The bus was crowded as usual, people filling every seat; but not my seat. It alone was unoccupied, no new kids, not knowing the etiquette of the bus to intrude into my space today. They always realised what they had done though, when I just stared at them, challenging them for invading my space. No one had argued the point, even sixteen year olds backed down before facing me.

I sat down, into the comforting piece of my own on the bus, feeling the thin cushion beneath me, my hands automatically moving to find the groves from when someone had annoyed me. People wondered why I took two seats, I didn't have a friend to sit with so I wasn't saving it for anyone, in reality it was a way of expressing my dominance over everyone by taking twice as much territory as them even thought I didn't see it that way at the time.

Now at least I could relax; I let the wolf in a bit, heightening my hearing and smell. I sat still and listened, the girls five rows back were talking about shopping as usual, the football players at the front were discussing tactics, one had skipped his shower that morning. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

Are here was something interesting. One of the year sevens was daring his friend to sit next to me. Not smart. The poor kid was either very stupid or hadn't been here very long, I decided on the former, the fear was falling off him; so he had heard of me. He stopped next to me, the entire bus fell silent, he opened his mouth to speak but the words caught in his throat when he caught my eye. Everyone was watching now even the driver squinting in the rear-view mirror; you could see the cogs whirring as the kid looked into my eyes. The cold eyes of a hunter; he was the prey, the deer caught in the head lights. Nobody moved. Finally I spoke.

"You've been had kid. You may have been double dared," there was a gasp from the people surrounding the kid's seat. "But walk away now and no one will hold it against you. Or…" I left it open for him to fill in himself. He made up his mind and left walking almost regally back to his seat. If I hadn't smelt how much he was afraid I wouldn't have known it. Brave kid, an idiot, but still brave. He would go far in this school, most people crack after the first few seconds of 'the stare'.

After all the excitement on the bus, school came as a bit of a shock. The playground was packed full of screaming little kids swarming round the taller older boys; they were forced to wade through the shoals of lower school students to get to the doors. I didn't wade through the teaming masses. I just walked, and expected people to get out of my way, they always did.

I got to my locker. It had been searched again and I could smell the deputy head all over it. It often came as a shock when, contrary to all common belief, people found out I did not take drugs, though that didn't stop them trying to find them. One time my biology teacher jumped out from behind the big bins and grabbed the sausage I was eating thinking it was I cigarette. He was lucky I was having a good day, otherwise he would have found out what colour his liver was at first hand.

School was always a drag, it started at nine. We have lunch at twelve for an hour then lessons again until four. For those of you who can't do the maths, that's six hour long periods; a nightmare. The first two aren't too bad. The wolf is pretty occupied just with just listening to what's going on, which probably explains my passing grades. By the third, it's literally howling to do something more interesting; and people wonder why I can't concentrate, though I did agree with it around the end of the third period when I started eyeing up the teacher for lunch.

Somehow I, no they, managed to survive the lesson and I dashed to lunch and got in first. There was a big queue, but I still got in first. It said burgers outside the dining hall but when I got in there like always, they were veggie burgers. The wolf started looking for something more edible, like a student, and I ate the veggie burger knowing full well what would happen if I skipped lunch.

Then the wolf for some reason or another decided a plump looking year four was a good choice for lunch, and started to force its way into my mind eager for the hunt. I clenched my fist and fought it with all my strength, which is hard when one half of you is trying to take over the other. My teeth grew, fingernails lengthened into claws, fur pressed on the inside of my skin, giving me pins and needles. The growing claws cut into my hand forcing their way through the muscle and pressing against bone. I focused on the pain; I focused on humanity; and I focused on the veggie burger lying on the plate in front of me. I fought the wolf off and it retreated, saying something about not liking to eat humans anyway.

I looked at my hands. There were four identical puncture wounds on each hand, and they were filling with blood. I watched as the skin slowly reformed to become smooth, normal, uninjured. One of the other perks of being a werewolf, if only fighting not to become a monster every day of your life was worth it.

Outside the dinning hall a man walked by with his dog, a very large dog. You could say a wolf, but everyone knows you don't get wolves in towns.

"He an alpha," commented the man seemingly to the dog.

The dog only growled, and then indicated quite rudely that it didn't like the collar idea.

"We need a fighter sister; the spirits are restless and won't cooperate for much longer."

The dog growled louder and tried to shake off the collar.

"Stop that, it's just for a few minuets, besides what would people say if I walked around with an un-tethered wolf."

The dog barked once then wined.

"Fine I'll where it next time if it makes you happy." No one saw this conversation, even if they had they would have just thought the man was mad, people can't talk to dogs.