The beginning of a werewolf tale

Chapter 1

I jog out of the house and down the road toward the basketball court. School is crap. Its the second week and I'm already being picked on. If things get as bad as they were at my old school I will run away, and this time I will not be coming back.

So if anyone's a psychiatrist feel free to analyse my emotional and mental well being. While your at it give me a list of people who have been bullied, contemplated suicide and almost ran away. You can then add me to that list. So how was your day?

I reach the basketball court. Its on top of a hill in front of the play ground, half of its a basketball court, and the other half has 2 skateboard ramps facing each other. One of them has a ramp that is a diagonal and the other makes a upright semi-circle with its ramp, their about 2 meters wide with a strip of metal in the meter position. Both have a rectangle of space at the top with metal rails around them. I go up and take my iPod out of my bum bag. I put on 'back from the edge' by James Arthur and do a few stretches. I turn my music as loud as it can go and begin to dance. If anyone who see's me try's to put a song to my dance they probably won't get within a mile of the truth.

A small boy comes up to the basketball court, dark hair, green t, brown pants, on a black and green scooter. He goes up and down the length of the half court a few times and then stops and looks back for his parents. His parents have a bike and start trying to teach him how to ride. I go past the ramps and look at them. He doesn't know how lucky he is to have 2 able bodied parents to teach him to ride. Mine tried halfheartedly then took off my training wheels and left me sobbing in the backyard. I taught myself. They taught my brother at the same time and he got more help, let alone the fact he's 15 months older. He didn't get bullied but I did from year 3 to 6. Although to be fair, year 6 was more exclusion and taunting by the boys.

In year 3 I got called a bitch by Jack. Someone who I helped on how not to be bullied by the other kids. In year 3 I was non-violent, confident, and nice. In year 6 I felt shunned by everyone but 2 year 6's and a year 5. I was and still am violent, self conscious, have a wealth of sarcasm, rude, and new-thing-a-phobic. Basically people ruined me.

I continue to stare at the little boy as he throws a hissy-fit cause he can't do it. I feel like going over there and yelling in his face 'YOU THINK THAT'S HARD. TRY DOING IT WITH NO PARENTS TO HELP AND ENCOURAGE YOU.' I don't though. I just head home.