Diary of a Wolf(boy)

The full moon, one of the worst things that happened to me happened on a full moon. You wanna know what happened? You sure? Here it comes....I died.

It all started with a bad day at school. I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and I didn't feel like going to second period. That's right, I skipped a part of the day, I guess I wasn't the goody-two shoes my parents made me out to be. I turned the corner in the 700 wing of the school and I saw it. The thing that got me killed. A young man, I'm pretty sure his name was Jason, no - John, John was his name, John Akelburry. John was sitting there, beating the fudge out of the assistant principal.I stood there, staring in awkward silence. He launched a flurry of punches as his face and told him to keep quiet. He glanced up and saw me there, standing, silent. He starts to approach me, calmly, as if nothing had just went on. I felt adrenaline coarse all throughout my body, in a split second, I took off running. I didn't know where I was going, I just knew I had to run. I ran through the maze of hallways in my school and finally found the front doors.

Hours had passed since then, John was searching for me in the wilderness of Colorado, the wilderness I was hiding in. I thought he had left, I thought he was completely done searching. I climbed from out of the hollow tree, completely hidden away by overgrowth surrounding it, and to my surprise, he was standing there. John was standing there. He look at me with cold, unemotional eyes and said the last words I would hear before my death, "Wrong place, wrong time, buddy." He pulled out a gun from his jacket and I frantically searched for a place to go. Nowhere left to run. He aimed and shot me in the chest then I fell to the ground, cold, lifeless.

I was astonished when I awoke. I noticed that it was night-time. I had the sudden urge to run up to a cliff and howl at the moon. That's when I realized, I was a wolfboy.