I do not own any characters except for Summer
Class was boring as ever, the teacher was talking on and on. Suddenly there was a knock on the door that had every head looking up. Well every head except for the teacher who was too busy talking about verbs to notice. A few seconds later the principal walked in the door. Following him was a petite girl that had blonde hair that curled at the bottom. She just kept looking down at the ground not making eye contact with anyone. She just kept blushing.
"Class, this is our new student, Summer."
I felt sorry for her. I knew she did not like all of this attention, but I did not care enough to think on it any longer.
"Take your seat dear. You can sit next to Anthony," said Mrs. Malkin, our warty English teacher.
She blushed as she tripped over my backpack on the way to her seat. Today I felt really awkward. My stomach hurt. My whole body hurt. I was feeling really emotional for some reason. Like I wanted to feel really angry all the time, but I had nothing to feel angry about.
Finally, after the bell rang I gathered all of my books. I decided that I would go to the nurse. Mainly because I had French class and my friends and I were forced to sit in the front row because of our "behavior." The front row was the worst place to sit. For one, Mr. Demond was not even French. He was Mexican. Second, Mr. Demond has a tendency to spit when he spoke French.
The nurse was a very nice lady. Her brown hair had started to get gray streaks and her face became more rounded.
"What can I do for you today, Seth? Your sister was just down here complaining of having chicken pox."
"Does she have it?"
She laughed and said, "I am afraid not. When I took her temperature, it was a little high but not too bad. So when I put a cold pack on her forehead the red marker started to show on the white towel."
"Figures," I replied with a shrug. Leah was always complaining of having made up illnesses. She just hated school. She was like a natural disaster. You can not keep her locked up. She loves just going outside and enjoying the breeze. Ever since the Sam incident, she just sits on a rock in the middle of the forest and cries her eyes out. I once tried to go out and comfort her, but she just about bit my head off.
"So what is the matter with you, Seth? Do you have the case of the chicken pox as well?" She laughed at her not so amusing joke.
"No I just feel really tired all of the sudden and my whole body aches."
"Ooh, you may have the flu. Let me take your temperature."
She first felt my head and took out her white thermometer and placed it under my tongue. When it beeped signaling that it was complete, my head pounded. My ears were ringing. The beep was much louder than it usually is.
"Seth I want you to lay down. I think you have the flu. Your temperature is really high. I am going to call your mom."
In the other room of her office, I lay down on the bed and rested my eyes. Once I closed my eyes, I fell into a deep sleep.
"Seth. Sweetie." My mom said. Her voice was always so pleasant, so warm, and nice. She was also tough as nails.
I opened my eyes. Everything was fuzzy. Slowly, but surely, my vision focused. My mom was right beside me with her hand on my shoulder.
"Are you ready to go home?"
I yawned and said, "Yeah, I guess so."
Right as we got home, I plopped on the couch and instantly started snoring. When I finally awoke I felt incredibly warm and powerful. I no longer felt tired. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and noticed that my hair had grown out and that my arms looked muscular. I was always into sports, but not weight lifting. My muscles were not really big, but hey! I had some!
I walked into the kitchen feeling incredibly hungry.
"Morning Mom," I said all cheery.
"Hey, Seth." She turned around to give me a smile, but the smile wiped off of her face as soon as she saw me.
"What? You know you always told me to eat my vegetables and get a work out to grow muscles, and when I finally get them you look like a deer in the headlights." I joked lightly.
"Seth, once you are done eating we have to go and see Sam."
"What? No I am not going over to that man's house who had hurt Leah so terribly. That is too much to ask from me!" I started shaking all over I shook wildly. I could not control myself. My mom fled the room with the soapy dish still in her hand with a worried but happy expression on her face. From the very center of me heat coursed through my entire body. Before I knew it I was covered in fur and on four legs. I had never been so terrified in my life. I ran right through the screen door and into the wild unknown.
When I ran under the trees it started to rain. I noticed that it did not affect me in any way. Usually I would be freezing or feel the cold, but I didn't for the first time in my life.
"Seth stop where you are. I am coming to meet up with you." The authority in the voice that suddenly popped into my head made me halt immediately.
"This is really freaky. Am I day dreaming? Am I dead?" I wondered.
"No Seth, you are not dead. You just transformed into a werewolf. I know you remember me, I am Sam."
"Hey Sethy. Finally joined the club, haven't you."
I totally knew that second voice. It was Jacob Black. Ever since I was ten years old, I looked up to Jacob as an older brother and a good friend. He however had more important things on his mind. Bella and other friends, than to hang out with kid like me.
"Seth, we are almost there. We have to talk," Sam said.
