My Friend, The Werewolf.

Chapter Four

For the rest of the week I stayed out of the forest. I mean can you blame me? I was literally going crazy! I quietly read my books, and made little conversation to the others. Honestly though, I was basically invisible anyway, but I liked it that way. Well, it pretty boring without anything to explore. On Friday, four days after ‘the incident’, I asked Ms. Clerk if I could go into the attic. I was sitting at the kitchen table and she was preparing some sort of concoction for dinner when I asked.

“Why?” She asked not looking up from her, ah- cooking. “I’m so bored," I whined. “Why don’t you play with the other kids? I’m sure there’s a few your age." I groaned. “Please?” I whine louder. Ms. Clerk sighed, “Honey, it’s dangerous up there! You-”

“-it’s dangerous everywhere with you," I interrupt. I sighed for the millionth time that week, and headed up to my closet- er- room. On my way up the stairs, I just so happen to look out the window. The window facing the forest. Right at the foot of the forest stood two figures, but not like a human figure, but something much scarier.

The first dog, which was a couple inches bigger, had chaste gray hair, and electrifying purple eyes you could see from a mile away. The smaller one was pitch black, and had stormy gray eyes. I stood frozen on the spot. The gray one looked a lot like the one in my dream and of course the black one must have been the one I met in the woods four days prior. The creepiest thing about this is that they were looking right at me. I shut my eyes as tight as I could, and opened them slowly to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Well, the hallucinating theory was just proven wrong, because sure enough, the two 300-pound wolfs were still staring at me. I felt like my heart wasn’t beating right them. I had absolutely no idea of what to do. So I ran.

Not to my room like any normal person, but outside.

To the forest.

To the dogs.