A Short Story Of My Life

I extend my hand to Sanger, and say,”It is a very great pleasure and honor to welcome Mr. Sanger Rainsford, the celebrated hunter, to my home.”

I crouch down and follow the foot track, squinting as the night goes on and the world becomes darker. I here a snap and turn around to see Ralph. He laughed and puts his hands in surrender. “I’m not such a excellent hider am I?” he walks up to me, but my adrenaline is still running and I pounce on him, causing him to release his hunting knife

One of the questions I asked him was “When growing up, what was your first pet you ever encountered?”My dad’s reply was highly entertaining. He explained his story of his first pet. My dad started out with a brown and white hamster named Felix. His brother had a twin hamster named Frances. Soon, the hamsters both escaped, so my dad got a new hampster which he named Kinnikinnick. That hamster also escaped, so my dad got a third hamster called Kinnikinnick 2. Upon hearing this, I bursted out laughing, I couldn’t believe the names that my dad gave them as a child. My father laughed with me as he continued his story. My dad said that the first family pet was a Siberian Husky named Chinook

Hunter: What are you talking about I did more things than all of you combined

As Hunter watched as she drove away Hunter thought about how long this camp would take. He turned around and saw 3 of his best friends.

You wake up the next morning. Wolf is knocking on the door you put on the new uniform and start heading out with him.

     The hunter and Phoenix begin to chat and the hunter asks her if she is on her way home. When Phoenix

“You okay in there?” concern for his well being this is a trip he thinks to himself. Keeping me hostage feeding him and taking care of his wounds but not revealing themselves. Hunter just shakes his head and replies.

"Come on. Don’t you see where I am going.I am going to write a letter to Hunter then I am going to walk to his penthouse to drop off the note ."

“He has barely spoken since his report back yesterday, I assume he’s just distraught over the battle.”

"He's very much alive, Jack. And he's going to play a decisive role in this war, is my guess."

You’d like to say that it was some epic and heroic series of events that had finally ended you. That you had sacrificed your life to save your friends, but no. It was the boring old natural way of life that got you. You had cancer, and it was killing you.

Inclining his head, Kian whispered. “Awaken, brother of mine. It is time to go hunting.”

The voice in my head, normally so calm and controlled, was screaming at me to run. That was exactly what was going through my five year old mind when I walked around the hallway corner to see my mother being beat to her death by my biological father, Brax Magnus. As I tried so hard to stay and defend my mom, I could not help but panic and so I ran. I ran so far until I seen a small gas station. I went inside to find a phone, but realized I did not know who to call. The cashier, seeing that I was crying and looked panic, walked over to me.

After an hour of playing with him we still couldn’t get over the moment of us getting him. My mom got each of us a toy to give to him. I gave him a red lobster and my two sisters gave him bones. I also got my dog a bone, water, and food on that Christmas morning. Since Toby always bark, I cannot wait until he comes inside. Finally, he stopped barking. For a long time, I did not know if he was ever going to stop barking. We were in the happiest house on the street that day, our house was almost dancing. One big memory I have with my dog was putting him in the back of my Tonka truck and driving him around for