I stood in the doorway in front of at least eight boys. I looked at all of them with slight interest. Just some pretty boys, nothing special there. I walked on.
Then I realized that my mom was singing. Ugh. 'Come on, there's company.' I thought miserably. I turned around slightly POd. I said, "Why the hell are you singing? There are people here! God! What is fuck is wrong with you!" I turned around to stomp away, but one of the guys stepped in front of me.
'He looks scared' I mused. "Yes." I said to the guy. He was big, muscular and tall. Good looking. Probably a weight lifter. I must have looked pretty pissed. I mean no one usually dares get in my way, usually. But, I was rather curious about him.
"Umm... hi. I'm... uh Sam..." Thats as far as he got before I rolled my eyes, "Oh, praise be to God we finally met, right? I'm like so flippin' happy, you know." I said in a majorly sarcastic voice. I pushed my 'brother' aside. "Oh, give him a chance!" One of the other guys said.
I turned around and stared him down and said, "I'll give him a chance when I feel like it, but until then you can kiss my ass goodbye for a while. I won't let anybody controll me again." Uh-oh. I thought. I shouldn't have said again. I was about to run away, but Sam said, "What! Who was he, I'm going to rip his balls off!!!" He quivered in anger, but then some of the others ran over and grabbed him.
I used this as an excuse to run from the madness. What was wrong with him. 'They are all just crazy baffoons' I thought.
I ran up the stairs and into the bedroom that would be mine. It was the biggest one. I got it so I can fit all my posters in it. As I went in my bedroom, I slammed the door behind me. My mom should be here soon to tell me not to slam doors.
I waited close to the door. I heard her tiny footsteps. The door opened. But it wasn't my mom. Or any of the boys. It was a wolf.