Jude Willowcaine
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|  | Confessions of a Teenage Werewolf (Jude's Journal)
« Thread Started on Nov 11, 2009, 2:03pm » | |
:;The Seven (Main) Things that Made Jude Willowcaine Who he is;:
1. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...
The flash of a camera, encouraging yells, egging him on to make a wish. Jude grinned, eyes scanning the room of people. Parents, sister, friends, family friends, all surround him, all looking at him. He didn't mind, the brunette loved being the center of attention.
"C'mon Jude," Terra said, smiling at him knowingly, "Blow out the candles already, we want cake!" Shouts of agreement - how could he argue with that? The scrawny twelve year old leaned forward and with a large intake of breath, blew out the swirly birthday candles. Applause, his mom scooting people by with a large cake knife, slicing the chocolate cake into squares for everyone.
"Pst, what'd you wish for?" Came a whisper beside him, hazel eyes meeting the blue ones of his slightly older friend Jonathan.
A mischievous grin, "Secret." and gladly accepted the biggest piece of cake from his mother's hands, leaving the other boy looking slightly forlorn, but amused.
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A sigh. Not really a sad one, not really a bother one... One of exasperation. And knowing. It was his mother's. Passing by their room, as his parents friends had lastly come to pick them up, removing them from his parent's care. Sitting on the floor beside the white door, cracked open only a bit, he could see his mother and father sitting upon their messily made bed, looking very... bothered.
"What does this mean..?" His father pressed, staring at his wife with drawn eyebrows.
She looked at him, a sad smile on her face. "It means our son doesn't have magical abilities." She explained, very quietly, very bluntly.
Jude's eyes widened. His elder sister, Terra, went to a magic school. She could do cool tricks with a stick and spoke weird words to make things disappear, float, do anything really. His mother had told him once that he could do that too... But he had never been able to, even if he tried. He tried very hard, he really wanted to like Terra. He wanted to be special, and go to that cool school far away, and make things explode with his mind.
But... he can't?
2. "What're you, a girl?"
A whimper escaped, biting down hard on his lower lip to hold in a cry. "Look at 'im! He's cryin'. Like a wittle baby." A teasing, condescending tone coming from a chubby boy with messy blonde hair, glaring down at the scrawny brunette. Pressing his back against the cold, brick wall, trying to escape. Trying to disappear. The blonde boy mocked him, putting his balled fists to his own eyes, making 'crying' noises in a high, girly voice. "Like a li'l girl!" The pimply boy with overgrown black hair beside him laughed, but eyed Jude warily.
Jude was small - really small. Shorter than the other boys in his class, weighing a lot less too. His face was feminine, hair was long... He really did look like a girl from the wrong angle.
Another harsh kick to his side, pain searing through his ripcage and leg, eyes springing tears. A cry of pain, dying down in whimpers, unheard to the brawny boy who laughed at this kid. In truth, the blonde was only afraid his features would be noted - his unusually high cheek bones, too much fat in his chest. "I'm not a girl." He thought menacingly. "I won't be thought as one."
Another kick, the other teenager standing back and observing, a strained smirk on his face. "He-hey, dude... I think you're actually hurting him." Jude let out a cry, bruises swelling in painful welts forming on his side. He cowered against the wall, shivering in the cool air of early spring. "Dude!" The boy yelled, learching forward to pull him back, "Uh... S-someone's coming!" He shouted, pointing to the other end of the sidewalk.
"Shit," The blonde hissed, "You'd better not tell anyone about this!" He said, running down the sidewalk and disappearing around the corner. The other teenager gaving him a sympathetic look before following his blonde companion.
Jude laid on the cold sidewalk for a while, ignoring the sounds around him... Footsteps coming and going, a few words spoken to him directly, a light touch on his shoulder causing a flinch.
"Jude?" A worried cry, his hazel eyes turning up to look at his mom. She stood, disheveled. Her hair in tumbles, grocery bags in hand, panting from her run in heels.
A smile, a nod, "Hey mum. I'm alright, just a bit tired is all."
