Hi people so I'm entering Nanowrimo (I don't think I spelled that right). If you don't know what that is PM me and I'll explain. So as I said before I'm entering the Nano contest and I wanted a few critics on my story so that in the month of december, when I edit the story I'll have some good things to go off of. 
This will help me tons. Don't worry I'll make sure to add more to my growing story.
This will help me tons. Don't worry I'll make sure to add more to my growing story.Life of a Teenage Werewolf
Prologue
Pain beyond belief broke out along my body. I’ve never known agony like this, and I’d feel it every time I morphed. Hours before I had been a happy, spontaneous teenage girl. Well now I was more than that, more than anything that I could have ever imagined. Two hours before I’d been human, and now I was a werewolf.
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My name is Jasmine Poppy Russell, I’m fourteen, and as of November 5, 2012 I’d been human. With long dark auburn hair, light summer green eyes, and a five foot two stature; I look like any other normal teenager. Well sadly that was not the case for me
Many people believe that you need to be bitten by the wolf, to turn into one. That is definitely not the case, well not my case that is. A werewolf is either born into the lifestyle or created by giving up the thing that you loved most. As you can guess I wasn’t born into the blasted wolf. I’d wanted to be one so that I could be with my boyfriend. So nothing could stand between us. The thing I had to give up though is our love, if I’d know that, that was what I had to give up. Well let’s just say we wouldn’t be in this situation.
Every time I morph pain wracked my body, making me into a weak pitiful creature. Another part that came with the wolf was ultra-senses. No matter what I did I couldn’t turn them off, they were there like a pesky friend. The worst thing though was the urge to always tear someone apart. Every Time I saw someone I wanted to rip their head off.
There was absolutely no fighting the beast inside. It was hungry and ready to tear me to pieces, if I didn’t fill its rumbling belly. Anger fuelled the beast, anger pointed at every living creature. Joy and warmth was minimum in the boiling sea of hate and loathing. Why was it that I’d been as stupid to welcome the beast into my life? Oh that was right for true love, love that was no longer there. Right now all I wanted to do was tear apart the guy I’d fallen for, so he could feel the pain and agony he’d caused me. All I had sacrificed was humanity, his sacrifice would be worse. His sacrifice would be his life.
CHAPTER 1
“Jasmine are you going to get up or what?” My sisters loud horribly, obnoxious voice drifted through my bedroom door. Sage was sixteen, blonde, and had the body of a model. She was definitely the kind of girl, other girls dreamed to be, and boys drooled over. Plus to add to the obnoxiousness she was head cheerleader.
Sadly though, no one knew of her true personality the one where she was the dragon and I was the damsel in distress. No one knew her better than I did, well with the exception of my brother. Dill he’s my twin brother, born two minutes after me, and he had blonde hair instead of my red. He was taller with a bigger stature, greater body build, and well star basketball player. While me, well I was short, twig like, and the best thing I was at was getting into trouble. Well there was the exception of my voice, and my ability to kick butt. Other than that I was pretty much the opposite of my brother.
“Jazzi get up! Mom told me that I could leave you behind if you didn’t get your little tush moving.” I groaned and rolled over onto my side. Opening my eyes I blinked the sleep away glancing over at my alarm clock. Pain seared in my eyes as the bright red light of my alarm clock burned my eyes. Great the perfect start to the day. Completely forgetting that I was a blasted werewolf. Sitting up I rubbed my eyes with my hand trying to shake the moment of blindness. Why did wolves have to have super senses? Couldn’t they be normal and not?
Every time I tried to do something normal I had these extra sensitive senses to get in the way. No matter what I tried I’d never been able to turn them off. They were a part of me now and I’d just have to get used to having them around.
“Are you even awake yet? Cause if you aren’t I will come in with a bucket of ice cold water and pour it all over you.” My eyes snapped to the door and a predatory growl rose up to my lips. Well if you don’t be quiet you won’t last the day, I thought into my head. The wolf was angry and he would probably go through with the threat. You could never control the roiling beast within. If it wanted something, it would stop at nothing to reach it, even if it meant my own life.
