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To Become a Wolf

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“Derek, I’m worried about you” My mom said, looking at me from across the table. “Why would you be worried about me mom?” I asked with a hint of an attitude in my voice. “Your grades have been slipping,” She said as she set my newest report card on the table. “You were doing really well! You were so close to all A’s last semester. What’s wrong?” I looked away shamefully from my report card as she said that. Straight D’s is what it showed, and the look on my Mom's face wasn’t pretty.

“I’m fine Mom.” I lied, daring not to even look straight at her. “Derrek, I know it’s only been a month since your father died, but come on, I can see it in your face that you’re not alright.” She said calmly. “I… I don’t want to talk about it Mom. I really don’t. Can I just please go back into my room?” I said, feeling the tears about to come. “Derrek, please.” She said, trying to coax me into it. Then, I finally snapped. “No! I don’t want to talk! I just want to go into my room!” I yelled at her. My Mom’s shocked expression before I bolted to the back of the house and into my room made want to cry even more now.

Slamming the door behind me, I kicked off my shoes and fell into bed, my tears already starting to get my pillow wet. I didn’t want to talk about my grades. I didn’t want to talk to my mom, and I sure as hell didn’t want to talk to her about Dad. The pain was already enough, but she couldn’t see it. I quietly cried myself to sleep later that night.

    My Dad's death was weird to me. Just the way he died, and especially who came and told us. It was a normal Friday evening, I came home from school, did my chores and sat down and waited for my parents to come home from work. That was when Ray came over. He was a strange guy, lived out in the woods behind our house, and is the only person I know with a flip phone in this day in age. He never seemed to be into today's technology. The first time I went into his house, all I saw was a couch, the kitchen, and the door in the back that led to the one and only bedroom. No TV, no computer, and not even a home phone. Just some pelts from the game he hunted.

    So he knocks on the door, and I walk up and open it, not expecting him to be at my house at all. Opening the door, I saw him. There was a scratch right under his eye, the blood still drying on it, and his clothes and shoes were ripped. He looked like he just escaped from being stranded on an island.

    "Derek, your dad," He began, "is dead. He had an accident with the chainsaw, trying to cut down the tree." His breath smelled just like my dog, Sasha's breath, and her breath was not pleasant to the nose. I stared dumbfoundedly at him, trying to take in what he just said to me. "M...My dad is dead?" I said to him, still deciding whether or not this was some cruel joke. "Yes, he was trying to cut down one of the trees at the lumber yard when it got stuck. The chain had stopped, so he tried to pull it out, but as he did, it came back on and slashed him across the chest." Ray said, stammering on his words. I could scarcely believe that my dad died from a chainsaw like that, he was too careful, but I didn't think someone would make that up. "Does my mom know, Ray?" I quickly asked. "Sh... She does." Ray said, choking back on his words. I was still having a hard time actually believing that this was how he died, but I did. Tears were about to pour out of my damn eyes, when my Mom's car pulled up onto the driveway. Ray and I both looked over as she stepped out, dry tears staining her face. That's when I knew for sure this wasn't a joke, seeing since I've never seen my mom cry.

    The next day, I opened my eyes, seeing the morning sun's rays shining through my bedroom window. I didn't want to climb out of bed today, but I had to. I had to get to school and get on through the day. Slowly, I climbed out of bed and checked my phone on my nightstand for the time. "7:14" I said to myself.

    School has been a lot harder since dad died. It's so hard to focus when all I think about is him, and how I'll never be able to do anything with him anymore. He and I were close, seeing since we got along really well and never fought about anything. When I was struggling with my homework, he would be right there to help me answer the question, no matter what it was. It could’ve been something stupid, like “Dad, what is four times five?” Or something more serious question like how to ask out a girl I like.

    I sat on the edge of my bed for a moment reminiscing in those moments I had with him. Always good times. I took one more look at my phone for the time then stood up to go get myself ready for school.

