"I wanna be a werewolf!"
Tommy scrunched his nose a bit. Who would want to be a werewolf? But then, the boy who spoke, Merton Dingle, had never been normal, not even close. So it came as no surprise that when asked what they wanted to be when they grew up, the other boy replied he wanted to be a werewolf.
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"Why werewolves?"Merton looked up from his sandwich at the boy across from him. Tommy Dalkins was talking to him. They had never spoken before. The mahogany table seemed like a dark brown sea between them as the more popular boy waited for his reply.
"Why not?" He finally said with a small shrug.
"They're monsters." Tommy said. "They kill people for no reason."
"Not all of them. I believe there could be a werewolf who is good." He pulled a large, musty looking book from his backpack and placed it between them. It showed Merton's extensive research into not just werewolf lore, but the lore of many other 'monsters' as well. "I hope some day, I can be that good werewolf."
"As long as it's you." Tommy said and walked away.