DANCING WITH LYCANS

Well, how about I introduce myself, I'm Angelica Monroe. Close friends call me Jelly for short, the nickname started when I was in high school, during a sleepover I had with my two closest girlfriends, Brynna and Teagan. They decided my name was too long, and I needed a nickname to fit my sparkling personality. Several attempts to come up with a new nickname and I decided I needed a late night snack, we all walked into the kitchen, and the girls started pulling things out of the fridge. Brynna was always the health nut, pulling out carrots and celery to appease her hunger. Teagan, being the most mischievous in our trio, was trying to break into Brynna's parents' liquor cabinet, I laughed when she failed and settled on making hot tea instead. "Disappointed that you didn't didn't get your hot toddy this time?" I snicker. "They must've got wise on me." Teagan sat in defeat. "I told you to add water to replace the liquid. I'm surprised they didn't yell at me for letting it happen, " Brynna sighed. "That is disgusting, Brynna. I don't want anything watered down either, and you know I was going to go for seconds!." Brynna rolled her eyes at Teagan. "Then you shouldn't have touched it in the first place, Teagan!" "Stop bickering and shove food into your pie holes!" Ugh, I'm starving, and their bickering is only turning my hunger into h-anger. That's what I call hunger with an attitude. I wanted something quick and easy that would hold me over and decided to make a peanut butter and jelly. I start scanning the pantry for the peanut butter jar, but all I find is organic almond butter. "BRYNNNA! Why can't your parents buy something with sugar in it?!" I groan. I see Brynna roll her eyes at me, and I narrow my stare at her. "Everything in there will only benefit your overall declining health, thanks to all of your sugar consumption." Teagan laughs as she reaches for the sugar "Well powder my ass and call me a doughnut. I would consummate with sugar if I could solidify it into a man." "I'm pretty sure we could make that happen." I say as I smear the almond butter on as thin as possible onto my bread. "Ah. I can see it now! Cotton candy hair. Chocolate molding for the body and a great big lollipop for the p***s!" Teagan and Brynna laugh as I lick the jelly off of the spoon. Brynna makes a face. "Are you imagining the jelly on your spoon as a lollipop? Be careful with that." She smirks and tilts up her chin in a judging way. "Why should I? I can show this spoon a good time if I want to. We're having a moment, " I say, very pleased with myself as I go to deep throat the spoon. "If she keeps that up, Brynna, she's gonna get pregnant with the nut butter!" They both laugh and snort as I choke on the spoon that I pushed down a little too far. "You guys are so wrong for that!" I shake my head. Brynna's eyes light up with excitement "Ooh! I know, Teagan! We'll call her Jelly for short. An-Jelly-ca! Hahaha. " I rolled my eyes as I knew I would not live it down after this night. I really miss my friends. I haven't seen them in a while, except for the occasional video chat that we call "group therapy." It's usually just about the drama that seems to happen too frequently in the life of a teenager. One of the things that brought my friends and I together was the fact that our birthdays were freakishly close to one another. My birthday is the last of our three birthdays, and this year, it will be a month after our graduation. Brynna's parents have money and plan to throw her the biggest get-together our town has ever seen since her birthday follows graduation day. Not one person wasn't invited, except for me, as Brynna knew that my time here was limited and for the first time in 6 years I'd miss attending my best friend's birthday. Teagan's family always travels for their birthdays so that their whole family can join in and celebrate each other. So it's not like Brynna and I had the option of spending Teagan's birthday with her, we'd usually just dedicate the next day we saw her after her birthday, as Teagan's special day. My parents wanted me to attend one of the best schools and moved to the town of Southlake and had planned on moving back to their hometown after I graduated. Just as my life was expected to take off as I came into my own adult person, I was expected to leave and start off in a place only familiar to my parents. I couldn't understand why my parents decided to uproot my life and wouldn't even give me the chance of sharing one last hoorah to childhood with my friends. "I'm a 5'3", unpredictable, yet lovable goofball. If you're not finding humorous light in the darkest parts of your day, are you really living? I'm not everyone's cup of tea, but that's fine. It shows me who my people are. These days, I'm grieving the loss of my old life, not willing to embrace the new town, new house, and new people. It took me long enough to find two that I really liked. I almost feel like my old life is impossible to replace, and what's worse is that there is nothing I can do until I turn 18.