"Rachel, come on sweetheart you have school, you need to get up..." Leroy said to his daughter. "You don't want to ruin your perfect attendance do you?" The man asked knowing that she would never miss a day at school. "Are you feeling alright sweetie?"

"Yes, daddy, I'm fine. I'm afraid I have no time for my morning routine." The teenager said removing the covers. She never missed a day at school nor her morning routine. She was feeling weird, not tired, not sleepy, just different.

"I'll be downstairs making your breakfast." Her dad said leaving the room. Rachel got up, and headed to her bathroom, the door was closed, the moment she held the doorknob and tried to open, it broke in pieces.

"Uh… that was pretty weird…" the girl said, she found a way to open the door, took a shower, she had a major headache, her head was pounding, she felt like it was about to explode and her body was sore. She was about to put on an argyle sweater, a skirt and Mary Janes, but suddenly she changed her mind, she put on skinny jeans and a v neck black shirt, and red chucks. She picked her backpack, going downstairs she smelled a weird aroma, an essence like wood, mixed with vegan pancakes, orange and maybe bacon. Yes she was right, wood, her dads perfume, her breakfast vegan pancakes and orange juice, and bacon was her dad's breakfast, they weren't vegan. Once she was in the kitchen, her dads were worried about her.

"Sweetie, did you sleep ok?" Her father Hiram asked.

"Of course dad." The girl answered. "Why do you ask?" she questioned him taking a sip of her orange juice.

"You seem tired, and you also have dark circles under your eyes." Hiram stated.

"Oh, I haven't noticed. I'm sorry dad, but, I don't want to be late for school, I must talk to Mr. Schuester about our song choice for sectionals, I can't let him repeat last year's fiasco presenting the Journey songs that we haven't done yet. So, may I be excused?" the little brunette said.

"Of course." Both of her dads said in unison.

She left for school, her headache was even worse, she shouldn't have talked to her parents, it only made it worse, she turned off the radio, any sound was twenty times louder in her head. She arrived, picked her backpack and headed to her locker. Silence, god that's all I need, People talking on the hallways, whispering, laughing, she started to sweat, her hands started to shake, she was getting nervous, when the bell rang, she finished picking her books and closed the looker, the crowd wasn't there anymore, she pressed her forehead on her lockers, waited for a few seconds, and headed to her first class. It was a miracle, no slushie, no Finn, to torment her with the idea of getting back together. What he did was unacceptable, he lied to her about being virgin and Santana told her the truth on Burt and Carole's wedding, she slapped Finn, and left. Every single day of the past week he was after her, texting, cornering, and saying he was sorry. She said that it was no big deal the virgin thing, she just couldn't stand the fact that he kept lying to her after the moment that she told him the truth. She was mad at Santana at the first moment, but thanked her later. Rachel usually sat on the first row, and annoyed the teachers. But not that day, she chose to sit on the last row, alone. It looked like time wasn't passing, every second, her pain was getting worse, she gripped her hand on the metal of the table, she smelled a unique essence, coming from the door. A brunette cheerleader entered the room, and chose to sit next to her, her eyes were now closed, arms folded.

"What's up midget?" the girl asked and the little diva didn't answer. She knew that the more she talked, the more would hurt. She let go of the metal, and when she looked, it was in a shape that fitted her fingers, the exact shape of her grip. What the fuck is going on with me? " Did you just swear?" the Latina asked.

"Did I say that out loud?" Rachel said looking at Santana.

"If you mean saying 'what the fuck is going on with me' yeah you said that out loud… Who would have thought you knew this kind of word Berry." Santana said. "Are you wearing contacts?" Oh my god Santana, you never talk to me, why does it have to be today?

"No." Rachel stated, and closed her eyes.

"Are you sure? Were your eyes always this color?"

"What are you talking about?" Rachel asked with her eyes still closed.

"This weird yellow on your eyes, I always thought they were like brown."

"They are brown."

"Hmm, I don't think so…" Santana said handing a little mirror to Rachel.

"Santana, I think I would know, what color my OWN eyes are." She held the mirror. "See I told you, they are … Yellow?"

"Yeap Berry I told you… Why are you acting all weird today?"

"I'm not acting weird, you are acting weird, you never talk to me, and today of all days you chose to talk to me, and I don't want to be rude to you and say that you are bothering me, but I just said that, god what is going on." She looked at her hands, closed her eyes again, she could hear people talking on the hallway about the last football game, she could smell the perfume coming from Santana, and the rest of the class, she could hear the cheerleader heart beating, she could feel the sweat in her hands.

"Are you feeling ok?" Santana asked and placed one hand on Rachel's forehead to check her temperature.

"I'm fine." Rachel said and took Santana hand off her forehead and held down on the table.

"I'm serious Berry, you are burning." She looked at the Latina and saw true concern in her eyes, she didn't let go of Santana's hand and she felt the Latina's heart beat accelerate. When Rachel was about to say something, the bell rang and she ran.

Santana was truly worried about Rachel, when she met Brittany on the hallway, the blonde saw that something was different with her best friend, especially the way that she watched Rachel.

"Hey San."

"Hey Britt."

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little worried."

"About what?" The blonde asked, knowing that her friend would never admit what she was worried about.

"You know, school, glee, Sue." She said, not convincing, she saw the blonde rolling her eyes. "What?"

"Let's try again San, but this time, you tell me the truth. About what?" the Latina sighed.

"Berry… She's acting weird and not the Berry weird, she's all jumpy and stuff." Well half true wouldn't hurt.

"Are you sure that's all? I mean, you're my friend, you can tell me everything. So one more time, I'm getting tired San… About what?" She sighed again. Shit, she's really going to make me say.

"Berry… She's acting weird and not the Berry weird, she's all jumpy and stuff, maybe fever, I don't know, and maybe we could add the fact that I might, maybe, like her, in a different way…"

"Oh, thank God, what took you so long?" the Latina looked at her friend incredulous.

"I'm serious Britt, something is wrong with her…"

Rachel was sitting in the bathroom floor, trying to make the pain go away, but nothing worked. She waited for school to end, and went home. Getting there she saw a note from her parents.

Honey,

We had to go out of town, work emergency.

We left the money on your desk.

Love,

Dad and Daddy

Ps: don't brink any boys.

Rachel was feeling that something was ripping her apart. She decided to take a shower to calm her nerves. She stayed in the bathtub for hours. She looked at the clock, 20:30.

She got out of the bathtub, and wrapped herself in a towel. Suddenly, her pain was starting to get worse. Her fingers were broking, and getting furry.

"Fuuuuuck!" She arched her back in pain and bum… No more Rachel… just a big wolf in her room… At least the pain is over… she looked at herself in the mirror. Holy crap, this is going to be hard to explain… What the fuck is going on?