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Right, thank you to my one loyal fan out there: Hellix. Without you, I woudn't be posting this fourth chapter of The Change. You know, if more people would read and review I'd get the next chapter up faster. Just a hint.
Chapter Three: Gut Instincts
"So, how was your first week been?" Chase asked as he cut another bite out of his pancakes. "History is a horror. Biology is a bitch. Math's magnificent. Art is awesome. P.E.'s pathetic. French is fascinating. Literature is loathsome. English is... ok. I can't think of an 'e' word that would work," Brooke would have loved to have stayed in bed until noon, but Chase interrupted her recuperation for breakfast. "All right, let's cut to the chase, so I can get back to bed. I've found about 17 potential werewolves, but 10 are really sketchy. I've been giving Brian all of the information during lunch." "Thanks for the low down," he took a bite of bacon, chewed, and swallowed. "Brian's invited us to his place today. Want to come?" Brooke looked up from her plate and swallowed her mouthful of bacon and pancake. "NO! I want to SLEEP, relax, and get my homework done. If you would be so kind to tell the teachers that some of us have a life, I would be very appreciative. I'm going to have to do my biology project this weekend because next weekend's the full moon, and there is no way I'll be able to get it done." She took the last piece of bacon, stuffed it in her mouth, and marched upstairs to start her Biology project on the life cycle and molecular make up of a butterfly.
Brooke walked into Art class on Friday and sat down at a table with Helen. "All right class, today we'll be working on your oil paintings. You know what to do. And Mark, no nudity." The class laughed as people got out paints, brushes and canvasses. Brooke looked across the table to gaze at Helen's canvass. Her dark blobs of color were now taking shape, and if Brooke wasn't mistaken, that shape sure looked like a wolf. The poem and now this? It was possible that the girl was just obsessed with the fictitious werewolves in stories. She had met a boy in sixth grade who had been obsessed with vampires, witches, and the like. It's not like any werewolf she knew wrote and painted about the change. Ms. Gandal-whatever, Liz was her name, seemed like there was almost no way that she couldn't be a werewolf. Brooke would need to speak to Brian face to face before long. She had merely been dropping off her notes when e wasn't there. Brooke had now narrowed it down to nine people for possibly being the stray with Liz topping the list and Helen at number nine. Helen just didn't really seem like a werewolf that was all. It was nearly a full moon. Sunday night was the full moon, so she would be able to examine the behaviors of the nine on her list. If they're perky and chipper, they're either not a werewolf or they've had an unnatural amount of caffeine. As Brooke drifted off into her own thoughts, she hadn't noticed that the bell had rang, signaling the end of class and school. "Uh, I know you really like art and all Brooke, but are you going to stay here all night, or do you want to walk with me?" Helen snapped Brooke back to reality. "Um, no actually. I need to see Mr. Brian about that test Monday," she lied as she shoved her paints back in the drawer. "Why? You're, like, one of the best people in the class," she said to Brooke as they walked out of the art room and down toward their lockers in the math wing. "I just need to check on something to make sure I'm right." Helen gave her one of those "yeah, sure" looks but closed her locker after extraction all of her biology books. "That bitch is so harsh. I hope I can get this report done. Anyway, see ya Monday!" Brooke waved Helen around the corner and made sure the coast was clear. Once she was sure that no one was coming down the hall, she slipped into the math classroom. Brian was sitting at his desk, gazing at piece of notebook paper with what she recognized as Chase's handwriting. Brian looker up, saw her, and placed the paper face down on his desk. "Can I help you, Brooke?" Brian looked slightly puzzled to see her there during the time that most people normally came for extra help on homework. "Yes, actually," she said as she pulled out her most recent set of notes. "You can tell me all you know about these nine people, and I want to see what you and Chase have come up with, so we can compare." Brian relaxed as he took the notebook from her. "I was wondering when I would get to meet you face to face. Pull up a chair." Brooke got a chair from the front row and straddled it. "Uh, Brooke, first of all, are you sure about Helen? I mean, she just doesn't..." he looked up from the notebook to gaze at her with his penetrating green-brown eyes. "I know what you mean. She really doesn't seem like it, but I guess it's one of those dumb gut feelings," she shrugged "All right. Number seven is clean. I checked him out. Same with number three. So that leaves us with six on your list including Helen, which I highly doubt." "What do you mean six?" he had only eliminated two from her list, but Brooke was cut short by the creek of the door as Liz walked in. "Thanks Mr. Brian. That problem has been bugging me all day." Brooke snatched the note nook back from Brian and brushed past Liz.
