The smell of blood brought me back to my scenes. I always hated the smell. The iron just did not sit in my nose right, always made me want to barf. I looked around, almost everyone was looking at me except the boy who was looking at the bleeding marks on the back of his hand and strangely enough he was smiling.
I jumped up, grabbed my stuff and ran down the hall. I didn’t get far enough before I heard people talking, “What’s her problem?” “What is she a cat?” “Are you ok?” “She’s such a jerk!” “What was with her nails?” “Man, I hope she’s not in my class.”
I slowed down and looked at my hand. My claws were out and curved, each had a little blood on them. The smell made me dizzy. I focused and my nails went back to normal.
I walked to the nearest bathroom and washed my hands. I looked in the mirror, my eyes were huge and my hair was sticking up. I thought about his look, his smell and without my command, my claws came out dug into the side of the sink and I growled.
I blinked and looked around; luckily no one was in here but me. I relaxed my nails, flattened my hair, and took a deep breath. I just needed to calm down. He was just another human, just a normal human. No matter how many times I said it I just couldn’t believe it something was off about that boy.
I dried my hands and strained my ears to make out any noise outside the door, nothing so I walked out the bathroom and kept walking. I needed to get to my homeroom and get out; luckily we are only here for an hour. So I just have to take the class for 60 minutes then I can go home Change and not think one human thought.
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Teenage Weretiger
Teen FictionWhen you can out run basically anyone, are able to lift full grown men and not to mention turn into an animal it is the best thing ever right? That is what Taylor, a young weretiger, thinks. That is until everything starts changing and creatures sta...