Plot Twist

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

-Marilyn Monroe

I was about two minutes late to first period, but surprisingly, the universe must've been on my side because the teacher wasn't in the room.

That's right.

The evil look-alike Professor McGonagall was nowhere to be seen - shockingly, because it was her who had yelled at me for being tardy - and the kids in her first period didn't seem all that worried about her absence.

Taking my seat next to Tiana, who was texting on her phone, I barely dodged a paper ball being thrown across the room.

Kids these days.

"Well, hello there, fake best friend," Tiana greeted me with a lazy smirk, putting her phone away, "How's our humble little supernatural hub of drama treating you this fine day?"

Thank God.

At least there's one person in this screwed up storyline of werewolf drama that can take two seconds from all the boy angst to be sarcastic.

"Well, since the last time we talked, I've managed to stab someone in the balls and possibly receive permanent nerve damage to my arm - you know, the usual," I replied cheerily, flexing my still-tingling arm out in front of me.

"Stab someone? Nerve dama - you know what? I don't even want to know," Tiana shook her head, "Let's just say you've had an eventful morning and leave it at that. By the way, can you believe it? Ms. Brennan is actually late! It's remarkable."

"Yeah, the Principal's my uncle, and he got a call from her this morning about some month-long knitting convention up in Canada that she's going to. Anyway, if anybody's late, it's our substitute," A voice from behind us chimed in.

Tiana and I turned around to stare at an attractive blonde-haired boy with a charming smile and windswept hair. "Gee, thanks, kid-I-just-met," I replied, although it came out sarcastic. You see, I wasn't trying to be mean, but at the age of thirteen, I was diagnosed with this condition: ATGS or as it's more commonly known, "Awkward Teenage Girl Syndrome".

ATGS effects females across the globe, ages 13-19 and symptoms include: Spending hours on the internet browsing through Tumblr, Wattpad and other addicting sites, using large amounts of sarcasm, and finding it extremely hard to talk to attractive males.

Sadly, there's not a cure yet, but scientists are at work everyday to find a solution to the condition affecting so many females in today's society.

"Substitute?" Tiana snapped me out of thoughts by slamming her hands down on her desk, "For a month too? This sucks!"

Sucks? You look up the word substitute in the dictionary and one of its synonyms is "fun".

"Dude, what do you mean 'this sucks'? A substitute basically means, 'do whatever you want for class'," I told her.

Tiana shot me an odd look before a look of realization seemed to dawn on her, "Oh, right. Sorry, I keep forgetting you aren't part of this dimension or whatever. The thing about substitutes here is that they all happen to be human. A human substitute means everyone has to be on their best behavior - no accidental shifting and keeping the wolf talk to a minimum. In case you've failed to notice these past two days, we're all a bunch of horny teenage werewolves with heightened emotions and it's not exactly easy to keep it under control - and if we have to do it for an entire month? It'll be torture."