Creeping down the street, my music playing even though I'm not listening. I look around the shy dark, just like it's about it's about to turn into a start filled night sky. When i was little I thought the stars were holes and the light was the sunlight coming through. But those days are over, the clouds big puffy, but at the same time look like a huge storm is rolling in from the east. For as long as I could remember, I've always loved thunderstorms, the noise, the strikes of light piercing through the rain filled sky, as I look at my window that is fogged with my breath.
As I get closer to my house my stepmom is yelling at me to come in because a huge storm is actually rolling in from the east. As the storm slowly creeps up on us I look at my cracked window and I focus on my eyes in the reflection, my freckles, my eyelashes, and then my hands just slightly under one page of a book and the other hand on the other side holding it down. I faintly hear a slam of thunder. Rain clatters on the metal roof of the shed outside, and the cast iron skillet outside as well from years ago. I just watch the rain drops roll off the window from the wind, a lightning strikes about half a mile away from the house as my eyes turn red from the feeling of the full moon slowly running up on me. I quickly run down stairs and outside into the woods to turn into the thing I am. I'm not scared, I've gotten used to it by now, my family doesn't care, it's not like they would even if I was normal. But I couldn't think of it any way else to have it, the anger sucks, the rage when someone just even tried to talk to me, and without hesitation my eyes turn a deep brick red. My mind off elsewhere, I look straight up into the night sky and think of me and what it would be like if I was different... if I was ------ normal. The fire inside of be burns brighter and brighter by the second, I start to run and run, until I can't take myself anymore. Without knowing I fall into a deep dreamless sleep, without clothes, cold, and feeling life less, I wake up and quickly put on clothes that I brought along. As the night grows darker, the rain begins to get heavier, and heavier. I slowly head back home where I know I will never be excepted. My mind grows full of thoughts, about a family that might actually except me, or still if I was a normal person. I don't quite know what to do about it. I walk into my room and grab my sketch book, after every full moon I draw a wolf picture. I first draw the ears, then the neck, then the nose, and lastly the body a tails. Then I draw trees and the full moon, with clouds all round it and a lightning strike down the middle of the entire drawing. That's just the way life is around here. It's never gonna change.
