Life of a loner

Prologue
There is a little den at the very bottom of Jamaa, nearly in the middle of the Phantom Badlands. In the cottage lives a wolf. She is considered a mad wolf. But she doesn't listen. Her name is Carrie. She goes to school, but its called The Phantom School. It teaches the  few students who dare to wander in that area about phantoms. Anatomy, whatever you can name. Here is Carrie's story.

Chapter 1
"Wake up! Wake up!" I groaned and sat up. "This had better be good Zoe!" I yelled. "But..... Carrie, the school is gone. Gone..." My paw flew to my mouth. This, this amazing school.... gone. I just stared at her and sliced into a phantom with my claws in anger. "Zoe! Go to Jamaa!" I yelled as loud as my vocal box would allow. "But I cant!" She yelled back. "Goooo!!!!" I yelled back, "Please Zoe!" She hastily looked back and then hopped away. Little did I know that was the dumbest idea ever.

Chapter 2
Well, I was a loner, feared by Jamaa, feared by the phantoms. It was horrible. I raised my own food. It.... it saddens me. ''Why did I send Zoe away to Jamaa to tell my 'scary' tale? ''I asked myself sadly. I would hear no voice. No Jamaalian voice for.... maybe forever! Except mine of course. One day I was pulling up weeds in my polluted garden, when I saw a forlorn Koala. It was a he-koala. I gasped, surprised. Only I lived here. But was I really the only one? I pondered it until he spoke up, his voice hoarse with dryness. "Help..." He begged