Running with Wolves

Chapter One

Running is my specialty. I consider myself to be pretty fast, and so does my coach. I woke up late this morning because my sister failed to wake me up until she was half way out the door. Now I was sprinting full speed to my school that was about two and half miles away from my house. 

I could have grabbed my bike, but I needed the excersise anyway. It was pretty chilly outside for an October morning and I could see a small cloud everytime I took a breath. After about ten minutes of straight running I make it to the front steps of Stone Mountian Highschool. I stop running when I reach the top of the steps but I speed walk as fast as possible to my first class. There was no one in the halls and I didn't have time to stop at my locker. I looked at my watch seeing that I had exactly a minute before the bell rang and started jogging. 

I opened the door and stepped into my first period class, which was AP Calculus, right as the bell rang. Everyone turned to look at me, which I don't blame them, because I probably look a mess, what with my labored breathing and disheavled, wind swept hair. 

My teacher looked as if he was going to make a retoirt but held his tongue and i walked over to my desk in the back of the classroom, beside my best friend Noah. 

"God damn Levi, why are you so late?" He asked. 

I sighed and glanced at him, still trying to get my breathing under control. "I  technically wasn't late, but my annoying little sister didn't bother waking me up this morning."

I pulled my math journal out and started on the warm-up on the board. Calculus wasn't exactly my favorite subject, but I liked it a lot better than economics. 

I quickly finished the warm-up and set my pencil down. Noah was one of the only people that knew I was a werewolf but still accepted me. Sometimes I had my doubts, but he was a good friend. 

We became friends in seventh grade. I was never considered popular, but that might be due to the fact that I never took the time to make friends. One day I was getting pushed around by a couple of guys that were on the middle school foot ball team. Noah was walking out of his class with some chick who was giggling a little too much at something he said. When he saw the guys, who were clearly bigger than me, pushing me around and what not, he came to the rescue. 

I don't know how but he was able to get them to leave me alone, and becasue of Noah I was never really bothered again. I told him I was a werewolf my sophmore year, and now we are seniors, our friendship as strong as ever. 

I glanced over at his work and corrected him on one of his problems. He glanced up appreciativly and continued working. 

"Okay everyone, turn your warm-ups in and then get out your notes." Mr. Cornwall said. 

Noah and I glanced at each other and grimaced because when ever we took notes in math, Mr.Cornwall would drone in a monotone voice about some formula we would, qoute on qoute, need to know, but we would probably only need it once on the unit test. 

I reluctantly turned to a new a page and started taking notes on what he was writing on the board. I was actually wirting word for word what he was and not taking anything in, but that's what happens when your teacher is as fun to look at as a pile of rocks. 

After math, Noah and I walked out of the room side by side. We stopped by my locker so I could put my bag in and get ny stuff for the rest of my classes out. 

When I turned around Noah poked a pretty deep scratch that ran across my arm. "Hey is that new?" He asked. 

"Oww, was that necessary?" I asked rubbing it. It was an angry red color because I didn't have time to treat it this morning. Last night was a full moon so I had transformed. I don't remember what happens when I transfrom, but I always end up with cuts, scratches, or bites.