The Chase

The Chase [Chapter 1]

Sometimes when I’m in deep thought, I wonder how different my life would have been if I was born normal. People despise the word average but I would love to be average. Have average grades, an average social life, and an average boyfriend; anything with the word average in it, I would be happy. If I was average I could be independent and live as free as a bird. An average person would be able to travel, eat odd foods, join unique clubs and be a part of  history like protesting in the occupy movement. But of course, a life of normalcy wasn’t in my cards and I will live my life coping with the fact I’m a bit of a freak of nature. Instead of being the average mall-loving, text obsessed, boy crazy and hormone induced teen; I’m a forest loving, animal hunting, swift sprinting and cold thriving teen. You see what I’m trying to say is I’m kind of like a werewolf. A big dog with fangs that will bite your head off and paws that will scratch you to death, please don’t pet because I’m not really a dog. I prefer to keep my werewolf statues to myself. My parents are not werewolves nor are my siblings. I know nothing of werewolfism, the only thing I do know is I like to run.

Running is my escape. The feel of the wind chasing you and gravity trying to pull you down is exhilarating. I jump through bushes, trees and sometimes animals. The werewolf inside of me craves to run and the human craves to be free. It’s like the best of both worlds, I could run for days. When I first turned, it was quite painful. I was in my tiny room and my werewolf did not like that. I was human for a second and next thing I knew I was jumping out of the window running through the woods I was always a bit afraid of. That was one of the best runs of my life.

You would think I was some kind of track runner or marathon sprinter but nope, I wanted to keep to myself. I was Hadley Harper Lacroix. At school I didn’t exist. I kept a low profile and wore very lazy outfits, jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing fancy, maybe a jacket or a pair of flats here and there but nothing that made me stand out. Deep down inside, I was a girly princess. I love dresses especially bright yellows and pink ones. I wore bows in my hair at home and drew heart on all my doddle paper but I had to suppress that part of me, low profile remember?

If America couldn’t accept same-sex marriages, how the hell are they going to accept werewolves? I knew that I would be a test subject if I told the world or worst the “devil” so I kept myself hidden in the shadows. I’ve never encountered anyone like me for all I know I could be the only werewolf in existence. I wish to find someone like myself and maybe for once feel normal.

Being a school outcast wasn’t easy. Sometimes I would put on a dress and prepare myself to go to school but I would turn back into my closet and changed into a lazy outfit. I was scared and afraid of people’s reactions towards me so I didn’t have friend’s just acquaintances and didn’t do anything outside of school. So when my parents announced that we were moving, I shrugged and went on normally like I do every day. How’s a new school going to be different from the old? Frankly, all I looked forward to was running. My sad, sad life but I wouldn’t want to impose this werewolfism on anyone else in the world. As all super heroes like to say, “It was a gift and a curse.”

We went from the buzzing super city New York to a picturesque town of Woodside Heights, Minnesota. Population: 800 and now the population is 805. I have teen brothers, Ethan and Nathan, don’t ask me why my parents picked rhyming names with identical twins just know that they’re anything but identical. Ethan and Nathans are 14. Nathan is the jock, he loves football, basketball, baseball anything that involves competition and your physical body. Nathan is popular, the “ladies love me” as Nathan likes to put it and loves to be in the spotlight. Unlike his brother Ethan takes more after me. Ethan is a dreamer; he writes, sings and prefers love over lust. I would say he’s sensitive but he oozes manliness. He’s charming and always has girls flocking at his feet. If you roll my brothers into one, you would probably get the perfect man. Anyway, my brothers and I are very close. I’m always the levelheaded older sister, I give advice when needed and allow them to learn from their own mistakes but I prefer them not to have a relationship with me inside of school. I do not want their friendships to be tarnish because of my standoffish behavior. I always tell them to ignore me at school and they do. Even if they ignore me, I know they love me and are over protective of me but I am older and wiser so they listen to me. Now that we were in a new town, I advised them to treat me the same at the new school as they did at the old school. They sighed but agreed. It was killing me not being able to acknowledge my brothers at school but I knew it would be the best for them.