The year was 1950. I was 14 years old as I crept to the edge of old man Jamison's porch. My light brown hair was done up like Vera Ellen and i wore my polka dot dress. I had snuck out of my mother's boring dinner party to pull the greatest prank of all time. I had 20 rolls of toilet paper in my hand. Mr. Jamison was spending the weekend at his brother's house. He'd be home in a few hours. I had plenty of time. I chucked a roll of toilet paper over the roof. Perfect. I threw all the rolls over his house and ran back home with a laugh. Oh Old man Jamison was in for it. I was up in my room, staring intently out my window. Waiting and waiting for Mr. Jamison to get home. I was almost fast asleep when I heard the sound of Mr. Jamison's Austin A40 pull into the drive way. Perfect. I looked out the window and heard Mr. Jamison freak out. He was screaming and shouting and said some words I shouldn't repeat. That's when he stood very still and turned and looked right into my window. He saw me, but only for a split second as I leaped out of sight. When I looked back out the window, he was gone. I sighed. But I sighed too soon.
"Billie Jean Harris!" My mother shouted. "Get down here now!" Uh oh. I straightened out my dress and rushed down the stairs.
"What is it mother dear?" I asked my mom. She stood in the doorway next to an angry looking Mr. Jamison. He had slick black hair and hazel eyes, along with one of those pencil mustaches. He was pretty tall. Like 6 foot something. He always wore a lab coat and these plaid pants. My mother's face didn't look any happier. She had light brown hair like me but her eyes were a bright emerald green. My eyes were like my dad's, shimmering blue.
"How dare you T-P Dr. Jamison's house!" My mother yelled. Yeah, he's a doctor but I didn't feel like calling him Dr. He wasn't a real doctor. He was the nerdy kind. So I'm only going to call him Mr. Jamison. Pigs will fly when I call him Dr. Jamison.
"But mother, I would do no such thing." I replied. "I saw the tragedy from my room. What kind of monster would do such a thing?"
"Then why did you duck when I saw you?" Mr. Jamison asked. His british accent gets so annoying.
"Whatever are you talking about?" I asked. Mr. Jamison rolled his eyes.
"Don't play dumb." He snapped.
"Who says she's playing?" My sister called from the living room. Her name was Beverly Ruth Harris. She had blonde hair and blue eyes like dad...did. Never mind that. She was reading Lord of the Flies and since she was 17 she thought she was the bees knees.
"Shut up Beverly!" I shouted. I flashed a smile back at Mr. Jamison and my mom.
"Just saying." Beverly called back.
"Listen Mr. Jamison, I haven't left the house at all during my mother's fabulous dinner party." I replied.
"I saw yous leave earlier." My little brother said, running into the entry hall. "Yous carryin tons of toilet paper." I was surprised he stopped watching the Rootie Kazootie Club to get me in trouble. Timothy George Harris was my four year old brother. He had light brown hair like me but green eyes like mom. Pretty much the only thing the three of us had in common was our freckles that dotted our cheeks. Mr. Jamison and my mom glared daggers at me.
"I'm going to my room." I said, turning around.
"Not so fast young lady, you're going to clean up all the toilet paper and then you'll come right back here." My mother demanded. I sighed.
"C'mon mom!" I shouted.
"Now!" My mom screamed. I groaned and stomped off across the street. I heard my mother apologizing behind me. I rolled my eyes. Guess I was going to have to climb the house. I started with the porch. I hopped on the railing. It was old and could break at any minute. But eh, who cares.
"Careful my dear, you'll fall." Mr. Jamison said. He was standing on the porch watching me.
"What do you care if I fall?" I asked. "You'd be happier without me around." With that I pulled myself on the roof of the porch.
"I would not." Mr. Jamison replied.
"Yeah sure." I said. I pulled myself onto the top roof. That's where all the toilet paper was. I'm glad I didn't throw them all willie nillie. Billie Jean Harris always has a method to her madness. I gathered it all together and chucked it onto the ground. I leaped onto the porch roof. The old roof rattled.
"What did I say about being careful?" He snapped.
"I don't listen to buzz kills." I called. I climbed back onto the porch. "Happy?" Mr. Jamison sighed.
"Why can't you act like a proper young lady?" He questioned.
"Oh Jamison, you know that's not going to happen. Besides, that wouldn't be any fun." I said. I picked up all the toilet paper and started walked back across the street to my house. I turned and looked at Mr. Jamison. "You do realize this means war? You better watch your back." Jamison looked stunned. I continued walking back home. "Ta Ta Govna!" I called back in my best british accent. Once I was back in my house I plopped the toilet paper in front of my mom. "I'm going to bed." I stormed off to my room. I slammed the door and landed on my bed. Ugh! Oh this wasn't over. Old man Jamison had no idea what was in store for him.
It was time for school. Which sucked. All of my friends wore poodle skirts and cat eye glasses. But I was more of a rebel. I wore a pair of dungarees and a short red t-shirts. Those poodle skirts made me itch. My mother always got me poodle skirts for my birthday but I just gave them to my sister. She was sporting a pair of them today along with her charm bracelet. Sigh. I ran into my friend Margaret. She's a sweet heart. Anyway, we walked through the halls talking about random stuff, when we saw him. Margaret frantically fixed her frizzy red hair and adjusted the cate eye glasses covering her hazel eyes. It was Andrew Thompson.
"He's coming this way!" Margaret squealed. She loved boys.
"I see." I replied. Andrew was a typical greaser. He wanted what he couldn't have. Which was me. All the girls fell hard for him, but I'm not that stupid. He leaned up against the locker in front of me.
"Hi." Andrew smiled.
