“Life with Wolves” Chapter 1: Morning
(Will contain Swearing)

Hi, I’m Mack Wolf,i live in Edmonton, AB Canada and this is my story on how I and my good friends/Band mates Mick, Keith, James, John, and Nick got in to a very weird position that we thought would be impossible and it all starts on one fucked up school day.
It was 8:00 in the morning and I started to get up.

“Don’t wary Mack you can get throw this” Mack said in a tired towed.

As Mack was getting up he saw that his guitar was missing.

“What the….uhhh I’m going to kill him” he said angry.

Mack opened his door and walked while putting a shirt on (he already has pants on) and walked to door and put his ear on it to hear inside the room, and when he did that he heard the guitar strings and when he did he open the door to see his little brother holding it.

“Luke, give it back” Mack said angrily

“Sorry I just wanted to play it but you were sleeping so I just toke it” said Luke in a bit of sadness.

Mack then take back the guitar and was about to leave when he turned his head to look at his Little Brother.

“It’s ok I forgive you, but just ask next time ok” Mack said

“ok” Luke said before getting up and heading to the with Mack, then both Luke and Mack started to walk down the stairs to go to the Dining room to see their parents.

“Morning Mom, Morning Dad” said Mack and Luke, then both Mom and Dad look up to see their kids.

“Oh hello boys, glad to finally see you up” Mom said in a happy towen

“Yes, we wondering when you two were going to get up” said Dad while Luke sat down and Mack got a piece of toast and then sat down.

“So what’s going on today for you Mack” said Mom, I then looked at her and smiled

“well first I’m going to get the last day of school over with then after that me and the guys are going to go to a this party that hired us to play for it, then were going to sleepover at James place” said Mack happily

“Wow, very busies day” said Dad.

“Ya” Mack said.

“Speaking of school how do you think you did” said Dad with a eyebrow raised.

Mack’s (Mine) POV

My dad has been up my ass about he does this all the time when it comes to report cards and it fucking pisses me off.

“I think I passed” I said with nervousness

“You think you passed” my Dad said, I was about to speak Intel my mom spoke up.

“Mack, you better hurry and get to school” Mom said in a weary towen, I did not even reanalyze that it’s almost 9:05 and once my mom said that I buck it out the door with my backpack, open the garage door ,grabbed my bike and put the pedal to the metal racing to get to school once I was down the drive way I heard my mom yell at me.

“MACK, YOU FORGOT YOUR GUTIAR” Mom said
And then I stopped, put my bike, ran up the driveway, and grab my, then I was about to leave but then my mom hugged me and kissed my forehead.

“Have a good day son” mom said with a happy towen.

“How can I when I’m at school” I said joking, my mom giggled a bit and then let me go and I went down the drive way, picked up my bike then road my bike to school, to pass time I put my headset on and went throw my mp3 player and picked “Detroit Rock City” by Kiss and continued to school knowing it's going to be awsome.


(At least that what he thought)