Werewolf? You Bet.

Okay so let me get this out there, there is no such thing as the loch ness monster, big foot, el chupicabra, and certainly not werewolves.

My name is Michaela, Smoch (sma-ock). I'm about 5'4, 5'5, have waist length curly blonde hair and blue-gray eyes, they change depending on lighting and my mood. Anyways I'm 15 almost 16! I'm not to attractive, don't have the body most do but hey, am I happy...nope.

"Hey my teenage daughter!" My mother came and hugged me as soon as I got into the door.

"Mom what did you do this time?" She never really spent time with me unless she did something bad. Example, when I was

little she ran over my turtle when she pulled into the drive way. She said he was sleeping and it made his back feel better and he'd be fine. So he sat there until my dad threw him into the lake down the road. She spent every second with me for the rest of the year.

Frowning she looked at me.

"We are moving." She hurried off to get my bags and came back almost throwing them at me.

"Pack now." She walked away so I couldn't argue.

Not again.

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