Unseen Monster

Chapter One - Daily Encounter

                Another day in this hellhole that I dare call school; another day in this damned place I call life.  I walk down the hallway, keeping my head low and my eyes trained on the floor.  The voices in the hall fall silent into nothing but hushed whispers.  You could hear a pen drop.  Being a werewolf, I don’t mean that metaphorically.  I already know what’s about to happen.

                “Why don’t you move out of the way Miss Piggy?  The student body shouldn’t have to waste time and energy walking around the likes of you.”  The voice of Zach Marlow, the head captain of the football team meets my ear.  I feel his breath on my neck as he inches his face closer. 

                 “I don’t see how your wolf can stand to have a body like that,” he sneers.  Thank God the whole student body isn’t of supernatural being, because that would have been devastatingly  embarrassing.  That was a new one, and it opened a new wound as well; and it was a deep one.  His hands meet my back as I feel him shove me to the floor.  His girlfriend, Stacy Clemetine head captain of the cheer squad and the rest of their cheer and football posse just laugh and agree.  They mock me, chanting my pet names for them:  “Miss Piggy,” “Fat slob,” and the most hurtful one, “You worthless, stupid, fat piece of shit.”  How someone could be so cruel and heartless to their own race I have no clue.  Even when some humans experience this I don’t get it. 

                A small amount of unwanted tears collect in the corners of my eye, without my permission, but I refuse to let them fall.  I wait until they walk off, laughing, before I slowly rise to my feet.  The remaining patrons in the hall laugh, snicker, and point as I walk by.  I don’t see why they make such a big deal out of this every day.  I mean, you see it every, single, fucking, day.  Just let it go already.  I come to school in baggy, oversized clothes and messy hair.  I’m ugly so I don’t try to wear makeup… ever.  The popular pack pushes me down, calls me names, or whatever suits them for that day and the students in the halls laugh every single time.  One’s torture should become old after being on repeat for so long.

                ‘Why do you let them treat us like that?’ my wolf asks me in a whisper.  “I don’t know,” I tell her in my mind.  I never do anything.  I’m too weak to do anything about it.  I am just an obese werewolf after all.  I can’t do anything but eat all the damn time.  And this is the price I pay; physical and verbal abuse from my peers every single day.

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So guys, I'm writing a new story.  Yes I fully intend on finishing Claiming.  I had started writing this already a little after summer, and I already have, like, six chapters already pre-written.  I just wanted something new up so I could give y'all something to read while I write on Claiming.  I hope you like it.  So yeah.  Hopefully I'll have more of Claiming up soon, and if you like this, more of this story too.  Thanks for reading.

                                               ~Amber