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We have always been segregated at school from the very first memories I have, we were deemed different, I guess that is how it has always been since the days of my great grandfather's grandfather, back when things were simple, back before the tribal council took over new roles in our community, back when the Great Sam Uley was Chief. Yeah, well it sucks being told you are different, special, set apart from the rest for reasons that you are not told, reasons that no body seems to know.
The legends and myths of our people have long been forgotten, never completely written down or if they had been lost to the decades of dust and decay. The world my father tells me was a different place long ago where secrets were kept and generations were never told all the specifics. The specifics I know better now, nothing was told to us because they didn't want anyone to know what lies dormant in our bloodlines. The bloodlines I speak of are the 10 ancient families who's blood holds the biggest secret our tribe has ever known.
The secret that only I and the tribal council are now privy to, not even my fellow classmates are allowed to know, I Talin Gray decent from Paul Gray my great, great, great grandfather can turn into a wolf. A extremely large wolf that is, not that the tribal council could tell me anything more than they expected something like this to happen one day. They state the details were lost, their knowledge base gone, lost to a flood or a fire sometime around the time the last of the elder's died, long before their time. So I am left in the dark, forced into a life a secrecy waiting, to see if anyone else will be burdened with this curse. The curse that travels through our blood, our genetics, sparked by a change in who knows what, but none the less I formed, turned, changed, switched into a large over grown hairball—truly I don't look like your average wolf, I have long fur that makes me look like some kind of prehistoric beast.
All this wolf crap is besides the point I mean I am not just a wolf; I am a high school student, a not so average high school student, not to mention my growth spurt that overtook my body making me look like I am on freakin' growth enhancers. I am not some lab animal someone pumps full of drugs, fear of this very thought helps me keep my mouth shut. The government is crazy, with their genetic and scientific theories looking for test subjects willing to be lab rats for the right price—no guarantee you make it out alive, but your family will get the money.
I missed the past week of school, not being able to change back into my human form successfully for long periods of time, thus being how one of the members of the council found out. Grateful as I was to have someone tell me that it is okay that I am turning into a wolf, I expected a little more info on their part; I mean come on they are the idiots who run this town the all knowing, law enforcing populous who spout off knowledge like they were around when the sun was formed.
16 years old and all I want is to be normal, I haven't been deemed normal since I started kindergarten, that is when we were labeled, not separated just yet, no, no that form of cruelty did not happen until junior high. At 13 I and several of my peers were removed from the others, deemed special and put on a fast track course to finishing our schooling, with minor adjustments in the curriculum. The adjustments being more emphasis on physical education, such as specialized classes geared towards self-defense, track and field, as well as the general sports the other students received. The other emphasis centered on our immediate surroundings, a study of the habitats and ecosystems of Washington—a biology focus if you must know but in depth.
None of us questioned why, who knows why any of us were special. It was ingrained in us from the beginning, at least one of our parents said it was normal, how their schooling experience was. From the outside, looking in you would never know that our classes were special; you would never know that the blood beneath our skin held the very primitive nature, a nature we share with the wolf. The wolf that runs in the forest, the wolf that we spent our 8th grade year extensively studying, and the very wolf that sends me into another form, changing against my will at the flaring of my temper, it is this creature that our tribe reveres, and now I know why.