As I had predicted, Ms. Clerk yelled at me when I got back. She shook her finger in my face while I tried to look guilty. “The woods are dangerous, Erin!” She exclaimed. “How many times do I have to tell you," The sternness in her voice was waning, “You could get hurt! There are dangerous creatures in there.” ‘You have no idea,’ I said in my head. Ms. Clerk put her wrinkled hand on her fragile hips, and shook her head. “Well, we saved a bit of your lunch if you’re hungry," Her kind, old, blue eyes stared into mine in a pitiful sort of way. I didn’t like it one bit, so I said “Thanks”, and headed to the kitchen. I heard a sigh behind me, and Ms. Clerk’s footsteps fading away.
I opened the refrigerator, and peered inside. I saw my lunch on a plate, wrapped up in plastic wrap and took it out. I sighed at the sight of green beans and the two hotdogs on my plate. We had this same meal everyday for lunch; I don’t know why I expected anything different. I took off the plastic wrap and shoved the plate in the microwave. Leaning against the counter while waiting for my food to warm, I started to think.
‘It was all a dream, a figment of the imagination,’ one side of my brain was saying, ‘You just imagined it all.’ I closed my eyes. ‘How could you have imagined all of that!’ the other half said.
‘You saw it with your own two eyes, didn’t you?’
‘You’re an imaginative person. You know this; you could have easily just picture a dog and a girl standing there! Those books are starting to get to you.'
‘But it seemed so real...’'
‘But it wasn’t, it was just-‘
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I jumped nearly a foot when the microwave went off. “Whew,” I said breathing heavily and clutching my heart. After a minute I took out my ‘delicious’ lunch. I looked at the food, and felt a lurching sensation in my stomach. I sighed once more and threw the food away.
That night I had a dream about the event in the forest. It was the same thing except that it was during the night and the dog I saw wasn’t black, but gray and instead of gray eyes, they were purple. The same events happened up till the point where the dog morphed into a girl. Instead of turning into a human, the gray dog ran off. Just like that. I stood there dumbstruck, until I heard a low, keening howl...
I woke so abruptly; I banged my head on the ceiling on the top bunk. I sighed one last time and tried to fall back to sleep.
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My Friend, The Werewolf.
Fantasi"I occupied myself with reading, writing, drawing, exploring, and even just thinking. I would think about a world of magical beings and mythical tales. These are the things I read about too. I knew I was different than the others. I was strange...
