Who Spat In Your Pizza, Alpha Dude

You Haven't Seen Anything Yet

The inside space was huge and it had all the books that I need as well as my sports clothes. What's even better is that it had my name on the books. Wow! Glancing at my piece of paper for my schedule, I find out what I'm going to be needing for this to-early-for-comfort morning.

Homegroup: Resource Center, Mr Burns

Lesson 1: English, Mrs Fonte

Lesson 2: Woodwork, Mr Lawler

Recess,

Lesson 3: PDHPE, Mr Evers

Lesson 4: Science, Mrs Lawson

Lunch

Lesson 5: Art, Mrs Stock

Well, today isn't the worst I have had. Woodwork is my second period and no words can express how much I love it. Before the disaster, I wanted to be an engineer. But now, not so much.

Running is the second thing that I love to do. So I guess you can tell what my second favourite subject is. PE. I don't know how to describe the feeling I have while running but I guess it's just peace. It makes me feel free again, well for that short amount of time anyway. With the rhythm of my heartbeat and the pounding of my feet hitting the ground. And the winds whipping through my hair, like I'm standing on a beach. It just calms me.

Art, well what's there to say. It's basically the only thing keeping me from going insane. Keeping me planted on this world. I am in love with painting. I remember when I was little and I said that I wanted to marry art. I remember trying to write my vows. Keyword trying. I haven't learnt much words yet, so it wasn't the prettiest. But mama bear gave me a 10 for effort. And I remember being so happy because 10 was the highest you could get. Well, the highest I could count to anyway.

Art helps me to relieve my stress. To show my emotions. To make a world, where I could just be somewhere I could fit in. it's one of my only ways to talk with my old self. It's just so mem-

BRING!

The nasty sound breaks me out of my thoughts of the past, and I guess it's time to move on. Well, I don't really have a choice with the kids pushing and shoving around and I really didn't want to be caught in the middle. So, I guess I should probably take that move sooner rather than later.

Looking back at my time table, I just notice that I have to go to my homegroup. Glancing up, I'm ready to ask someone where it is when I notice that people have already started racing away down the hall. Welp, with everyone heading that way, I picked up my bag and made the long journey down the corridor hoping to find it.

Going through this 'school' is like a maze. I lost track of the person in front of me, so now I was a loner. But, that doesn't make any difference to many anyway.

But Jesus, they're so many hallways and corridors pointing out from each other. I found stairs about 5 minutes ago. Did you know they had stairs? Freaking Dora the Explora, the building only looks like it's one story. Sorry, Jesus for saying your name in a bad way. Please forgive me, your highness. And yes, I still believe in god, even with the life I have been living.

Man, I need to focus. Get your head back in the game, Sophia. I thought to myself. Okay, Resource Center, where are you. Come out, come out wherever you are. I said to myself. Wow, I really am becoming delusional, because I never heard of a Resource Center with legs, but you never know. I never believed in werewolves until one transformed in front of me.

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Bold letters stopped me in my tracks. What is it with signs and bold letters around here, but I guess I'm thankful for it. I don't know what I would do without them. Without them, I would be walking around forever, not knowing that it was the weekend. Then, people will come in and see how I thought it was the end of the world. It's wouldn't be a pretty sight.

Like uncle papa taught me when I was little, I try to open up my ears using my auricular. Ever since I was a young cub, my uncle papa said I have very flexible ears. So he thought, why waste the opportunity to teach me how to use them better? Therefore teaching me to hear things from a far distance that many cannot.

"Emma Pattison?" The name breaks me out of my thoughts. The name that came from a gruff voice but with a tinge, making you know that he is pretty young. Looking down at the piece of paper in my hand, I am able to tell that this is the infamous, Mr Burns.

"Here." Came a sweet voice, indicating that this must be Emma. Straight away I know that she is a sweet little twig on the outside, but underneath. She's a devil, sweet, and yes I know this because of my fabulous hearing. So, don't dis it.

"Charlotte Axon?" The gruff voice came again.

"Here." Came another rich voice, yet this time, it's an overhanging edge. Perfect, a sarcastic one. I guess I have found my mates then.

"Sophia Crimstone?" The same gruff man speaks again. Ah, this is my queue.

"Here!" I announced, banging the door open. The whole homegroup looks at me, and I just smirk in return.

"Ahh, Mrs Crimstone. So nice to have you here. Now if you want your life to stay all rosey dosey, I suggest you never do that again." Mhm, I like him. I can already tell that this homegroup is gonna be one hell of a class.

Smiling sweetly, I answer.

