Impossible
ImpossibleThat's the only word that came to mind. Right before the end of my freshman year of high school I became an even bigger freak…if that was even possible. I was the kind of girl who went to school no make up, baggy clothes, with dirt under the fingernails –when they long enough to hold dirt under them-, and hung out with all the 'wrong' types of people. My friends were the anime freaks/otaku, the types of guys you expected to end up in a mental institute or on drugs, my favorites the types of guys who always had to get into a fight the ones I considered my brothers, and the emo kids whom f.y.i. were not emo. Emo was a type of music not a state of being. However the…story I suppose you could call it has absolutely nothing to do with what I was labeled as. It had everything to do with the fact that I was a werewolf! Apparently I got it from my moms' side of the family the Quileutes who apparently had their own pack. Whatever, my problem is that no one thought to tell me any of this crap! I mean honestly this is me we're talking about I show signs of supernatural powers every day and just last week right before finals I transform into a huge dog erg wolf. Whatever, I'm only fourteen for pities sake about to turn fifteen next month but still. So, this is how I find myself spending my summer heading off to a completely other time zone all because I can't control my genes. Is it my fault my mom never bothered to explain any of this crap to me. Anyway I suppose I should explain this to you, huh?
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It all started like any normal Friday afternoon. Me, online arguing the finer points of the blood and gore in a game a few of my guy friends had picked up. Them, challenging me to a normal battle royal that would probably keep me busy for the entire weekend. My sister, whining about how she never got to go on the computer, me snapping at her to shut up and then being booted off by my mom so she could finish her homework for her college courses.
Of course no family would be complete without the youngest brother. Truthfully, I love my little brother, it just pays off more to annoy the hell out of him at times sadly I chose the wrong time.
"Max, get off me," Will shouted.
"Nope, not until you say you loves me," I said laughing.
"Max, get off your brother," Mom shouted at me.
Lately I had been acting weird. Skipping lunch like always I always found myself starving when I got home and eating twice as much at dinner. Now I will say this now I am not skinny hell I don't even think I could become skinny. I am a solidly built tall girl and I love it with some fluffiness as my friends and I call it. So, as you can imagine my brother was slightly changing colors.
"Fine, you know you loves me," I said getting off him and lying in my older brothers bed.
"No, I don't I hate you," Will said angrily.
I laughed it off he always told me that it lost meaning after the millionth or so time he had told me it.
"No, I'm not joking I hate you why can't you just die you're such a freak," Will shouted at me anger and hatred dripping from his words.
My smile and laughter stopped my already black eyes lost their dull shine and I glared at him in anger. I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall. Again not that uncommon however like I said before things weren't common anymore. I was shaking and my temperature was rising again not uncommon but this time it was different. I dropped my brother and backed away from him a little. My body shaking violently and having wave after wave of pain crashing over me. I fell to the ground in jerking spasms and groaning in pain. Will was just staring at me afraid.
"Max, Max please get up I didn't mean it please be, alright," Will shouted.
'Why…why do people always apologize when it could possibly be too late,' Was my final thought as blackness consumed me.
I woke up a little after midnight my mom looking at me concern and fear shining in her eyes.
Mom what's wrong that's what should have left my mouth but no, instead a series of barks and growls left it. I tried to sit up but, found my self clumsily getting up on four legs and on paws.
'What the hell,' I thought.
"Now, honey I know you're confused but, let me explain," Mom said nervously.
I looked at her as if to say 'get on with it.' She laughed nervously and started muttering to herself.
"Well, honey you see you're a werewolf. Most males, on my side of the family are. You, get it from your Quilette blood. Since, I left home so long ago to marry your father, I didn't think much of it. I thought, I only had to worry about your brother but well, you are you so, I should have known it would happen sooner or later," Mom said explaining the situation.
'Okay,' I thought, 'So, I'm a werewolf no big deal. How, the hell do I change back though?'
I, tried to convey this to my mom but she didn't understand it, and bit her bottom lip. It, was a nervous habit that she had picked up from my grandmother.
"Looks, like I have no choice I'll have to call Billy. It's, been so long though," Mom said.
'Mom, I don't want to stay like this! I, have finals next week,' I thought angrily.
My fur, started bristling before I thought about it. So, I now become a four-legged animal that got fleas and howled at the moon…brilliant. I calmed down, slowly and took in my surroundings I was still in Wills room only he was no longer in it.
'Of course, he wouldn't dare be near a monster,' I thought bitterly.
Suddenly I smelled something almost sickeningly sweet which surprised me I normally love sweet smelling things. This smell, though it burned my nose it was so sweet.
I growled, as the door opened it was just my dad, thank god but the smell got worse. It, was coming from outside. I bounded, out of the room not noticing that the door broke, and jumped out the conveniently open window. Thankfully, it was big enough for my frame to fit through. I saw him with my newly improved vision he was pale and lanky with blonde hair and red eyes? Normally, I'd have a slight crush on his type but something about him made my skin crawl.
"Werewolf, and you're cute to. Hm, you smell good despite being a mutt," The guy said.
I growl and let my instincts take over tackling him in my wolf form. Hell, I don't even know what I look like for, all I know he could be right.
"So, the little puppy wants to fight," The guy asked.
I growled again this time going for his arm and ripping it off. The guy glared at me a harsh growl ripping from his, throat as he attacked me ferociously. I dodged some but most landed a hit. I whimpered slightly as my bone cracked a hairline fracture in my shoulder bone that healed quickly. I growled and ripped off his leg before jumping on him and ripping him apart ferociously. I hated them…these things these…monsters. I didn't even know what they were but…they infuriated me to no extent. The body parts seem to set themselves on fire and create a thick sickeningly sweet smelling purple pillar of smoke.
'Nasty , foul, and disquieting,' I thought bitterly as I ran back home.
It didn't hit me until I woke up again this time just before noon. I killed someone I always said I would kill my friends but I was always joking when I said that. Now, though I really was a monster.
"Max, honey I just got off the phone with my brother he wants you to go to Forks, Washington for the summer so the pack can train you," Mom said.
I frowned before wondering how the hell I was going to change back to normal. I thought about it for a while not noticing I was shrinking in size until I noticed my mom looking at me in surprise.
"What," I asked surprised to hear my own voice.
I looked down I was naked but I was human.
"Halleluiah, I'm back to normal," I shouted happily.
"I'll get you some clothes," Mom said.
"Thanks," I said.
I didn't realize then that my being a werewolf would only be a horribly painful yet… wonderful experience. So, here I am on a plane heading to Forks, Washington. You notice that the States has a town named after a utensil, correct? Just, making sure I'm not the only one amazing, isn't it?