The Life of Jack
#1 of Jack the woulf
Do you miss seeing your friends and family? Well I shore do.
But before I go into detail with this I should introduce my self. My name is Jack Smith, and I'm a wolf with gray fur red eye's and dark blue spiky hair. I was born in Nottingham England, I'm 18 years of age and I'm just about to begin my new life of college in America New York.
Snits my mum and dad got a new job there we had to move to the USA. At first I was furious at them for not discussing it with me first, but eventfully I just decided to man up and just accept my fate.
My friends were sad that I had to go but non the les they wished me good luck on starting my new life in America, we promest each other that we would keep in touch.
Some people would like to call me a boy with many talents. The reason for this is because I can play football (Soccer if your American) like a pro. Well so my P.E teacher tells me.
And I play the guitar as a hobby snits I love music. I also know marshal arts, which my dad kind of pushed me into doing this because he wants me to defend my self when I need to, at times I did have to resort to this because there was a time were I was constantly being beaten up by the bullies of the school, and when I learnt how to defend my self I never was bulled agene. And thanks to this I gained an afletic figure.
And I'm a one of the many students who managed to pass my final exams. They were good enough to get me into a college.
But I think I have said enough about me. It's time to continue with the story.
Jacks Prov:
As I looked at the college campus in front of me, I couldn't help be have a wave of nerves wash over me. I just shacked the feeling of and just made my way up to the college that I was going to be staying for the next few years.
'I'll be fine. It will be just like school. Only this time ill be staying here and sheering a room with someone.'
I nervously fort while I was carrying my bags up the college steps and then I made my way to the doors. When I got to the receptionist I ask here were dorm 306 was, and she politely told me that it was on the 4th floor. I told here thanks and I then I made my way up the stirs to the 4th floor.
I was naked when I got to the 2nd floor; in fact I was so tired that I had to drop my bags on the floor and sit down. I may have a body of an athlete but that doesn't make me strong enough to carry two suite cases that way a ton and to have a heavy bag over your shoulders.
"Hay. Are you ok there?"
I looked to my left to see a female snow leperd with a white top and leggings on with some casual trainers. I got to my feet and looked at the girl with a friendly smile and said.
"Yes I'm fine thank you. I'm just tired from carrying my bags to get to my dorm room to the 4th floor."
As soon as I said this she looked at me with a surprised look on here face.
"What... Are you British?"
I just gave here a confusing look, a bit surprised that she couldn't gees straight away due to the ascent. I looked at here but with a small smile on my face again.
"Yes. I am British."
Here face then went from surprise to joy and she looked at me with a big smile on here face.
"Oh cool, I never mere some one from England. Hi my name is Jessica Snow, what's yours?"
She asked with here hand extended out to me, gesturing for a handshake. I gladly took here hand and shook it.
"Jack, Jack Smith. It's a plesher to meat you Jessica."
"Like wise. So do you need a hand with those?"
She said pointing at my bags with here paw. I looked at my bags and the flight of sitars that I have yet to rich up to. I tern around to face here and decide to take here up on the offer.
"Yes, that would be very helpful thanks."
She then gave a smile and picked up one of my suitcases and we started to go up the stares to the 4th floor. As we did I fort to my sleuth that tithes wouldn't be so bad after all.
This is my ferst story, so sorry if it's not very good. And sorry if you see lots of typos and gramer mistaks.