Wolf Girl

Chapter 1

Mother and Randy always loved me since that day. They both decided that they would name me Calla. I loved that name so much.

Mother would feed me and bathe me, and Randy would take me outside into the backyard to play this game humans usually played with dogs called "fetch."

All my childhood, I always wondered why Mother and Randy never had any human kids in their house.

Four days a week, Mother would teach me some of the human language for a couple hours, then we would play with some toys, and then eat a snack. Before you knew it; it was "bed time" already.

I would always make Mother so mad because of my amount of energy I had when it was bed time. I couldn't help it, I was a wolf. I was made for the night.

It would make Randy really mad when it was a full moon and I howled through the window. Mother usually just let me do it, but I could smell the anger on Randy; even though he physically hid it really well.

I would howl, and he would come into my bedroom, pick me up by the scruff, set me on his lap, and pet me until I fell asleep. It's like a way of basically telling me to shut up.

I was a lot of work as a pup, er, a child Mother would tell me. I would shift and jump out of the water when she tried to give me a bath, and I always got side tracked when she was teaching me.

The cat, Rascall, was a big black ball of fur who would always taunt me from his tower; resulting in me barking at him. Cats are always mean, but when it comes to humans, they are kind.

. . .

When I was of the age to go to human school, Mother would tell me to never ever shift in front of those people at school. She said it would cause too much of a ruckus, and people will start asking questions that she nor I could answer.

"Cross your heart, Calla?" Mother asked.

"Cross my heart!" I say grinning as I make an "X" over my heart. I run into the kitchen and grab my book bag and lunch box and out the front door. I hold my hand on the car door handle and jump up and down

"I'm so excited, I'm so excited, I'm so excited!" I squeak. Mother and Randy come out of the house; both ready for work with all of their bags. They unlock the door and I jump in the car and buckle my seat belt.

The ride to school went by pretty fast; It was only about ten minutes away from our house. I jump out of the car door and wave bye to my parents as I run into the school.

. . .

It was lunch time, and I was eyeing this one blond-haired boy who had been bullying me all day.

When we were learning Math, he kept throwing his pencil at me saying that it was an accident whenever the teacher caught him. And I was the one who got in trouble one time for yelling at him to stop! My teacher, Ms. Bold, made me move down my star from "good day" to "okay day."

I was so mad that I wanted to shift, but I'm not allowed to at school. Mother's rules.

Then when we were learning English, he kept drawing in my notebook!

Hold back the anger Calla, hold back the anger. Don't shift, don't show any signs that you are a wolf.

At lunch, he decided to sit near me and my friend Grace.

"Ooo! What do you have for lunch, Calla? Nothing as good as pizza, I would guess," he said as he gave me a smug look and pulled out two pieces of pizza. He ate almost an entire piece before I could say something back;

"I have uhh... a sandwich!" I say taking a quick bite, trying to be nice. Maybe I could get to be friends with him?

The boy laughed at me. "Wow, I knew it wasn't anything better than pizza." He continued eating his pizza like a slob.

"Would you shush it for once, Alan?" Grace asked annoyedly in her soft voice. So his name is Alan.

"Don't tell me what to do, Grace," Alan snorted.

He looked at her from the side and gave her an evil smirk and pushed her off of her chair. She landed on the ground and her alphabet soup went everywhere. In her blonde hair, on her rosy cheeks, and her beautiful pink dress. That pushed me to the limit.

I stood up from my seat and pushed him off of his chair, and I felt my canines and my claws sharpen. I punch him once in the chest and scratch him on the face, making sure to leave a mark.

His cheek bled a little as I continued to punch him, and some teachers came to split up the the fight.