Liz looked over her shoulder to see Brooke disappearing around the corner. "What was that all about?" Liz said as she turned back to face Brian and sat in Brooke's abandoned chair. "Oh, she came in for a question on the homework from yesterday," Brian lied to Liz. "Sure, whatever," Liz never really paid attention to those boring answers. "Do I really have to go with you to pick up Brett and Craig?" "We've been over this. YES! It's either go with me to the airport to pick up my brothers, or you can spend some quality time with Aunt Persia." Brian glared at her waiting for an answer. "I'd pick you any day!" Liz said, leaping from her chair and grabbing her back pack. "The last time I spent 'quality time' with Aunt Persia, she tried to make me wear this eight-year-old-type skirt and shirt that had hearts all over it. Oh, can I drive?" "Hell no! I just got the jeep out of the shop! I don't want to have to put it back in just yet." Brian grabbed the keys out of Liz's reach and continued to shove his papers into his briefcase. "Oh, Sunday's the full moon and all, ya know. I was wondering if you could talk your dad out of making me go on the pack run. The last fucking time that happened the five tried to make a move on me." Liz cringed. "Don't count on it," Brian mumbled as he walked out the door of his classroom behind Liz and locked the door. "And if my memory serves me correctly, Jay was nearly castrated." "WHAT?!" Liz spun around to glare at Brian. "Don't tell me didn't deserve it because he so fucking did!"
Right, thank you to my one loyal fan out there: Hellix. Without you, I woudn't be posting this fourth chapter of The Change. You know, if more people would read and review I'd get the next chapter up faster. Just a hint.
Chapter Three: Gut Instincts
"So, how was your first week been?" Chase asked as he cut another bite out of his pancakes. "History is a horror. Biology is a bitch. Math's magnificent. Art is awesome. P.E.'s pathetic. French is fascinating. Literature is loathsome. English is... ok. I can't think of an 'e' word that would work," Brooke would have loved to have stayed in bed until noon, but Chase interrupted her recuperation for breakfast. "All right, let's cut to the chase, so I can get back to bed. I've found about 17 potential werewolves, but 10 are really sketchy. I've been giving Brian all of the information during lunch." "Thanks for the low down," he took a bite of bacon, chewed, and swallowed. "Brian's invited us to his place today. Want to come?" Brooke looked up from her plate and swallowed her mouthful of bacon and pancake. "NO! I want to SLEEP, relax, and get my homework done. If you would be so kind to tell the teachers that some of us have a life, I would be very appreciative. I'm going to have to do my biology project this weekend because next weekend's the full moon, and there is no way I'll be able to get it done." She took the last piece of bacon, stuffed it in her mouth, and marched upstairs to start her Biology project on the life cycle and molecular make up of a butterfly.