    After getting dressed, I had a quick breakfast. Nothing much, just two poptarts and a bottle of water. As I made my way to the bus stop, which was about a quarter-mile from my house, my friend Ryan ran up and greeted me, his backpack gripping onto one shoulder. “Hey Derek, you feeling any better?” He asked calmly as he approached. “I told you I don’t want to talk about it Ryan. Can we just leave it at that?” I unkindly asked. “Sheesh man, sorry. I’m just trying to make sure you’re alright. I know it’s been a month since your father died, but you don’t have to be a dick.” He said. “I...I’m sorry. Everyone keeps trying to ask me about it and I honestly just don’t want to talk about it at all. I shouldn’t have been an ass.” I embarrassingly said. There was a moment of silence between us before he finally said something. “It’s fine dude. I’m just trying to make sure that you, my friend, is all right.” He said as we came up to our bus stop.

    Cars passed us by as we waited for the bus to finally come. It never got here at the time it was supposed to get here, (Which was 8:10 in the morning.) it always got here at least ten minutes late. The bus driver, Mr. Collins, isn’t a nice guy either. He’s always yelling at us, telling us to not talk, even if it’s a whisper and has a strict no-phone policy on the bus. Get caught with a phone, he yells at you and calls your parents. Probably the meanest guy I’ve ever met in my life.

    The bus finally showed up at 8:21 and Ryan, the other kids, and I got onto the bus. Walking past Mr. Collins, Ryan and I made our way to the seat we’re assigned together to in the back of the bus. I hated sitting back there, and I’ve tried and tried again to convince Mr. Collins to move my seat, but being the stubborn prick he is, he tells me to, “Deal with it.” The only reason I hated the back of the bus had to be because of this one kid, Taylor. He’s such an ass, always mouthing off to Ryan and I, and doesn’t listen to a word we say. Yet, somehow, he’s got this crazy notion that we’re his friends. It’s kind of creepy when you start to think about it.

    Ryan and I took our seats, then Taylor decided to run his mouth and ask me, “How’s your dad? Oh right, he’s dead!” He laughed at his own joke, but no one else did. I grit my teeth and said, “You asswipe! Don’t you have any idea what I’ve been going through the past month since he died? Screw off!” I loudly said, Mr.Collins turning his head and looking back to see what was going on. “And what are you gonna do about it? Talk to your dad?” He said, thinking he’s so funny with his joke. That’s when a loud growl escaped my throat before I said, “YOU IGNORANT LITTLE PRICK!” And punched him right in the nose. Mr. Collins then pulled over to the side of the road and came back to assess the situation. Everyone was looking at us, and even Ryan had a shocked expression on his face. That was when I realized I growled. Yes, I growled like a damn dog.

    Mr. Collins ran to the back of the bus, checking up on Taylor to see if he was okay. I stood up from my seat and took one look at him. His face said it all, too scared to even move as nose started to bleed. “You okay, Taylor? Get up, I’m talking to the principle about this.” He said. Then, he turned over to me and I was braced for the yelling. “You, Mr. Derek Williams, are in big trouble!” He shouted. “The principle is going to know about this, and after that, I want you off my bus. Do you understand?” He screamed. I gulped before I let out a faint, “Yes sir.” and then he went back up to the front of the bus and started the drive to school once more. Sitting back down next to Ryan, he couldn’t believe what just happened. For the rest of the ride, we were both silent.

    The rest of the day seemed to drag on. I went to my first few classes, then finally lunch came around. Walking to the cafeteria, it seems that everyone in the school seems to know what happened on the bus this morning. It never ceases to amaze me how fast something can spread like that. The people I walked past in the hallway on my way to lunch seemed to take a step or two back when they saw me. It doesn’t feel good to be feared, and the weird thing is, I felt as if I had no control over what I said and did to that kid on the bus. Especially the growl.