3. Chuga chuga chuga chuga, woo-woo!
"Hey, cut that out!" He said, laughing at his elder sister, ruffling up his already crazy looking hair.
"Need a bloody haircut, silly," She said, a smile on her face. Sudden change in her playful demeanor as she leaned down and hugged her shorter brother. "I'm gonna miss you kid, please stay out of trouble. And don't give mom a heart attack!" Terra said, laughing at the afterthought. She was pretty, older now. Her hair had grown out into long, wavy brown locks tumbling down her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes gave off a fuzzy feeling, comforting. Growing into her babyfat, she was a lovely looking seventh year, pleasant features.
"Terra Willowcaine, get over here before the train leaves!" Came a call from a laughing girl with glasses. She smiled, turning back to her family giving them one last smile and blowing a kiss as she ran off towards the train and hugged the Ravenclaw.
Jude leaned against the brick collumn tiredly, waving at his sister as she turned onto the train and disappeared around the corner. Glancing around to the fellow students, clad in regular clothes for muggle society, laughing with their friends, hurrying to find lost items and board the train before it left. Blinking, one particular person caught his eye.
A blonde teenager, probably not much older than him... Perhaps the same age actually. Platnium blonde hair, a sharp jaw, bright eyes. He stood, laughing with another boy who looked slightly older than him. Jude stared at this boy... He was pretty, the brunette concluded. Trying to move on, as to not creep on this particular student... and yet having the inability to tear his eyes from the blonde. "Oscar!" The blonde turned towards another friend, smiling broadly at the girl who approached him.
That smile -- Jude's heart fluttered, tearing his eyes away with a light pink tint on his face.
4. Run, run, run as fast as you can.
The world zipped by, the buildings blurring into one shade of inky grey. Feet thudding loudly on the grass ground, blades leaving miniscule cuts along the bare skin. Heart aching, lungs expanding further than they should have, hair whipping wildly behind him. It was warm, but the wind made it cold. He couldn't feel it, not on his heated skin. Even with the sweat coming to the surface of his pale skin, even though he should have been cold, should have stopped... He didn't.
He ran. Faster than he ever had before, his feet without shoes, his mind without a care. Shouts all around him, but he ignored that. He blocked it out. It was only him, and there. He was trying to get there, past there, before anyone else. Because he was better than them, faster. He could run, further away than any of them could. Faster than any of them could. And never look back.
Forget where he was, forget who they were, and just keep running... Forever, never stop. Run around the world and never once look where he's going. Never once wonder where his feet will take him. Just go.
"Jude! Jude, stop running, you won!" Came into his thoughts, breaking his concentration. The brunette skidded to a stop, standing very still.... Blinking one, twice, looking around. He had run over the finish line of the race, and almost completely across the feild...
"Oh," He said, smiling sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. His cheast heaved with every breath, trying to make it back to normal rhythm of just walking, of just being.
Instead of running.
5. Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight.
"I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish, I wish tonight." He completed the rhyme he remembered using so many years ago. How many? He couldn't quite recall. It was just when him and his sister were young, and at his grandmother's house. She taught them that. To pick out one star, and wish on it. And that wish would come true.
Thinking about it, Jude wasn't entirely sure if his wish ever did come true... - what did he wish about? He couldn't remember. Possibly something about flying. Or lollipops.
Glancing up at the swirling inky sky, he smiled easily. It was out here that you could really think. It was so quiet (minus Jonathan's father who was snoring rather loudly in the tent less than five feet away). Crickets, the wind passing through countless trees... A howl. Jude shivered in excitement. He loved camping with his friend, he went as often as he could. Jonathan's father had long ago gone to sleep. But he remained awake... Jonathan dozing next to the first where he sat. The moon was full, illuminating the mountain top. Coals from the first let off an orange glow, slowly dying - he prodded them with a stick, watching as the spark danced and ignited against the scraps of wood.
What time was it? Jude couldn't tell you. Sometime in the early morning, that September day. Another howl - was that closer than before? Glancing around, suddenly a pooling feeling in his stomach...
Something wasn't right....
The crickets had stopped chirping. Blinking, he looked around hurriedly. "Jonathan," He hissed, pushing his friend wildly. He groaned. "Wake up!" He shoved him again.
