Introduction
My Story Isn't Important
I'm a beast, an animal that has been believed to hunt and kill for the hell of it. Satan's hounds that were cursed by the night and the moon to stalk the Earth forever…Well, that isn't true. I am just a simple girl, trying to live a simple life with her family. I try my best in school and I have amazing friends, not to mention an awesome boyfriend (that my family doesn't approve of). Of course, the beasts that I speak of, are werewolves, mythical creatures. They aren't true…I mean, I have heard stories from my family that our ancestors supposedly were these beings, but there isn't any proof. Okay, so it is odd, because all of my family that is eighteen and up disappear for a night, which happens to be the full moon, but I don't think anything of it. I just think they are going off to party…I never really had a second thought about it. Why should I?
I'm only seventeen.
Oh wait…my birthday is this Saturday…the night of the full moon…ironic…
Oh well…my story isn't important anyway…