    Once I got to the lunch room, Ryan walked up to me asking to talk to me. I already knew what it was going to be about, the fight on the bus. He led me over to the tree behind the cafeteria where we usually sit. It’s secluded from the rest of the people in the cafeteria, and best of all, it’s quiet. “Derek,” He started, “I don’t know if you noticed this on the bus, but you… How do I say this? Growled.” Ryan said, stammering on the correct words to say. I let out a long sigh before I said, “I.. I know. I’m not even sure how the hell it happened, it just did.” After I said that I was still pondering how it could of happened. “Well, there is one more thing I didn’t mention before that I’m pretty sure you didn’t notice.” Ryan said. “And what would that be?” I asked. “Your eyes, they went from brown, to a bright yellow..” Ryan said, stuttering on his words. At first, I just stared at him, thinking that he was joking, but then I thought about it for a second. Ryan isn’t the joking type, rarely cracks a joke. So it had to be true. I if I’m growling and my damn eyes are turning yellow, what am I becoming?

    “You sure?” I asked with all the worry in my voice. He slowly nodded his head, as if he was scared I’d snap like I did on the bus that morning. All of a sudden, the bell rang, telling us to go back to class. On my way there, I was thinking about what the hell is wrong with me. Growling, eyes turning yellow, am I turning into some kind of monster?

    Before the day ended, I got called into the dean’s office, Mrs. Lorenz. I entered the room nervously, with a not in my stomach. “Take a seat, Derek.” She said cooly. I took my seat, and then she began talking. “Derek, I know it’s been hard on you that your father died, but punching a kid in the nose? What is going on at home?” She said. “Nothing, I just don’t like people making fun of the fact my father is dead. Taylor decided it would be funny to joke about it, and I..” I choked on my words for second, trying to find the right thing to say, “I punched him in the nose because he was pissing me off.” I was on the edge of my seat after that, twiddling with my thumbs, awaiting her jurisdiction. “Well Derek, seeing that you’ve never been in trouble before and that this was a one time thing, I’m only going to suspend you for 2 days.” She said, leaning into her plush office chair. “Two days, that’s it?” I said, thinking that I’d probably be expelled for something like this but luckily, I’m on her good side. “Yes, two days. And also, you’re not allowed to ride the bus for the rest of the year, okay? You can’t go punching people in the nose just because they make you mad.” Mrs. Lorenz said. “Great…” I thought. It’s just going to give my mom another headache that she has to drive me to and from school for the rest of the year.

    “Now, go on back to your last class. Also, I already spoke to your mom, so no need to worry on that.” She said. “Well, what did she say?” I asked, now even more nervous then when I came into her room. “She said she’s going to have a long talk with you once you get home. Now get going.” She quickly said as I got up and left the dean’s office.

    While the last hour of school dragged on, I could only think of the look on my mom’s face when I get home. Would she look at me same? Does she even know about how I growled at the kid and that my eyes seemed to turn to a different color? I guess I’ll just have to find out.

    When the final bell rang, I slumped my way out of class. I pulled out my phone, and texted my mom, letting her know that she needs to pick me up from school now. She responded with, “I know, I’m about to come and get you now.” I made my way over to the car rider line, and took a seat on the bench and waited for her to get here.

    It was about 15 minutes later that my mom finally pulled up to get me, and she was one of the last cars. Slowly, I stood up from the bench and went over to the car and opened the door. I slid inside the car, buckled my seatbelt, and looked straight away from my mom. I didn’t even want to look at her because I knew she was pissed. The 10 minute drive home was completely silent, that is, until we pulled into the driveway. I was about to open the car door when my mom said, “Stay in here Derek. You and I have got a lot to talk about.” I let out a long sigh before leaning back into my seat.

    We sat in the car for about an hour and a half, talking about how I should talk to her about what’s going on and that I might need therapy. Also, my mom said that I’m grounded from my computer and the TV. “Great.” I thought when she mentioned it. It ended with a hug and a kiss, and then I walked inside the house and made my way to my room. I didn’t even want to do anything at this point, not even my homework, so I just fell into bed and took a long nap.

