Witch Boy and the Wolves

Wolves For My Birthday

_________________OCT. 22, 2013_____________

Aleck's POV:

I rushed out of class and was walking as fast as I could down the halls to get out of my high school. My backpack was over weighted with all of the schools "necessary" books. 'I fail to see the use of this, when would someone ever need to know the exact date of when some random fuck face decided to free some people?' I questioned myself as I rounded the last corner until the door. Mentally cheering myself on as I increased my speed from walking to a slow jog. Well, slow for me, to others it looked like I was running. Not my fault they're all slow asses. Ow! My head dammit! What happened? I looked up to see what the source of my pain was and found that it was none other than Jake Hehd, a receiver in my school's football team as well as a known member of the jocks of this school (Can anyone NOT see the irony that I have so "cleverly" written with him?). "Hey fairy, aren't you going to apologize?". He's also a very well known homophobe. "Well, I would... but you're an asshole." I replied blandly. "What did you say to me faggot?" He asked me angrily. "You know, it's funny how you call me a fag, yet you love giving head so much that you had it included in your name. But then again, you are a receiver." I replied, shrugging as I smirked at his rage covered face. He didn't even try to reply, I'm guessing that it was probably due to the fact that he had used all of his brain power simply coming up with those words, but he did try to punch me, which I expertly dodged, ducking underneath his arm and spinning around with my heavy backpack outstretched, effectively hitting him on the back and making him fall. "Hehehe" I giggled, "See you tomorrow bitch!" I said waving my hand back at him as I started to jog outside again.

Once I was outside, I quickly breathed in the scent of the fresh air. "Aaahhhhh" I moaned, stretching. 'Now to head back to the house to drop my stuff off and then off to the forest!' I thought excitedly.

After I got to my house, my foster "siblings" came to greet me, making sure that I know that I'm, let me see if I remember their exact words, "a freak of nature that doesn't belong on earth". Yup. That pretty much sums it up. 'Meh, at least I can torment them. Hehehe.' I thought to myself as I climbed up the stairs. They think that they can hurt me by criticizing how I was born and what I wear. I was born with purple eyes with black in them (THE CHAPTER PICTURE!) and what I wear is just hoodies, pants and my necklace. Which is a raven holding a pentacle. Which I think is merited because, well, I'm a witch. But they don't know that I am. No one knows really. 'Mental sigh. Mental. Sigh.' I think to myself, again.

'Oh well,' I mentally say to myself as I climb the last step and hurry to my bedroom. 'It's better if no one knows. I doubt I'd want to be taken by random crazy ass people that want to experiment on me. Ew, needles.' I think, finishing my tiny mental conversation and noticing that the door to my room is just a few feet away from me.

Not even bothering to pause my advances, I flick my hand at the door and speak a word in Latin. "Aperi." (Open).

The door instantly opened, allowing me to go through and fling my backpack onto my bed.

Once I threw my backpack down onto my bed, I came out of my room, the door still being open so I closed it, and I practically ran to Ms. B's room which was just down the hall of where mine is.

I think of Ms. B, the owner and custodian of the foster  home I live in, as not so much of the person who's job is to take care of the foster home, but more like a mother figure. She's the only one that bothers to speak to me without it being an insult and is actually genuinely interested in how I am, and she's usually very accepting and understanding, I mean, she was the first person I came out to about being gay and she was totally fine with it. She genuinely accepts me for who I am, even though it's not everything about me. I'm still contemplating whether or not to tell her about my powers.