Angrily I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Bending over in a quick back stretch. Then standing back up straight and tall at my five foot two height. More banging came over from my door and I stalked over to it throwing it wide open. Sage stood on the other side in a brand-new white, electric blue, and silver cheerleader outfit. Her hair was expertly curled and done up in a waterfall. The curls fell perfectly over her shoulder, it’s honeyish color softening her complexion and skin tone. Make-up perfectly done, lip gloss lightly applied, and shoes tied tight, Sage made the perfect outline of a cheerleader. Add her loud mouth and her great flexibility, and she was the dream girl of the nation.
“Oh good you are up.” She smirked, her perfectly outlined, luscious pink lips doing it so naturally that I wanted to slap her for it.
“What are you getting me up for? It’s only...” I glanced over at my alarm clock turned back folded my arms over my chest and glared back at her. “5:45, we don’t leave for another hour.” I growled sneering angrily at her. I was just going to wear an old t-shirt and worn pair of jeans. There was no point in prettying myself up. No one to impress anymore. Plus this style fit my new persona so much more perfectly than my girly girl outfits.
“Cheer duh. Seriously I don’t know how much more shallow you can get. I’m so glad that coach didn’t accept you on the squad. We definitely can’t lose because of some stupid, lazy loser.” Anger rose within me making my cheeks flush. Digging my fingers into my arm, I did my best to not launch myself at my sister. The wolf growled and thrived under my skin, little pin pricks of pain ran up and down my body. Doing my best to contain the urge to let it out and tear her apart, I rolled my eyes at my sister.
“Why would I want to be a cheerleader anymore? I broke it off with David, no point in doing what he wanted me to do. Plus I don’t have to join the squad to make it stupid. You do that all on your own.” I turned on my heel, slamming the door as I walked back into my room. Problem with sister solved without killing anyone, check. Great I just had to make sure that I didn’t kill anyone and I’d have at least the rest of my life to practice this new technique.
I stumbled across my room towards my bed. Sage not wanting to be the one to give up banged on the door. Flopping down on my bed I gazed up at the ceiling. She was definitely pushing buttons, and she knew it. Growling I rolled onto my side, closing my eyes in the process. The thumps on the door faded to a slight background sound, kind of soothing actually.
Sighing with my eyes still closed I began to drift in the unknown. You know the place where it isn’t exactly sleep, and not really wakefulness. I was in that little void, drifting from one horrid thought to the next. Memories pushed themselves to the top but were overtaken as the other ones tried to reach out to me. I watched lazily as a memory from my fifth birthday sprouted before my eyes. Then a much more recent stronger one wrapped it’s dark scaly arms around it pulling back so as to replace it.
Watching slightly fascinated, from a distance, I watched the memory unravel. In the beginning it started sketchy seeming to skip from one thing to the next. Slightly fast so that I wasn’t able to focus clearly all on one moment in time. Faces and buildings blurred as they zoomed past, faint smells from the past made my stomach slightly nauseated. Finally the memory settled on one moment. Catching my breath I blinked through my watering eyes at what was going on around me.
A guy of about fifteen stood over a table wear a girl of fourteen lay. Her auburn hair was splayed around her on the table. Green eyes closed so as not to be seen into her soul. Arms crossed in an X over her chest, and a poppy placed carefully in one hand and a frond of Jasmine in the other. The girl was definitely me, short, skinny, and innocent.
The boy wore slightly baggy jeans, a tight light blue muscle shirt, and a summer green jacket open wide to show off his chest. His hair was wind swept to the side, light honey brown. Just as I remembered it. David’s eyes were closed, his gorgeous, endless blue pool eye hidden behind his eyelids. Still and quiet he began to chant silently.
Davids voice seemed muffled and far away, almost as if I were under water trying to listen.
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