• I was running through a forest, not really sure of which one, but one close enough to my house. I look straight up into the sky, the dark cover was lit with little dots of lights from the stars, but the main star I was looking for was the moon, it wasn’t every hard to find, it was big and full and that’s what got me into a panic. I began to run even faster. As I ran I could feel the pain and adrenalin rush through, it was time.
    Beep beep beep.
    My alarm would wake me up at the same point in my dream; I woke up at five thirty every morning. Although I don’t know why I did this on a Sunday, but either way I got up grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top. I hate September; it’s always so hot. I took my clothes and walked into my bathroom and turned on the cold water. I then got into the shower; I let the cold water wash away my trouble and my pain from my dream. As I was in the shower I slipped, just my luck to slip in the shower. I have always had bad luck, ever since I was little, I just don’t remember a time when I have ever had good luck. I also have never had really any friends, and it’s all because of this stupid secret, I’m always moving from place to place because of it too. In fact it wouldn’t be too much longer before I’ll be moving again. I have only been living here a good five month and I’ll soon be leaving in a couple more months, but I guess that shows how much trouble my father and his friends can get into in only a few months. I got dressed and dried my hair out; I then wiped my bleeding knee, from where I had fell in the shower. I brushed my very straight, long, dark brown hair. I looked at myself in my full-length mirror. Something was defiantly wrong with my appearance, something that I couldn’t tell until I looked really closely.
    My oval face didn’t change and my figure also didn’t change. It was then that I realized that it was my hair; my hair had grown at least a good six inches from last night. It must have been coming up on a full moon. I then looked even more closely and I realized what the true problem was. My eyes were a strange hazel when they are usually a very light blue. After about three minutes of examining my eyes and trying to figure out why my eyes were a different color I decide it didn’t matter.
    After I got done I made my way down the stares and into the kitchen. Down in the kitchen was my dad; he sounded kind of mad which meant that this morning was not going to be good. My dad and I never really got along, especially since I was a girl werewolf, the pack is so sexist. That’s the reason why I don’t have a mother. My father turned my mother into a werewolf after their wedding. After she got her first transformation they met a pack of other werewolves, they didn’t like the fact that girls are werewolves so they killed her after she had me. And so when I turn eighteen they will kill me as well. That means I only have a few months, which means here very soon I will have to take off so I can save my life because my father wont do it for me.