8
Eight years as a coyote. Eight years alone.
I don't know how my father coped. From what I hear, he didn't do it well.
I have a lot to catch up on. I missed out on eight years of school. I don't want to pick up from where I left off. I want to pick up where I'm supposed to be at my age.
I don't know how, but Lydia pulled off a miracle. Her mother probably had something to do with it. I'm in some of the same classes as the smartest girl in school. She's giving me her notes and offering me extra help. I can see why she's popular. I'm glad she's popular. Because of her, Stiles, and Scott, I'm part of a close pack. I'm not alone anymore.
I might get through this after all.