help but judge him. “You followed me?” The words I spouted were full of spite, I can’t even feel I’m me right now, all I could sense was the color black and red. Back when I was a child, I was humming while walking and holding a white plastic bag in both hands, the road to our house was solemn, even though it was just nearing evening. There were funeral homes on the west road before I took a swerve to the right, I don’t like walking home alone but it can’t be helped, Ashton and Andrea were still small and need attention always. "What are you doing Harriet?! You should've searched for your real father, not gone into the woods and disappeared like that!" Michael was mad, and moments like how I handle this was
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10: Undying Support
"Harriet! Where do you think you're going?" Michael roared. But I was unstoppable. I pulled out the bag we used for camping and walked toward the cemented road. "Anywhere just not here, Michael," I shrieked, tears spilling from my eyes. I crunched my nose when I felt Michael's pulling my bag. "Don't you dare stop me, you idiot!" I'm hauling my bag back but he was too, I thought about what the result would be. My clothes will be scattered on the ground.I gave my hardest pull and was ready to march away but stopped when Michael said something that was beyond unreasonable. "Harriet! You could live with me! I love you!" I could turn and face Michael to give a horrifying look but my feet feels like they were planted with stones on the ground. It's heavy, my bag's heavy, and my body feels like twice my weight. I don't like this feeling, I never felt the same towards Michael. I always looked at him as someone that has the same level as Ashton and Andrea. He was a little brother, my st
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