"Bye." I replied. Andrew put his arm out.
"What's the rush?" Andrew asked.
"Leave me alone." I pushed his arm away from me. He stood awestruck. Margaret waved frantically as we walked off.
"You know he wants you, why don't you go after him?" Margaret asked.
"He only wants me because I don't want him." I said. "Soon as we start dating he'll throw me away like an old tissue."
"Ew." Margaret said.
"School sucks." I replied. "I'm gonna ditch and work on the greatest prank of old time."
"On old man Jamison?" Margaret asked.
"No, on you." I said sarcastically.
"Right. What are you going to do?" Margaret questioned.
"You'll see." I replied. I rushed into the gym. Not a soul there. I made my way to the back door and jogged home. Back at my house no one was home. I gathered all my materials together. Hammer, nails, wood boards and cupcakes. Not just any cupcakes. Billie's BM cupcakes. I had baked a laxative in them. Oh this was going to be sweet! I got my annoyed face on and stomped over to Jamison's house with the cupcakes. I rapped on the door.
"Yes?" Mr. Jamison asked, opening the door. He then noticed it was me. "Shouldn't you be in school?"
"It's lunch break Jamison." I said. "Look, I wanna be here as much as you want me here but my mom wants me to give you these cupcakes she made."
"Oh how thoughtful of her." Jamison said. "Tell her I said thanks."
"Yeah Yeah Yeah." I replied. Once Jamison had closed the door I rushed back to my house. This was my fast acting recipe. I grabbed my other supplies and crept over to the neighbors and across the street. I turned towards Jamison's house. I was now right behind his house. I crept towards the bathroom window. Thankfully Jamison forgot to lock it. I pulled it open and slipped in the bathroom. That's when I slipped on his rug. I landed with a thud on my butt. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming. That hurt! I didn't have time to loose. I shot up and boarded the bathroom door as fast as I could. As soon as the last nail was in place I heard Mr. Jamison's hurried footsteps. Perfect I leaped out the window and back the way I came to my house. I hid behind one of my mom's rose bushes. I looked through my binoculars. I heard the frantic running around of Mr. Jamison and all of a sudden it froze. Haha! Success! I was laughing so hard that I saw Mr. Jamison starring right at me. Uh oh. I ran through the woods. I had to get back to school so I could get my alibi. Jamison couldn't blame it on me If I had eye witness accounts of me at school. I rushed through the woods at top speed. I had to get back ASAP. I was in the center of the woods when I heard...rustling. I froze. What the heck was that?
"Hello?" I asked. Yes, because a murder would answer me. That's when I turned and saw it. A wolf... I was freaking out. This wasn't any wolf. It was huge.
"What's a little girl doing alone in the middle of the woods?" The wolf asked. You read right. I didn't believe he was talking either.
"Did you just talk?" I asked.
"Yeah I did." He replied. "But you haven't answered the question."
"I'm getting back to class." I said, still trying to get use to the situation.
"I use to ditch too." He laughed. "But schools changed in the past 200 years."
"You're 200 hundred years old?" I questioned.
"I can't die." He said. "Well I can but it takes a heck of a lot of silver."
"What are you?" I asked, shocked.
"I'm a were wolf." He smiled, showing me his teeth.
"I thought you guys only turned into wolves on full moons?" I asked. "It's noon."
"The truth is we can turn whenever we want." He said. "The full moon is the time when we turn and loose all control. That we have to turn then."
"What do you want with me?" I asked.
"I want you." He smirked. That's when he pounced. He was right on top of me as he bit my arm. I screamed.
"HELP!" I shouted. I didn't care if my mom found out about Jamison now, I just wanted to live. That's when I heard a gun shot. Me and the wolf both looked over at the noise. Mr. Jamison stood about 50 feet away. He looked like he accidently shot that. Whoops.
"BILLIE!" He shouted, afraid. He probably thought he hit me. The were wolf on top of me rushed off. I lay on the ground in pain. That bite in my arm hurt like crazy. I bit my lip. I was on the verge of tears. I was about to finally scream when I passed out.
I woke up around midnight. I was breathing heavy. The pain in my arm wasn't as strong. I looked back down at it. It was completely healed. Nothing but a scar. I was really panicking now. I pulled myself off the ground. I held my arm tightly. Wait. If a werewolf bit me does that mean...I'm a werewolf? No it couldn't be! Could it? The werewolf said that they could morph into wolf form whenever they wanted. I guess there was only one way to be sure. I closed my eyes and focused. I really had no idea how to do this. I just thought about being a wolf. 'Be the wolf' were the only words in my head. When I opened my eyes a minute later I was shorter. And my hands were on the ground along with my legs. I looked down and nearly jumped out of my skin. I had paws...brown paws... Holy crap! That's when I heard police sirens. I crept towards them. They were all parked in front of my house. I saw Mr. Jamison, my mom, my siblings and a police officer all talking in my back yard.
"So Mr. Jamison, you haven't seen her since?" The officer asked.
"No sir." Mr. Jamison replied. My little brother was sobbing.
"Mommy, we gonna find Biwie?" Timmy asked. He still had learned my name yet.
"Yes sweetie, we'll find her." My mother said. She was about to cry. I could see tears welling in Beverly's eyes. What shocked me most was the tears running down Mr. Jamison's face. I thought he'd be throwing a party after I disappeared. But...he wasn't. Beverly burst into tears as she hugged my mom. Part of me wanted to run out there and shout 'Stop crying! I'm here!' but I couldn't. I was a monster. They'd send me to a government lab in a heart beat. I couldn't do that. I had to leave. I had to skip town and save them from the harm of monster me. So I ran.