I Adopted My Teacher (Under Edit)

9- Let's Go For A Walk

I sat on my dad's office, observing the shelves on the wall. It had fossils and prehistoric artifacts that my parents had collected over the years. They met as college students, sharing their love for historic events.

For me, I don't know what to do with my life when I graduate. Maybe I'll be an archaeologist like them, and then I can travel with my parents around the world. Man, that would be sweet.

The office is the only room I can get access to internet, since my parents didn't allow me to get my own computer. What's the point, anyway? I don't play PC games, I'm not a fan of social media, and I just use the World Wide Web for research. If there's anyone who would contact me, they can either email or text me.

I've never been here before.

Apollo walked-limped to the office. I changed his bandage when I gave him a shower. His wounds are still there, open and deep, though it started to heal greatly.

"Because I don't always go here." I said, closing the door so it's only me and Apollo in the office. I don't like it being open because 1) There's a glass window right across the door so the sunlight is shining through the office, and it  bothers me. And 2) It's cold.

Why? It's your house.

"Yeah, dad's office. I'm doing a report so I need the internet." I explained, opening dad's laptop. It went to the login screen, and I clicked the user ALLIE, typed my password- which was ACoope120597. 12-05-1997: my birthdate.

Apollo walked around the office like I did when I came in. Seeing by his distraction to bother me, I continued working on my report. Google popped up when I opened a browser, then I typed in "Lycanthropy".

Lycantrophy?

I turned to Apollo. "Yeah, what?"

Do you know what it means?  I shook my head. I didn't know what it means besides it's a mental condition.

When people believe they are werewolves, or think they turned to one, they have lycantrophy.

"How would you know?" I blinked.

There's a story when I was young. It was taught as soon as we learned to hunt by ourselves. Lycantrophy goes way back 14th century, when they believed in those creatures.

I didn't know wolves study history. "What does that have to do with you? Don't wolves just...hunt?"

Not much. But it's unusual, is it not? A human thinking he can turn to a werewolve. Thats preposterous.

I nodded, then continued doing my work. "Werewolves aren't real." I said while I was typing my report in Microsoft Word. 

You don't believe in werewolves?

"And vampires, and unicorns, and dwarves and elves." I said. The list goes on about those mythical creatures. 

You think I'm not mythical?

The way Apollo was talking sounded serious, but maybe it's just him. He's always teasing. I glared at him. "What are you up to?"

Nothing.

I ignored him again. It became easier since he gets quiet when I stop talking after a while. I wrote my report until I reached 2 pages. Then I stopped. The time says it was dinner time, so I saved my document and closed the laptop, not bothering to shut it down.

Apollo didn't say anything, and he followed me downstairs to the kitchen. His food dish was half empty, so I put a half cup in his dish. 

Hooray. Dog food for the wolf.