Supernatural Secret

CHAPTER 5.1

After coming back from school, I thought about the sixty-minute lecture that Susan had just given me on how to talk to a guy... and how to find the perfect guy to marry! I don't even know how we got to the last topic, but I promised her that I would apologize to Ethan the next day. My best friend had a crush on him and maybe if I apologized, he would start talking to her again. That is the least I can do for her. Plus, I was too tired to argue with her so I just agreed anyway. 

I came home and there was no one to welcome me, as usual. I took some snacks from the fridge and went up to my room for my homework. I freshened up and wore my comfy hoodie and sweatpants, and settled into my chair in front of my study table. I took out my notebooks, switched on my laptop and took some ruled pages and a black ink pen, and got to work. Today's homework topic was a two hundred word essay on "Your best childhood memories." It was a depressing topic for me, yet I did not have any choice but to write it. I kept motivating myself to get it over with as quickly as possible. My other classmates were probably enjoying doing this assignment and reminiscing about the fun things they did when they were little. I made up my mind to put in great vocabulary so that my teacher is impressed and gives me an 'A'. 

Fortunately, the essay was due in a week, but that just meant seven days of recollecting the times I spent with my mom - which makes me cry every time. Dad is never at home to help me out either. Okay, so let's start writing... "I love the time spent with my mom and dad......no.....uh...the time I fell for the first time....no that sucks....the time I first said mom......no no no!

Damn it. I cannot even begin a single sentence without having my mom be the focus of it; why does she have to be so important in my life? I always end up arguing with myself over this topic, especially when I have to write assignments like this that include my mother. Anyway, I didn't even get a chance to ask Dad about that book in his cabinet. I need to before James comes again and scares me. Is it even true? Could he make me into a wolf? Even though it would be horrible, some part of me wants to try it... I don't know whether it is my hormones that are speaking or whether it is something I actually want. 

Being a 17 year old is difficult - with studies, bodily changes, the responsibilities of becoming an adult and so many other things. But I have an extraordinary thing added to my list and that is the possibility of being turned into a wolf. I do not even know why this is happening to me, and that even by a person I have never met before. Actually I think I have met him, but that was like 7 or 8 years ago. He is the reason behind my phobia of the woods. I hate that guy. I hate Ethan too. I practically hate everyone around me. I just wish I could lock myself in my room for the rest of my life so that I don't have to meet such people again. I could be happy in my own small world, but that world has also been destroyed because of my oh-so-great and selfish mother. I felt hate rising inside me. I stopped it. I can't write this essay today as it is too much to handle. I concentrated on the other homework I had instead.

"Hey!" a voice came from across the window. "Hi, Susan!" I replied back. It was at 7pm. Seven o'clock is 'sister time', so we both complete all our work before 7 and even if there is an important project to do, we leave it to do later at night. Susan was in her comfy grey pyjamas and a white t-shirt that said 'food' in bold. That is my favourite t-shirt out of her entire wardrobe. She had her hair in a simple ponytail with no makeup and she looked so cute. She deserves a nice guy and I am sure that neither Josh nor Ethan is right for her. I will have to find the right guy for her before she falls head over heels in love with Ethan.

"So tell me?" she asked excitedly as she sat down on her study table. Susan and I always decorated and arranged our rooms in the same way; the only thing that was different was the colour scheme and closets since I can never keep up with her fashion trends. When I heard her question, I was confused. Tell her about what?