Finding Myself

Part 1: Change

It was the first day of freshman year and I already knew that these four years were going to be the greatest of my life. I had already made the lacrosse team prior to the try outs they already had and I was already the star. No one could keep up with the great, Jackson Whittemore. As I'm walking down the halls ready to go to my first class the hottest girl in my grade, possibly the whole school walked in and down the halls, cutting in front of me as we enter the same classroom. "Hey Lydia." I said with a smirk. To which she turned to me and smirked back "Well hello Jackson. How was your summer?". "Great and you?" I said as I checked her out from head to toe. "Fabulous." she replied and turned to walk to her seat. I was going to get her to hook up with me. She was going to be a challenge, but I knew that I was up for it. I took a deep breath and took the seat behind her, waiting for this day to go by.

Fast forward two years later. Junior year. Everything was so different. The smell of the grass, the school halls, me. I wasn't the same person that I was. I was... stronger... faster... and did i mention a werewolf? Typical right. Because werewolves do exist in this fucked up world. It was a long journey to get where I am now, but did that make me stronger as a person? Not sure yet. All I know is that Lydia saved me and I thought I was going to die. I never expected to be going back to this hell hole we call high school. Yeah I guess you can say my outlook has changed, let's see how much.

Sitting in the same class room that I've sat these past two years should seem so familiar... but it isn't. I almost forgot how everything worked around here, but I'm still Jackson Whittemore. And anything I say goes. I stared at the clock as I anxiously waited for 1st period to be over. The clock kept ticking and it really started to get on my nerves, but then finally the loud high pitched sound of the bell rang and I quickly gathered my stuff and went straight to my locker. I began to dig through it as I felt someone gently tap my shoulder. "Jackson..." I froze.