Brooke walked into Art class on Friday and sat down at a table with Helen. "All right class, today we'll be working on your oil paintings. You know what to do. And Mark, no nudity." The class laughed as people got out paints, brushes and canvasses. Brooke looked across the table to gaze at Helen's canvass. Her dark blobs of color were now taking shape, and if Brooke wasn't mistaken, that shape sure looked like a wolf. The poem and now this? It was possible that the girl was just obsessed with the fictitious werewolves in stories. She had met a boy in sixth grade who had been obsessed with vampires, witches, and the like. It's not like any werewolf she knew wrote and painted about the change. Ms. Gandal-whatever, Liz was her name, seemed like there was almost no way that she couldn't be a werewolf. Brooke would need to speak to Brian face to face before long. She had merely been dropping off her notes when e wasn't there. Brooke had now narrowed it down to nine people for possibly being the stray with Liz topping the list and Helen at number nine. Helen just didn't really seem like a werewolf that was all. It was nearly a full moon. Sunday night was the full moon, so she would be able to examine the behaviors of the nine on her list. If they're perky and chipper, they're either not a werewolf or they've had an unnatural amount of caffeine. As Brooke drifted off into her own thoughts, she hadn't noticed that the bell had rang, signaling the end of class and school. "Uh, I know you really like art and all Brooke, but are you going to stay here all night, or do you want to walk with me?" Helen snapped Brooke back to reality. "Um, no actually. I need to see Mr. Brian about that test Monday," she lied as she shoved her paints back in the drawer. "Why? You're, like, one of the best people in the class," she said to Brooke as they walked out of the art room and down toward their lockers in the math wing. "I just need to check on something to make sure I'm right." Helen gave her one of those "yeah, sure" looks but closed her locker after extraction all of her biology books. "That bitch is so harsh. I hope I can get this report done. Anyway, see ya Monday!" Brooke waved Helen around the corner and made sure the coast was clear. Once she was sure that no one was coming down the hall, she slipped into the math classroom. Brian was sitting at his desk, gazing at piece of notebook paper with what she recognized as Chase's handwriting. Brian looker up, saw her, and placed the paper face down on his desk. "Can I help you, Brooke?" Brian looked slightly puzzled to see her there during the time that most people normally came for extra help on homework. "Yes, actually," she said as she pulled out her most recent set of notes. "You can tell me all you know about these nine people, and I want to see what you and Chase have come up with, so we can compare." Brian relaxed as he took the notebook from her. "I was wondering when I would get to meet you face to face. Pull up a chair." Brooke got a chair from the front row and straddled it. "Uh, Brooke, first of all, are you sure about Helen? I mean, she just doesn't..." he looked up from the notebook to gaze at her with his penetrating green-brown eyes. "I know what you mean. She really doesn't seem like it, but I guess it's one of those dumb gut feelings," she shrugged "All right. Number seven is clean. I checked him out. Same with number three. So that leaves us with six on your list including Helen, which I highly doubt." "What do you mean six?" he had only eliminated two from her list, but Brooke was cut short by the creek of the door as Liz walked in. "Thanks Mr. Brian. That problem has been bugging me all day." Brooke snatched the note nook back from Brian and brushed past Liz.
Liz looked over her shoulder to see Brooke disappearing around the corner. "What was that all about?" Liz said as she turned back to face Brian and sat in Brooke's abandoned chair. "Oh, she came in for a question on the homework from yesterday," Brian lied to Liz. "Sure, whatever," Liz never really paid attention to those boring answers. "Do I really have to go with you to pick up Brett and Craig?" "We've been over this. YES! It's either go with me to the airport to pick up my brothers, or you can spend some quality time with Aunt Persia." Brian glared at her waiting for an answer. "I'd pick you any day!" Liz said, leaping from her chair and grabbing her back pack. "The last time I spent 'quality time' with Aunt Persia, she tried to make me wear this eight-year-old-type skirt and shirt that had hearts all over it. Oh, can I drive?" "Hell no! I just got the jeep out of the shop! I don't want to have to put it back in just yet." Brian grabbed the keys out of Liz's reach and continued to shove his papers into his briefcase. "Oh, Sunday's the full moon and all, ya know. I was wondering if you could talk your dad out of making me go on the pack run. The last fucking time that happened the five tried to make a move on me." Liz cringed. "Don't count on it," Brian mumbled as he walked out the door of his classroom behind Liz and locked the door. "And if my memory serves me correctly, Jay was nearly castrated." "WHAT?!" Liz spun around to glare at Brian. "Don't tell me didn't deserve it because he so fucking did!"