    I’m not even sure what time I woke up, but when I did, I had a sharp pain in my stomach. “Ow! This hurts..” I thought to myself, as I was sitting up on my bed, hunched over like I was about to puke. It then got worse, and I moaned in agony. I’ve never really been one to show physical pain, but this was really starting to hurt. I then made an attempt to climb out of bed, and it didn’t go well. I fell over onto my side, and that was when I noticed that my fingernails were lengthening, turning into claws. “Th..This can’t be real!” I said to myself, hoping it was all just some screwed up nightmare. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. The pain in my stomach worsened as I watched my hands turn into large paws. Gray and white fur then began to sprout all over my body, and just as I thought it was over, I felt my ears slide to the top of my head and my face push out to form a muzzle. Then, the pain stopped.

    I took a moment and tried to comprehend what just happened. Slowly, I stood up, looking down at my fur covered body, and that was when I noticed a tail. “A tail? You’ve got to be kidding me.” I said outloud. “I need a mirror!” I thought. I needed to see if this was real, or if I was just imagining it. I opened up my door and walked across the hall into the bathroom. Flipping the light switch on, I saw what I needed see. A lupine face with piercing yellow eyes was staring right back at me.  Looking back behind myself, I saw my tail and wagged it a few times, trying to get a feel for it. I couldn't believe what was happening to me!

    It took me a moment to piece it all together, the growling, my eyes changing color, it all seemed to make sense now. I looked at myself in the mirror one more time before I said to myself, “I’m a werewolf…” Not only did I feel a lot stronger, but I felt I could sense everything around me for the first time. I could smell scents I never even knew existed, and my hearing seemed to make every sound appear as if it were right next to me.

    The sound of someone turning the doorknob to come into the bathroom snapped me out of my trance. The door slowly opened, revealing my mom on the other side. The face of dismay my mom had when she saw me like this made me feel bad almost. I was about to say something when she unexpectedly said, “Derek, we need to talk. Now.” It seemed as if she knew what was going on with me after my father died, but I didn’t have too much time to think about that as she grabbed my big hand-like paw and dragged me over to the couch. We both sat down, my new height dwarfing hers. “Derek,” She started, “I think it’s about time I tell you the truth what happened to your dad.” She said. “The truth? What do you mean, and how are you not even worried about what I’ve become?” I said, making a motion with my paw to my large anthropomorphic wolf body. “Listen to me, this ties into to it.” My mom said. Not wanting to argue with that point, I leaned my furry back into the couch, not knowing what to expect her to say.

    “Your father was a werewolf Derek. And he didn’t die from a chainsaw accident.” She started off. “Then how did he die?” I asked. “He was in a fight with a former pack mate of his. It didn’t end well.” She calmly said, trying not cry as she said it. “That makes more sense now…” I said. “Wait,” She said, “seeing since your father was a werewolf, and you’re his son, you inherited his genes. I guess I should’ve told you earlier, or had your father explain it to you before he died. But, here we are.” She said, wiping away the lone tear drop from her cheek with her sleeve. “It’s alright mom.” I gave her a hug, her tears starting to soak my fur.

    The conversation then ended after that. It all made a lot of sense to me now. My father was a werewolf and died in a fight between another one. Now here I am, time to move on. I’m going to find whoever did this to my dad, who ever killed him. But for now, I need to figure out how I’m going to, well, live as a werewolf. As I sat there, staring off into space, thinking about what just happened, my stomach growled. Turning my head and looking out the window of my house that led into the forest, my instincts then told me it was time for me to catch some dinner.

    Before I left, I saw my mom sitting at the table crying. “Everything is going to be fine.” I told her before I opened up the back door and darted off into the woods to look for a meal.

    3 years later…

    It’s been a whole 3 years since I’ve learned about my hereditary lycanthropy. Since then, I’ve been learning to hone my abilities, as well as looking for the one who killed my father. Soon, I’ll find him, and he will pay. For now, I’m living a double life, human by day, wolf by night, keeping my secret well hidden and helping my mom cope with this.


Did this as a project for my English class. We had to write a ten page paper and my teacher said it could be on anything. This is the result. I hope you guys enjoy! :D
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Why didn't he punch out the window of the bus?
HEY, I punched out a window at my high school about a week ago