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The Promise	By : AlluringWords Category: G through L > Ginger Snaps Views: 1986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING: This is a bloody, violent, very harsh language, very adult sexual content story. If you do not like or can not handle such a story, please do not continue any further. Thank you and for those who can not only stomach it, but might actually enjoy it: Read on!
Disclaimer: I own no rights or make any money or profit off the Ginger Snaps series. I only use the already created character to enhance my personal thoughts that I have written on paper.
Author’s note: I knew I wanted this story to occur in Washington State because it’s boundless plush forest and seclusion from the rest of the world. I had no idea what to call the town, only basically where in the state I wanted it to be. Looking at several maps one place hit me square in the head and I thought, ‘It doesn’t get any better than that.’ So Diablo, Washington it is. – Diablo meaning devil in Spanish.

The Promise
Chapter 1 - School Dazes…
It was any normal boring day at the sleepy town’s high school where the halls were crammed with pimply faced adolescents. I was minding my own business when I caught a faint scent of something that gained my attention. At first I thought it was purely my imagination, my own desire that caused me to smell it in the first place. I again inhaled deeply but over the muck of students in the halls, I could smell nothing out of the ordinary. Slightly saddened, I slumped my back pack over my shoulder and proceeded to push my way though the plethora of bodies. A poster on my right caught my attention and as I was reading the dumb school announcement, a member of the student body slammed hard into me. I looked down at the brunette girl who shrugged off the collision and quickly disappeared into the crowd behind me. My mind immediately went to, ‘What? Nobody around here as manners?’
My new school, in my new town, where my new life would begin, was located in the sleepy town Diablo, Washington. The closest metropolitan city was Mt. Vernon, and Diablo was still a couple of hours north. The township itself was neatly tucked away in a seemingly endless supply of dark green trees that hid the mountains behind them. The miles of plush, year round forest, housed a plethora of wild animals.
The temperature here was a lot cooler than my last place of residence and there seemed to be a constant blanket of fog. There were days where the sun shined brightly but for the most part, you needed a jacket with you at all times. Because of our proximity to the ocean, sudden rain showers were also a fact of life around these parts. In spite of the physical changes I had to overcome, this was the perfect place for me right now. It was quiet even somewhat lazy, and I loved it. Most importantly to me, crime was very low here. It was something that was priceless to me.
Staring down at my new shoes that now bared a scuff mark from my absent minded fellow student, I smelled it again. My eyes widened and as I spun around quickly I almost knocked over several students myself. I stood in the wrong direction of the flowing sea of bodies and several students had to dodge me as if I were a large rock in a mountain stream. I strained to see, I strained to smell. I knew that smell. It was familiar. It was home and someone, that girl, had it all over her.
I tried to shove my way through the crowd but like the mother sea herself we were only pulled apart further despite my need to reach her. I tried to see what she looked like, how old was she? What grade was she in? Desperate I thought, ‘Can you at least see what she was wearing?’ I felt my chest deflate as hope slowly disappeared in the sea of bodies. The best I could make out was she was a shorter brunette. I think her hair was long. It was hard to say, her head was hidden in pages of books. I laughed to myself, ‘It’s a wonder she could see at all as deep as her face was buried under those books.’ She looked younger maybe. Perhaps she was a Junior maybe even a Sophomore. Turning around before I was late for my first class I discussed with myself, ‘Ok that narrows it down a bit. I’m looking for a female, brunette with long hair who is either in the 10^th or 11^th grade. – Yeah right. Better luck playing the lottery.’ I looked back over my shoulder once more hoping she’d be standing there despite the shuffling crowd; just waiting for me. Nothing. ‘Really, who are you kidding?’
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A couple of days later I was walking the halls and I picked up the scent again. The halls were much emptier now as most classes had already started. There is no way I am losing that girl this time. I frantically ran the halls like a mad person. I must have looked like a fool. Down one corridor and around another; I saw nothing but the scent was strong. I came screeching to a stop and peered over the stairwell. I thought I had picked up the scent again. And there she was. Two flights down.
I jumped as many stairs as I could in shock that I didn’t break something. Bam! Down the first flight I went flying over as many as 9 or 10 steps at a time. The second set had a lot more students on them and I found myself feeling like a human pinball machine as I bobbed and weaved to desperately get past them. There she is about 20 meters in front of me. She turned around suddenly as she realized someone is following her. Unable to stop my forward momentum, it rapidly became clear I was ‘chasing her’. She bolted like a new born deer and the last expression on her face was fear. I yell out to her, “Wait. I just want to talk!” “Damn!” She’s gone.
Reaching the bottom of the steps I frantically looked around to see where she had gone. I saw nothing. I smelled nothing. I rushed around the corner hopeful to continue my search when all the sudden I felt a stiff hand grab the collar of my jacket. “And where are you going in such a hurry?” ‘Shit!’ It was a teacher who had been watching me perform my near acrobatic show coming down the stairs. We both wearily glanced back at the stairs as the older gentleman and I exchanged looks conveying my guilty actions. “We don’t allow running or flying at this school.” His tweed sports jacketed body looked back up at the stairwell slightly impressed that I too hadn’t killed myself in such a panic. All I could muster in my defense was a shameful, “Sorry ‘bout that?”
I was dragged off to the principle’s office where I was studiously given 3 days detention for running in the halls. God I felt like a 10 year old, ‘Really?’
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