Disclaimer: I only own my OC.

A/N: I wrote this six months ago when an idea came to me. Let me know what you think. I hope it isn't too terrible!

The horizon was an orangey-pink. I was sitting on a log covered with spongy green moss. There was a snap as branches were being disturbed. I knew I shouldn't have come here. I stood up as quickly as possible, to confront the predator. Instead, Rocket, a wolf, emerged from the underbrush. I breathe a breath of relief, fresh crisp air filling my lungs and calming my nerves. I bent down to great her before getting up and looking around. All was clear, so I changed. Suddenly I was no longer a fourteen year-old girl, I was a wolf. Well… A werewolf I guess you'd call it.

I trotted ahead and when I realized she wasn't following me, I looked behind gave her an irritated yip. Rocket whined but began to follow as we crossed the forest floor. After arriving at home, I changed to scamper up the ladder. My home (in case you're wondering) is a treehouse.

Tomorrow is the first day of school. I plan on attending. I'm already on the girls' soccer team. I just want to be normal.

I brought up Rocket to me since, you know, she can't climb a ladder. I bunched the ladder up and put if off to the side. I glanced up a Rocket, who until then had been giving me a look when she thought I wouldn't notice. She turned and flopped down on my bed. As I slowly drifted off to sleep, Rocket resettled at my feet. I pulled the covers close and murmured, "Night,"

I wonder what tomorrow will be like.

…

I am in a meadow, I peer around me see the sun rise and smile.

"Elsie," Cora's cheerful voice rung through the woods, slowly turning to a worried tone, "Elsie? Elsie, it's getting light, and I can't find you, and, and… Oh, Elsie just come out!"

Not too far ahead of me, I heard crying erupt. I ran as fast as I could. Upon seeing Cora, I abruptly skidded to a stop.

"There you are," Cora breathed a sigh of pure relief, "c'mon, let's go home before Mom finds out we were ever gone."

We hurried through a familiar forest, the darkness closing in on us. I could tell that she smelled the smoke too. That is the moment in which our lives changed forever. The brightly lit house- very large house- sat right in front of our eyes. Flames licking the sides of the condemned building I called home.

Cora sprinted off to get help, while I tried to find a way in. Coming from inside the house, I could hear screams ricocheting off the walls. I begin sobbing, taking in large breaths as quickly as I could. I jerked my head up suddenly, I'd heard something. Talking. They were talking about who'd be paid. I glanced around the side of the house to see a guy and a blond woman arguing. I looked at her hand to see a can of gasoline in it. I walked backwards slowly to run into the wall.

I sunk down the side of it, tears still streaming down my face. That's when I'd heard something else, this time it wasn't arguing. They were footsteps, getting closer. Someone shouted at me to run, and I did. I wish I could say I never looked back.

…

I woke up in cold sweat. I was shaking and Rocked was licking my face. I hugged her, breathing in the familiar scent of her fur. I got dressed and put my hair up. I tied my converse and rose to my feet. I let Rocket down before grabbing my backpack and jumping out of the treehouse.

I looked down at my watch to see that there were only fifteen minutes until school started… great. I sprinted to school and managed to arrive five minutes before the bell will ring. Outside the school three motorcycles were parked alongside dozens of cars. I eyed the motorcycles suspiciously, as if they might actually pose a threat to me in the near future.

Last month, soccer practice started. Our school liked to start the season early because the girls' soccer team has won state championships more than ten years in a row. Unfortunately, due to other sports our school has had, most of the kids don't even know there is a soccer team.

I took a seat on a bench outside the building, where I'd been told to wait by a patient office attendant. After a couple of minutes of waiting, the bell rang and the Vice Principal walked out to greet me.

"Elise Hale?" He called, looking up at me. I nodded, meeting his eyes, "I'll escort you to your first class. Here is your schedule."

I took the schedule and followed him into the building. My first class was Language Arts with Mr. Shaw in Room 207. The VP entered the classroom ahead of me and spoke with the teacher. I? Well… I ducked my head and hoped for the best.

"Class," Mr. Shaw said with an amount of enthusiasm that was kind of scary, "This is Elise."

"Could you please call me Elsie?" I asked, barely managing to get my voice level above a whisper.

"Sure, Elsie. You may take a seat."

Clutching my books to my chest, I took the only available seat in the third to last row. I hung my backpack on the back of the chair. I took out my pen and reviewed the syllabus with the rest of the class. Every once in a while, people would glance at me. I hope the rest of the day doesn't go like this.

…

Fortunately, it didn't. The other four classes I had gone smoothly, which I guess is the perk of being shy. Fifth period came and went without any trouble, well for me at least. The juniors LA class was mobbed by crows, the police had come and everything.

I walked the long halls to my locker when suddenly; someone ran into me, knocking my stuff to the ground. "I'm sorry" I called out to her, but she was already gone. One of the girls ahead of me leaned down and helped me gather my belongings.

"Are you okay?" She asked once I'd gotten all my stuff together, "She was pretty rude."

"I'm fine," I replied, "It was probably my fault anyway,"

Her brow wrinkled at that. I looked down and said, "Thanks, but I should get going,"

I turned and walked away while she and her friend stood talking. Well… I guess that wasn't too bad.

…

After tryouts at three (not surprisingly I had made the team) Rocket and I went to the rock formation. I took out my homework and did it as quickly as possible. After I finished I put my homework in the treehouse and changed. Yes, into a wolf.

I ran around the woods with Rocket, playing tag, when I heard growling coming from behind me. I turned around to see a werewolf towering over me. I growled back and the werewolf took one look at me and shoved Rocket into a tree. I lunged at the other werewolf and latched on to her arm.

She shoved me against a tree-trunk and everything went black

…

Last winter

When returned to the treehouse, it had occurred to me that I hadn't seen Rocket at all since this morning. I pondered at this while I climbed the ladder. I was about to shrug the whole incident off but when I got to the top of the ladder I saw that the lock to the trap door had been broken. I climbed into the treehouse to find Uncle Peter standing there. He smiled when I turned.

"Hello Elsie, I've been looking for you."