Ann, being a shapeshifter, laughed at all the animals that ran away when people got to close. Her favorite being the tiger, wich she could shift into.
I calmly obsevered as people stared at Ann, who was screaming with laughter (probably the cause of the animals running away).
I stood, hands on the railing, watching the gazel run around in the semi-open plainn area. I was naturally facinated by their nimble legs, twisted horns, and short tan fur. I imagined the quick gazel running around in Africa, eating grass, and other things gazel do.
Ann grabbed my hand and towed me to the next exibit. I sighed and followed her.
After six hours of Ann dragging me around the zoo, she finnaly giggled, "Ok, I'm bored, let's go home."
I graciasly agreed.
We drove home in Ann's black Honda, but, as most things go, a bad day that started out bad ended just as terrible. Ann started playing 80's rock.
When we pulled in the driveway at my house, I could've have been more relieved.
I grabs my recycle bones canvas purse, and headed inside.
Once in the saftey of my room, I collapsed on my bed. I was physically and mentally drained. I changed into my pj's, wich consised of a pair of soft grey plaid pants, and a skull t-shirt.. I walked all the way down cellar and over to the industrial sized freezer. I pulled open the door and peered inside.
Only a few bottles left. Hmm, I wondered how I would explain to the doctos office this time that I really needed human blood.
I grabbed one of the glass bottles sitting on the shelf and headed upstairs. I tipped my head back to let the blood run down my throat. It tasted good, the metallicy taste of cold blood running through my system powering me up again.
When all the blood in the bottle was gone, I tossed it in the plastic garbage can and went back in my room. I jumped in bed and settled down for a night of harsh dreams.