This is the lovely intro to my idea of Luke. Tell me what you think. I was surprised by how this came out. Let me know if it's odd because it originally was playing in my head like a movie. Theme song for this segment is Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine.
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Her only thought was to run. Run as fast as she could through the trees, branches scrapping her arms and legs. The pain didn't register, just like the possibility of death didn't seem real until a ferocious growl erupted in front of her. Then she knew that her life could end right there. Death was behind her and it was breathing thick, hot breath down her neck.
Aiyana's feet moved back and forth softly in her sleep as the sound of her alarm went off, but it didn't wake her.
A wolf yawned and sniffed the air, stretching its claws in the soft dirt, cool from the morning dew. It padded off lazily through the dense trees of a deep area of forest.
A bird sang out of Aiyanna's window while the sun finally peaked threw the blinds. Her eyes twitched then snapped open and she flew out of her bed. She was going to be late.
A rabbit darted out of the brush, the wolf on its tail. Breakfast.
Aiyanna snagged a Poptart from the cabinet and shoved it in her mouth, then silently snuck past her aged and snoring father on the couch, cautiously dodging beer cans like mines. She stuffed her shoes on once on the front porch.
The wolf dodged through trees and brush at full speed careful to stay out of sight when near the road.
The tires of Aiyanna's white '89 Corvette speed along the windy road amidst the forest and she had the window cracked letting in the fresh, wet air.
The wolf slowed then paced, anxious, and peered from the shadows at the high school, he didn't have much longer.
Aiyanna's car screeched to a halt in a small parking space, she stormed out and slammed the car door, her back pack over her shoulder and just as the bell rang, a young man, that she had yet to see, walked out of the trees, brushing the last of the pine needles from his hair.
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