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Beware of the Big Bad Wolf!

Hello, my name's Delores Peabody. I'd just like to say before we get this story going is that I'm a compulsive liar so you never know if what I say is true. That being said this whole story could be a lie, a fictional tale I've made up only so I could laugh at you in the end and say "Sucker!". Then again, I could be saying this to cover up the truth that's only seen by the trained eye. Instead of going on for pages about the various theories on the authenticity of this unbelievable tale I'll leave it up to you to decide on fact and fiction. To start the telling of a story one must not jump right into the action, they must provide background first so I guess it would make sense for me to start from the beginning. 

I suppose since this is the story of my life it should begin life all great cliches, at the sound of my alarm clock. Of course I wish I could say my day started off battling aliens on epic space adventures but sadly that day has yet to come. I dragged myself out of bed and turned to face my arch nemesis, my alarm clock. I slammed down on the off switch and in an act of what to me seemed defiance, it continued to beep. No matter how many times I pressed the button that stupid machine just wouldn't turn off so I threw it at the wall smashing it to pieces. 

Dismissing its remains, I proceeded to get dressed. Running my hands through my perfectly straight blond hair, I tried to decide on what I was going to wear. I wouldn't bother putting on any make-up or brushing my teeth because I'm that cliched teenage girl whose so called genetics saved her from all those god awful pre-teen side effects like acne and bad hygiene. It's horrible I know! Looking through my closet I tried to find the perfect outfit that would make a good impression on my first day at a new school but its not like I care what I think. I mean the last thing I'd want is for people to like me. That would be disastrous, catastrophic-

"Lily? I'm heading off to work, don't forget that school starts at 7:30." You see what I mean about the lying? You would have never known if my incredibly evil mother hadn't gone and blown my cover. She's constantly doing my laundry, providing me with food and giving me spending money since I'm too lazy to get a job. She's the spawn of Satan I swear! Everything about her just oozes evil. Her bright smile and selfless attitude just screams "I'm a villainous monster!". 

As I was saying before my mother oh so rudely interrupted was that making friends that a bad idea since it would make moving that much worse and had nothing to do with the fact the my permanent scowl and crazy antics scared people off. You see the spawn of Satan and I are constantly moving, the longest we've ever spent in one place was six months. She never tells me why we leave or gives any warning. I'd bet my happy bunny slippers that she's on the run due to her heinous crimes. The police probably caught her feeding the hungry and helping the homeless, that wicked woman. 

Realizing I only had five minutes before I had to leave, I threw on the first shirt I saw, my black skinny jeans and a random pair of converse and headed towards hell. Cough. Cough. Sorry I mean high-school. Since we only lived a few yards away from the school building so that meant I would be walking. As I walked I felt everyone's eyes on me. Feeling a bit self conscious I wondered if I accidentally put on my pajama shirt with the baby duckies by mistake. I looked down to check, continuing to walk as I did so, when a wall just appeared out of nowhere. 

Preventing me from falling to the ground and making a complete fool out of myself, the wall caught me. Wait a minute, walls don't have arms. Now that I think about it they don't move either. I looked up into what could only be described as the most gorgeous puke colored eyes I had ever seen. The perfect mix of green and yellow with a hint of gold...they were beautiful. 

After a bit of struggle involving him saying "MINE!" repeatedly and me telling him where exactly he could shove that "mine" of his if he didn't let go, I finally took a couple steps back to admire the rest of him. I looked him up and down, from his tanned skin and black t-shirt that showed off his muscles to his dirt covered fingernails that indicated he had just gone on a run through the woods. Again, I know what you're thinking, did she just say what I think she said? The answer is yes, yes I did. I mean it's so obvious! The tanned skin and large build, his eyes, the way he went all caveman when we touched. According to popular teen fiction he must be a werewolf. My eyes widen at this discovery and I yell "Don't eat me!" before quickly running into the building. 

Deciding no to dwell on what had happened, I chose to continue on my way and just avoid Mr. Werewolf. It took me a while but I eventually found my first class. You see I already had my schedule because the school thought it would be a good idea to let me know what materials I'd need. It's good to know that at least one school in teen fiction has common sense. My first period class was Chemistry, the one class that will land me on the worlds most wanted list for blowing up a school building. Though it's not like I'd do it on purpose...okay well I have gym afterwards so maybe I would but pretend you didn't just read that. You know nothing! NOTHING!

"Since I do not recognize you I assume you must be my new student, Ms. Summers?" An old balding man said, standing in front of the classroom with a slightly peeved expression. I guess being forty-five minutes late doesn't get you on his good side. Who would've thought? Oh well, might as well make this fun.

"Well you know what they say about people when they assume thing..." I say as I walk further into the room, wearing my teenage delinquent smirk. I watched the bald headed chemistry teacher, whose name is ironically Mr. Baldwin. I'd hate to break it to him but I don't think being bald is very much of a win. 

"Take a seat!" He said angrily waiving a dismissive hand at me. Looking around at the available seats I noticed an empty seat by a certain puke eyed werewolf who was staring at me with hunger in his eyes. Quickly I sat down by a boy in the front row with a serious case of body odor and as I did this I could've sworn I heard someone growl. The boy reached out his hand and introduced himself as Charlie. As he reached over to shake my hand I noticed the dirt caked under his fingernails. 

Oh no, he's a werewolf too! Is this some sort of secret werewolf community my mother has dragged me to in an effort to rid herself from me once and for all? I looked around and noticed the fingers of a certain teacher, whom I have recently angered, that revealed the secret of his nightly habits. No, Gross! Not that! He's a werewolf, jeez! Get with the program! Realizing the dangers of what I've done my angering a feral beast, I jump out of my seat and beg for forgiveness. "Please don't eat me! I'm sorry, I really am I promise! I won't ever do it again, just please don't eat me!" 

**Okay so I've had this all written up for a while but I've been doing a lot of editing not to mention how long it took for me to get it all typed up on wordpad(I decided to spend my leftover money on books instead of buy Microsoft office) I'll be honest I HATE EDITING! The words just seem to all blur together so if by any chance anyone wants to edit for me I would greatly appreciate it...

Wow, look at me talking all proper. I think I've spent too much time around adults this summer... 

Anyways, this is all I've got typed up right now but I figured I'd just post it now since I've been pretty much neglecting all my stories. You can blame anime (it's addicting!!!)

*a few minutes after typing author's note*

sooo....it may take a little longer than I planned for the next update...I lost the document. It literally just disappeared D; Wish me luck in finding it