The New Møøn

1. The New Guy

Started writing: January 11th, 2016

First published: May 12th, 2017

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1. The New Guy

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I saw that you were perfect and I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and loved you even more.
                             ~Unknown

{• Ryan •}

"Move!" A guy yelled from behind me as I got shove to the ground. I put my hands out in front of me to stop the fall and I heard a crack as I landed. Pain laced up my right arm.

The guy laughed as I cursed. I sat up and cradled my wrist. "What the hell Danny!" I yelled at the guy who was currently laughing his head off. God I hate that laugh. It sounds like a cat getting hit by a bus. You're welcome for the lovely image.

Danny looked over at me with his pale, cold, blue eyes. "Well I had to get you out of my way Ry-Ry." I grimace at the nickname as he fist-bumped his best friend, Thomas, and walked away. Fixing his vibrant red hair in the library window as he leaves. His little squad following behind him like lost puppies.

A crowd of people was crowding around me, laughing, as I stood up. I glared at them.
Stupid people.

I can feel my hands start to twitch like they usually do when I'm mad. My teeth start to hurt. I don't really know why it happens. Sometimes I can control it and sometimes I can't.

I walk to the bathroom pressing my hurt wrist to my side while I rub my teeth to try to get them to stop hurting. Yes, that is my idea of controlling it. It actually works! Sometimes.

I make it to the bathroom and lock the stall door. I rub my teeth a little more until they stop hurting. I inspect my wrist. Damn. I think to myself. I wanna punch something or, even better, someone. However I know that would be painful by the looks of my punching hand.

My wrist is swollen to the size of a tomato. The bruise is a mix of purple, blue, and green. Every time I move it, even just a twitch, a sharp pain runs up my arm. I sigh. Broken. I mumble profanities at Danny under my breath as I walk towards the bathroom door.

I consider going to the nurses office when the bell rings for seventh block. I figured I can last for another ninety minutes so I pull down my hoodie to cover my tomato arm, shoulder my bag, and head to Math.

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The leaves crinkle under my feet as I run as fast as my feet will carry me towards the little cottage in the woods. Something is chasing me but I don't know what.

I turn around and see nothing. I can hear them though. I can hear the footsteps and the whispers. Not very quiet whispers. It's like the person or thing wants me to hear it.

"werewolf me et te. cognoscam occidat te!" My pursuer must be Latin. I never took Latin but somehow I know what it is saying.

"I will find you werewolf. I will find you and kill you!"

My heart beat races in freight. I dodge a tree confused. Did they call me a werewolf? I run faster as I'm almost to the cottage. I take the last few steps and rush inside, closing the door behind me. My pursuer stops at the door and bang on it. Yelling multiple things, probably things my mother wouldn't like me saying, even though I am seventeen.