"Whut?" He groaned, rolling over on the cold ground.
Jude paused, looking around again, "Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Nothing! Exactly!" He exclaimed, "There's nothing. But that's weird, 'cause we're in the mountains, and there are bugs, and why would the bugs stop making noise, huh, huh!?" He asked in a rush, words blurring together. He shook his friend, who glared at him skeptically. They both paused suddenly, when a noise was introduced. A loud 'snap!' noise, leaves rustling loudly. "It's an ax murderer," The brunette hissed.
"Logically," Sarcasm in his companion's voice. "Dad!" He called loudly, voice over a whisper. "Daaad!" A sudden ripping noise caused Jude's stomach to drop.
Tree branches crashed to the ground, a large, brown wolf staring at them... That's not a normal wolf... "I'm dreaming," He whispered, so lowly, only Jonathan could hear him...
"I wish." His friend said back.
6. Summer days
Tick, tick, tick, tick. The watch was loud, really loud. Annoyingly loud. The brunette rolled over, glaring at the other boy laying next to him. They laided upon a rooftop, staring at the cloud twisting in the sky in the midsummer afternoon. "Your watch is bothersome." He muttered, sending him a mock glare. Unable to keep a straight face, Jude's mouth twitched into a grin only seconds after he sent this accusation.
"Oh yeah?" The boy with red hair asked, raising his eyebrows playfully. "Well I'm sorry, but I like my watch."
"Well I don't!" The brunette protested loudly, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting at the redhead.
A grin across his face, "Well what are you going to do about it?"
A pause between the two boys... "Gimme that watch!" Jude yelled, tackling the already strung out boy, who toppled them over and they rolled across the flat roof. Jude's hand wrapped around the boy's wrist, trying to undo the band on his watch. The redhead pushed him away, laughing as the stubborn brunette pushed him away, and again tried to undo the band. This went on for a spell, both boys were fairly scrawny and unable to overpower the other. Jude's hand were fumbly and clumsy, unable to get a good grip on the watch to remove it and chuck it as far as he could.
They tumbled again, and this time the redhead pinned the hyperactive teen against the roof. Panting, he laughed out, "Gotcha."
Pouting again, "Henry," He whined, struggling against the other boy wildly, before flumping back against the roof, out of the breath.
"Jerk," He whispered, with a grin.
"That's me," Henry concluded, an equally mischievous grin.
Pausing for a while, they were silent... Wasn't an uncomfortable silence, there was just a lack of words to speak.
"It's hard to breathe with you on top of me." Jude concluded after a moment.
"I'm sorry." The redhead said quietly. Hazel eyes cracked open to look at the boy, confused at his tone of voice.
"You alright?" He asked, blinking at the sunlight cast above them. Henry didn't answer, causing a confused look upon the young teen's face. The redhead leaned down, his eyes not meeting the hazel eyes which watched him so intently. "Please don't hate me." He whispered, touching their lips together.
7. Life is wasted on the living
The book was set carefully in the stack. It wound up, probably over twenty books making up the tower in his room. Jude didn't own many things, but his books were one of the few. Most people he met didn't expect him to be a reader - he didn't take it personally, neither did he. But books seemed to occupy his time more, and more lately.
Douglas Adams' The Complete Hitchhiker's Guide series was his latest literary interest.
"Life is wasted on the living," He repeated quietly. Thinking about the context of that sentence - it was a bit true... What happens when we die. Terra had said there were ghosts at her school, real ghosts! They spoke to you and knew you and remembered things. They were just dead...
Pausing, the brunette smiled easily. "I'm not going to waste my life." He concluded, opening the door to his room. Glancing down the hall, he knew his parents were asleep by that point. Tiptoeing through the hallway, he opened the closet and got out a duffle bag, returning to his room. Throwing clothes into the bag, books, a toothbrush, his piggybank, the werewolf thought...
Dear mom and dad,
By the time you'll read this, I'll be gone. Don't worry, I'm not stupid, anymore. I'm going away for a while. I need some time to think...................
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