Her Wolf

Her Wolf Chapter 2

Hey guys, I'm trying really hard to finish a chapter each night. This chapter has coarse language. Don't like Don't read. ____________________________________________________________________________ The next morning, I woke up early to get ready for school. I groaned and mumbled to myself about how school was a total bitch and cock. I put on my slippers and went stumbled blindly into the bathroom to shower.

As you can see I'm not the best morning person. As I was showering, I thought about if people will see the changes that happened to my body or technically physique. Oh yeah, I know a big word Yippee!

Hmm... I wonder if the boys will start to flock around me. It would be so awesome to see the blonde bimbo cheerleaders shocked with the ordinary fish fac- Oh cheese I'm mentally blabbering away again. But seriously that would be a sight I would pay thousands to see, well may be only 15 bucks but that would be so epic.

I wonder if anyone would give up hundreds to see fish face blonde bimbos, I know I would because I would be able to hear their pride slowly dripping awa- Damn there I go again, I am mentally blabbering away as I stood under the shower.

"How dumbass can I be?" I asked myself.

"Excuse me, you are also referring to me, person."

"Wh-What? Who was that?" I asked trying to cover my feminine parts.

"You don't need to hide, you know cause I am you."

"I must be imagining things," I whispered to myself.

"No, you dolt I am you and you are me!" "It's all in your head."

"Shut up and listen to me I am your wolf, you need a new brain, the old one is so annoying and whining all the time about working too hard."

"Keep to yourself!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

" Fine, I am waving my white flag."

"Good, you have a mate you know, wait don't answer that cause I know."

"(Silence)."

"Hello?"

"(Silence)."

"Fine ignore me." _____________________________________________________________________________ (School)

I slowly trudged up the steps to the stupid torture chamber. Hey I maybe an A student but it doesn't mean I love school.

I pursed my lips as the whispers about me started. Except this time it was different. I didn't get the nauseating feeling every time they whispered about me. I had AP English for first period. AP English didn't have any cocky jocks or any stupid bimbos that would say "OMG! The rain is like so wet."

It was a cool class where the teacher was nice to us and didn't give us lots of assignments like all the other English teachers.

My AP English teacher is called Ms Desser but she prefers if we call her Arianna but for short we call her Anna or Ann. We normally read in silence or we would be able to talk like friends in the classroom. Usually no one would talk to me unless Anna had some group work for us.

Since we were the advanced class in all the senior classes we were allowed to relax but when we work it is fun but lots of work. Anna would sometimes help us or in some specific times me. But it was rare that I ever asked for aid from Anna.

For Period 2 and 3 I had a double period of math with Ms. McNeil. Her name may sound like the females who would bake cookies and share them with everyone but do not be fooled by her appearance and name. She was big on calculus and when we stuffed up a math problem she would just scream at us and never get off her "my-ass-is-glued-to-this-seat" chair to show us how the math problem worked.

Ms. Macneil was also known for making nerdy girls with glasses and all that jazz, cry and a reputation of calling the senior nerdy boys stupid people but she was a totally different person when she is with the blonde bimbos and cock jocks. Her face is always caked with make up, her style of make up makes her face look very plastic and she acts like she wants to be 16 years old again.

Shame on her she is a total bitch. I forgot to mention, when I don't know what the personality of that person is, they are either cocks, retards, bitches or sluts. Once I get to know them, I classify them into the awesome, assholes or sluts categories. All the girls who have a pea brain that rants on about breaking a nail (rolls eyes) and have clothing that barely cover anything are considered in the sluts section. Assholes are your typical jock, you know bragging about who banged which girl this weekend and football and everything else like that.

But back to Ms McNeil, notice the "Ms" she's still single because obviously no one would want their life partner to be a total bitch. As I pondered over these thoughts. Ms MC 'n' cheese, I like to call her names. Anyway the bitch slapped a plastic bendy ruler against my desk and then moved her face forward to glare at me.

It's not like I was intimidated. "Get on with your work," she growled menacingly? If it was meant to be intimidating, I thought I would burst out laughing if I hadn't bit down on my lip. Obviously the dumb Wicked Witch of the West took it as a sign that I was going to burst into tears. Too bad she didn't get to talk anymore because just then the recess bell rang. I packed up all my things as Ms. McBitch glared at me with her bony arms crossed with her face into a scowl. It made her look 60 rather than 45 years old.

Once I was out of the classroom and walked 10 feet away I started cracking up. People were looking at me strangely but I hardly cared because they didn't really matter to me. I walked towards my shady tree and rooted my ass to the space between the big ass roots.

I pulled out my cheese and bacon roll and began to eat it while reading on my laptop that I brought to school everyday. The bell rang after 15 minutes because we had a bitchy office lady that made the bell times and altered the 30 minute recess to a 15 minute recess. I know right very assholish.