Sandi stared at her well dressed figure in the mirror. Her hair was brushed and her nails as best as she could make them. Dresses and outfits laid scattered all over her bed as she posed in the mirror, admiring herself the best she could despite feeling an utter sickness laying dormant inside her. Her mind kept filling with confusion and agaony as she thought about how her future would be now that she was a werewolf.

Sitting on her bed she began to take off her shoes, thinking about a hypothetical future. Would she be able to tell her family she wasn't [i]their[/i] daughter anymore? I mean, she knew she was still their daughter but she wasn't even human... anymore... That thought made her skin crawl with disgust. What would happen on the nights of a full moon, anyways? Would she just up and leave every month for the woods or...

Remembering back to her books she remembered something about werewolves locking themselves up on a full moon, to prevent them from doing harm unto others. Caged like a filthy animal in a dirty trap, being forced to remain stuck until daylight. "Like Hell I will." She wouldn't let anyone do that to her, not even Barch... not her parents, not her teachers, not even herself. She had dignity and even though she might've been cursed, well...

The door downstairs unlocked as the bitter arguments of Sam and Chris started to play off again, pulling Sandi from her theorys. It seemed her mother was home from work with the boys so she could continue her, 'i'm the best working mother in the world, ever' mode.

Unsure of what to do, Sandi made her way to the door and peered down the staircase at her brothers, "So uh..." Sandi hated talking to them, "Do you think one of you could ask mom to come talk to me?" It was a simple enough question, respect people older than you, I mean, that's why she asked... so she wouldn't have to shout across the house or walk down the stairs...

Sam stopped hitting his brother with his backpack for a moment and looked up at his sister, "Get her yourself!" Her then preceeded to toss the bag down on the floor and turn on the TV, Chris sitting on the couch too.

"Gee, you're a big help!" She snarled, walking back up the stairs to her room, shutting the door with a bit of force.

***
Walking quickly through the room, Linda headed for the stairs on her cell phone, "I know, I know, that's exactly why I find those types of jobs so tedious." She started up the stairs, "But if people want to do it..."

"Sandi wants to talk to you." Chris commented to their mother before she was out of hearing range. He of course didn't look up from the TV. "Aha! I told you he was gonna pound him!"
***

Linda Griffin knocked softly on her daughter's bedroom door after finishing her phone call, "Sandi...?" She asked carefully, knowing the amount of pressure her child's been going through. After all, in a one month span she was attacked by a monster and then her date had been attacked by a monster... or bear, or whatever it was. "Chris said you wanted to talk to me... Is everything okay?"

Sandi opened the door and looked at her mother, then at the pile of dresses on her bed, then back at her mom, "Can we talk... I mean... about my future...?" She rubbed her arms nervously and then walked back, hoping her mother would come in the room. She wanted to talk about how she thought she was a werewolf now and how she was starting to come to the realization that she killed her date. "It uh..." Pausing she sat on her bed, "Wont be long or anything..." She looked away when she said those last words, hating how her mom never really had that much time to spend on her.

"Is it about your shoulder? I've been trying to find a plastic surgeon who works with scars but there are none in the state up to par - well, Doctor Shar, but no one wants to go back to her after that lawsuit." Linda glanced at her own nails, "You know, when I was your age I had to have a scar removed too. When I was seven I fell down the stairs and broke my chin open... but as you can tell, I look better than ever. Not that I looked bad /with/ the scar..."

This was not what Sandi wanted to talk about. She wanted to talk about something more than looks for a moment... well, she did want to ask how well she looked in the dress she was wearing at that moment, but that was for later in the conversation, when they needed a cool down after things got steamy. "Uhm, mom? So like... can I tell you something serious?" She wanted her mom to brace herself for some level of bad news... "I mean, I'm not pregnant or anything."

"Oh, as long as it's with a rich boy..." She joked, "I wouldn't mind... Rich boys mean you never have to work a day in your life..."

