I Am Twelve Novels & Stories

I worked very hard: doing every push-up the way she taught us and running every lap as fast as I could in order to become better and stronger every year. Until my 12th birthday. We waited for my first shift and my wolf throughout winter, but she never came. Everyone was devastated, but I felt relieved. We didn’t understand why I was wolfless. We thought maybe we didn’t know my age correctly, and I was only 11.

~ Emma ~ *Twelve years ago* I work in one of the fanciest rich clubs in town. I walked in with my crew — three bad bitches moving like we owned the whole damn place. I was twenty, fresh out the streets, already stacking money faster than most niggas twice my age.

I could see myself at five, standing on the bed, singing loudly into a hairbrush while my mom clapped and laughed. I could see myself at eight, hiding under the blanket with a flashlight while Dad read me one of his strange books, his deep voice soothing me even when I didn’t understand a single word. I could see myself at twelve, stomping my foot and yelling because I didn’t get the birthday gift I wanted. And my mom hugged me anyway, her perfume filling my nose. I blinked, and the images were gone. Just dust and silence left. I dropped onto the bed and hugged the old bear tight.

**** Hyacinth **** I looked at the food in front of me. All of them looked delicious, and I couldn’t help but eat more. I was so hungry. I don't have enough money to buy snacks or lunch, so I sneak whatever’s left over in the fridge. I was twelve years old, and I was going through a lot of changes in my body. I was confused and curious, but there was my friend who always told me what was going on with me. There were times when I wanted to eat things, but I couldn't afford them.

, " I helped you chase away those bullies" Seeing her determined expression, he was too exhausted to argue with her so he asked, " What do you want?", " Help me get a lizard and a cockroach", she demanded. " What?!", " Then I'll let you go or I'll injure myself, run to my mum and tell her you injured me", " You're crazy, you know that right?", "It shouldn't be surprising", " How old are you?", " 12". He scoffed, "That's ridiculous." he eyed her.

A skinny, crying, invisible kid in an oversized jacket that wasn't mine. He probably doesn't remember any of it. Probably doesn't remember the garden. The bench. The tears. The words he said to me. But I remember everything. Every single thing. I remember it like it was yesterday. Like it was five minutes ago. Like it's happening right now while I'm lying in his bed in his penthouse wearing his shirt with his cum still drying on my lips. I remember it all. --- It was my birthday. I was twelve. I'd been counting down for weeks. Not because I expected anything. Because counting down made the day feel like it mattered. Like it was something. Like I was something.

In case you haven’t noticed, you are number one trending news. As I went to take my seat, I thought back to when I was younger. When I was 12, I thought it would be cool to be a rock star. I would go on tours and everybody would like to take photos of me and have my signature and id smile and wave for hundreds of cameras. Fate had the worst sense of humor I have ever witnessed.

Mia was still young, and I didn't want her to get hurt by some boy who was only interested in her for a short while. "You need to be more responsible, Mia," I said, my tone stern but controlled. "You're too young to be involved in any form of relationship. You need to focus on your studies and your future, you are just twelve." Mia as usual was not having it, “dad, I am fourteen, I will be fifteen in weeks or so. I am no longer twelve, how do you always say I am twelve every year.” “I do not care. What is the difference between fourteen and twelve? It is the same thing!” I snapped. My chest heaved with the effort of controlling myself, but the anger inside me

"Mom and dad are a mess. Wait, how do you know about the things happening?” I disengaged and met her eyes. “I've been here. I sneak in and out of the pack. I was in the meeting yesterday." Her mouth dropped open. “You were there? You heard everything?" “Yes little bear, I did," I replied. “I’m not a little bear anymore,” she pouted. "I turn twelve next week." I chuckled softly. "Of course, you're not a little bear anymore." “So you saw Isla being dragged away?" She pressed.

Twelve Years Ago-Age Thirteen Daddy was letting me redecorate my room. He had said I was a teenager now, that I was old enough to have a new room and design it myself. It was such a cool idea and very sweet, but I wasn't like the other girls at school. I didn't hang out at the mall on weekends and polish my nails pink and giggle over boys. As a matter of fact, my only two friends were boys.