The secret essay
Secrecy, it’s the one thing that can tear everyone apart, yet it keeps life interesting. In the book Nightshade, being in a pack of shape-shifting wolves was fun for Calla, being the alpha and all. Just for the one part where its tough to hold your secrets in while not thinking about them. If you do then the wolves your with will pry those secrets out.
Calla is the alpha of the shadow pack and is to be mated to Ren, alpha of the Banes. Yet when she meets Shane problems jump into their lives. Calla and Shane find some mysteries and confusing facts. She is having a difficult time keeping those moments from everyone. Wouldn't you? Seeing as the fact that your fellow pack mates can hear your thoughts. Privacy and Secrecy aren't really an option. When you keep more an more secrets, it gets harder and harder to not let them escape.
When life gets interesting you know some secrecy is involved. Keeping away those secrets in the depths can actually harm people. Yet does that mean we should tell people everything? If secrets hurt people why do we keep them? Its confusing, yes, but at the same time it doesn't. It can tear down our mountains we have built, but keep life moving. You have a secret, what do you do?
I numbly put on the black dress. Next comes the heels. I don't feel anything. I can't. My mother is dead. My beloved Mama. Dad is currently on his third bottle of Jack Daniels. The man is lost. Through all of these years him and Mama have stayed deeply in love. And her death has destroyed him. He doesn't even have the strength to attend the funeral. Good Lord. How the heck am I going to do this. Going to the funeral all by myself. But then again, Drake might go. But you can never know with my brother. He's not exactly the image of responsible. More like a wild mustang. Doing anything he wants. Never stopping to settle down anywhere. I think he believes he was born to piss off the world. And that in itself could be a fact. Who knows. He already has a juvenile record that is like 6 pages long and is headed for just a regular criminal record.He is 19 years old. Jeez. The years have currently flew by. I can remember it like yesterday. It was a week before Christmas. Mama and I were making cookies for the annual Christmas Dinner with the family. I was 6 and Drake was 9 He was standing next to me trying with all his might to convince me that Santa Clause was fake and that he had been dead for quite some time. (his words not mine) All I could think was " Mama would never lie to me. She loves me too much." But in the end, I found out that Mama did lie to me. And a about a hell of a lot more than Santa clause. But basically my whole life.
Life and Lies
I numbly put on the black dress. Next comes the heels. I don't feel anything. I can't. My mother is dead. My beloved Mama. Dad is currently on his third bottle of Jack Daniels. The man is lost. Through all of these years him and Mama have stayed deeply in love. And her death has destroyed him. He doesn't even have the strength to attend the funeral. Good Lord. How the heck am I going to do this. Going to the funeral all by myself. But then again, Drake might go. But you can never know with my brother. He's not exactly the image of responsible. More like a wild mustang. Doing anything he wants. Never stopping to settle down anywhere. I think he believes he was born to piss off the world. And that in itself could be a fact. Who knows. He already has a juvenile record that is like 6 pages long and is headed for just a regular criminal record.He is 19 years old. Jeez. The years have currently flew by. I can remember it like yesterday. It was a week before Christmas. Mama and I were making cookies for the annual Christmas Dinner with the family. I was 6 and Drake was 9 He was standing next to me trying with all his might to convince me that Santa Clause was fake and that he had been dead for quite some time. (his words not mine) All I could think was " Mama would never lie to me. She loves me too much." But in the end, I found out that Mama did lie to me. And a about a hell of a lot more than Santa clause. But basically my whole life.
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