This was even more serious than meeting a rich boy who absolutely loved her and wanted to treat her like a God. "I think I'm..." She thought about 'The Vampire Diaries' and what Ms. Barch told her. Her stomach began to hurt and she looked away, "I mean like..." Is it really crucial to tell her? She probably wont even believe her anyways. "Ever since I was attacked by the animal, weird things have been happening..."

Linda raised an eyebrow, she wanted to hear the rest, whatever that would be. Sandi wasn't usually known for making up colourful stories about herself - stories about other people, sure - but about her self... unless they were good things... "Like what?"

Bracing herself for saying this, Sandi looked down, "I think I was attacked by like... a werewolf."

Silence. Sandi was unsure whether or not that was a good thing or a bad thing as she stared nervously over at her mother, "Um..." She probably should have shut up and not even mentioned this, "I mean like..." She wasn't sure what her mom was thinking. Her heart began to race as she looked at her mother, nervously regretting what she had said.

"Sandi." Linda Griffin wanted to laugh at the Tom-Foolery [literally, because the night Sandi was attacked, her husband had gotten drunk, and words were tossed around] but her daughter looked awfully serious about it and she didn't want to offend her. She knew he daughter was in a sensitive place right now - what with college and her date for the dance being torn to shreds by some savage monster bear or something, "I know you've got a lot on your mind but you can't compare reality to fiction." Standing up she looked at the dress her daughter was in and the lack of shoes she was wearing, "If you're wondering about shoes, I'm thinking white platform sandals, aren't you?"

In the back of her mind she was sorta pleased it went how it went but she wanted someone to open up to, now that Fluffy was far from an option... and she really didn't want to open up to... Ms. Barch. She wasn't even sure if this was for the best - her mom being skeptic over the whole situation. "Yeah... I was thinking those too... or the heels."

Hugging her daughter, Linda started for the door, "Don't let all those books get to you." Then, she remembered something, "Doctor Marz called, he wanted to me tell you he wants to see you for an appointment." With that she left for the door.

"Right, the doctor." Sandi started to clean the dresses off her bed and put them away in her closet, trying to decide whether or not it would really be in her best interest to call him.
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Sandi still couldn't get over why this had happened to her. Staring vacantly at the mirror some more, the tried to remember the night back of her first transformation and and fear that drew into her mind when she had no idea what was going on. Scowling she glanced at her no longer bonded teeth and how not perfectly and amazingly OMG white they were. Her mind then cascaded into fear. What if her teeth will never be perfectly white AGAIN?

Slipping into her usual clothes, Sandi Griffin sighed and picked up her cell phone, sliding through the numbers until she reached that of her Science Teacher. Although she really, truly didn't want to talk to her teacher - she had no one else to talk to and she really, really needed some advice.

"Hello?" She heard her teacher answer on the other end of the line, her crude, nasally voice filled with that sting only she could've delivered, "Who is this?" She said it as if she were expecting her ex-husband or a telemarketer selling Viagra.

Nervously Sandi replied, sucking up her pride for just a bit... because Ms. Barch had something that Sandi didn't have - Knowlege, and Sandi really needed that right now, "It's me, uhh, Sandi Griffin from school." She said it as if Barch wouldn't recognize her overly recognizeable voice, "So uhh, I need to talk..." Oh where was her pride going...?

Her voice changed from that of a sour divorcee to that of a sour teacher, "Well, why didn't you say so? Does it have to do with your little outburst in my class today?" She yawned, giving Sandi a minute to remind her, "...or are you finally ready to admit that you're not in denial about this whole situation anymore, you're a werewolf, next full moon you'll change again, and possibly hurt people you care about... or yourself."

She did NOT like being talked to like this. Not one bit, "Uhm. It has nothing to do about that at all." Even though it had everything to do about it. "I have you know I am perfectly capable of handling this situation on my own. I just called to let you know that I am..." She said it without thinking in her stupid rage, "...fine on my own and stuff."

Ms. Barch did not like to be talked to like this either but held her ground and stayed calm, "I think you're making a big mistake." She paused... "However, we'll see how this plays out." With that she hung up.