"Mr Burns. Sorry to trouble you with my beautiful presence. Please continue, don't stop for me." With that, I curtsey and make my way up to the back of the classroom and sit down in the only free spot. Landing me between to tomboys.

Before you say anything, yes I did curtsey. But it was a tolerably curtsey, and I can tell that Mr Burns is trying to fight down his smile that is creeping its way up.

Laughter carried me out of my thoughts. Holding up a hand, we do a triple high-five. smacking hands so hard that our fingers tingles and a loud bang singles throughout the room.

"Hahaha, nice job girl. I like it. The names Charlotte Axon, but you can call me whatever you desire. And to your other side is Emma Pattison. Don't doubt on, she looks inexperienced but is the best prankster of the school. Let's just say, she can be a b***h when she wants to" Charlotte finishes.

So, boys and girls, I was right. Huh, never ever doubt my guessing one bit. Oh I see you, yes you, stop laughing. I said stop, ugh nevermind. I guess you won't. Carry on with your boring life, while I get to annoy the heck out of these girls. Toodaloo suckers.

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All during homegroup, we gossiped about anything and everything. I found out that I possess, 1, 3 & 4 periods with Charlotte, or how I call her now, Char. And yes, I named her after a dance move. an awesome dance move. Oh, and it's an awesome ride too. The Cha Cha. Don't even think about dissing it either. I might be cooler than you, but there's no need to be jealous. You might call me a cocky bastard and get off this book straight away, but you haven't seen anything yet. You don't know me, so don't even dare put that label on me.

I also have 2 & 5 periods with Emma, or what I call her, Em. Like M&M, but just one M. actually you no, that's a cool name. M&M. But I will probably forget it like the forgetful person I am.

So I have got a least one friend in all of my classes. I gained so much information about them and they found out everything about me, well, except where my parents are, but, to how I know their werewolves. For that question, I just said:

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Kicking a stone, I sigh to myself. Why!

It felt like all the teachers hated me. There hasn't been a day yet with me not being in detention. This time they blamed it on me for putting mice in Mr Burks class and letting them run everywhere. But can ya blame me, I was bored and most of the class was asleep, while Mr Burks was using his phone? He wouldn't let us talk at all, one kid I think his name was Jeremy, he asked to go to the toilet, but just got scowled and told to sit back down. So all during 'class', you could just see him shaking terribly.

Tom, my boyfriend at that time, thought it would be funny to pour water in a cup right in front of him and make the drip, drop sound. Finally Jerem-

A growl brings me out of my thoughts. Turning around, there is nothing but the forest of which is surrounded by our town. Looking closely, I see a man approach me. And no, this wasn't one of those typically lost men looking for the highway. No, this guy did not look lost one bit. Try to move my legs to run out of here, but it seems to be frozen in place. Struggling, I wiggle with all my might, for nothing to happen.

"Hey princess, what's a little girl like you doing all alone on the sidewalk? You know it can be dangerous at night time for humans." He asked, placing a rough hand on my face and dragging it down to grip my chin. For the moment, I didn't ask what he meant by human, isn't everyone one. But no, I was too busying trying to move my face out of his grip so I don't have to smell his foul breath fan across my face.

"Why don't you come home with me. Ahh. I will drop you off in the morning, no harm done." He finished with a wink. Normally, I wouldn't mind if he was an old guy and was actually caring and that if I knew him. Except this guy was the opposite of all those things. He wasn't nice. He wasn't caring. And I didn't know him. Doing the reasonable thing that any girl in my shoes would do, I said.

"Go to hell!" With that, I spit in his face and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. Take that bustard. I think with a smirk. I turn around to walk away when he replies kneeling on the ground. Which brings my attention back to him.

"You shouldn't have done that princess!" He tells me, and his eyes started to turn darker. From anger or he is really really pissed. Oops. I was about to reply saying, and what are you gonna do? I know it's not something you should say in times like these, but who cares. You should know by now, I do things that normally girls wouldn't do. Like who does h-

A thunderous growl brings me out of my thoughts. He starts shaking, and his bones start to snap. All along his arms and legs start to turn violent. Stretching. Hair sprouts out amongst his no-longer-visible skin. In the place of a vicious human, now stood a vicious beast.

Black fur musters his body with bits of brown under his belly and tips of ears plus his tail. Red eyes of raging death look into my frightened brown eyes, with the gold becoming more pronounced. The beast takes a step, into the moonlight. And I can finally tell what type of beast he is. A vicious wolf stands in the light. Teeth fighting to come out and tear me to shreds.

Not a normal wolf.

No.

But a werewolf.

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