Casey's Tranformation

Casey's Tranformation (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

THE TEEN WOLF CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. THAT CREDIT GOES TO ITS CREATORS.

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         I woke up from that same dream again. I'm surrounded by wolves and before they can tear me apart, I wake up. People say I'm not the most normal girl in the world, but that's me. My mom says I'm special. That's just a nice way of saying that I'm a little crazy. My names Casey and I just realized that I'm not in my bed. I'm in the woods. This is the fifth time this has happened.

        I groaned. Of course, I have to end up a mile into the woods. Meaning I just sleep walked two mile from my house. "Great. Just what I needed," I said in a sarcastic tone.

        Something ran by. It moved so fast that I couldn't get a good look at it. But, from what I saw, it was a man with a lot of facial hair. I turned and he was gone. Probably just tired. It wouldn't be the first hallucination I've had.

        Thanks to the fact that it took me an hour to walk to my house and another half an hour to walk to school. The second bell rang right when I grabbed the door handle. I walked in. My teacher, who everyone calls Coach, wrote out another detention slip. "Late again, Casey?"

        I sighed. "I know. I have detention again." I walked passed Coach and took the detention slip. As if this day could get any worse. And, yet again I was right. It got worse. I had to sit next to the guy I've had a crush on since the day I moved to Beacon Hills. His name's Scott McCall. He's really cute and kind of buff. But, he already has a girlfriend. Allison Argent. Can't blame him. She's beautiful. Black hair, tall, pretty skinny, and dresses nice.

        Me? I'm 5'2", not really pretty, and I alway dress in black. Hell, what chance did I think I had with Scott. Oh, and on top of the 5'2" thing, I'm sixteen. That is pretty short for a sixteen year old.

        I looked out the window. The Coach's voice faded away like it always did. I saw trees, blue skies, cars, and even a guy get pulled over by the police. Looking out the window was always an escape from school. I heard a faint voice calling me, "Casey." The voice got louder. "Casey!" Scott tapped my arm. I snapped out of my daze.

        My head shot straight at Coach. "Huh? What?"

       Everyone started to laugh. I just studied the desk I was sitting at. I wanted to walk out of there right now and never come back. And I did. I got up and ran out.

        I ran out to the parking lot. Away from the classroom. I was breathing hard. Actually, I couldn't breathe. You see I have a bad case of asthma. I reached down to grab my inhaler, but I left it back at the class with my bag.

        I stumbled back on a car. I held my throat, like I was choking. Worst time to have an asthma attack. I fell to the ground. I kept trying to breathe. I started to see spots. Three people ran towards me. Scott and Allison were two of them. The other must have been Stiles Stilinski. Don't ask.

        I heard Scott talking to me. He said, "Casey. Casey, where's your inhaler?"

        I managed to say, "In... my... bag."

        Allison said, "Scott here." She handed him the inhaler and put it up to my mouth. He pressed down the button and I breathed it in.

        My breathing started to return to normal. I breathed as slow as I could. I leaned back on Scott. I kept breathing hard. I choked out, "Thank... you." I felt my breathing slow and my eyes getting heavy.