Werewolf White; Book 1- White Wolf

Chapter 2- Learning a Lesson

My name is Azure Mist, and I'm 16 years old. I have short white hair, tan skin, light blue eyes, basic clothes, a constant decrease in friends, suffering grades, and a condition that prevents me from going outside at night. So sure, I can get a little pissed sometimes, and my recent nightmare issue isn't helping my social life. I don't mind not having many friends, in fact, I prefer it. Less people around me means less people the other side of me can hurt or even kill. Now I know your probably interested in the animal side, so, I'll talk about it. When I'm exposed to too much moonlight, I... change. On certain occasions the change is unavoidable, like on new and full moons. When I... change, well, my memories of the other me is fuzzy, but mom says I'm 'not myself' and I assume that i'm not aware, that the need to feed takes over. On the occasional new or full moon, mom drives me to a shack deep in the woods where I can be tied down so that I do not hurt anyone. There have been two terrible, terrifying, traumatizing... instances. Times when I haven't been tied down enough. Times when the other me got loose and... did bad things. Nightmare starters every week. On those days when there's a special moon and I need to get tied up, I skip a few days of school. That's why my grades are... iffy. Can't really go up to your teachers and say, "Good morning Mrs. Grandall! Sorry about taking 3 days off, I had to get tied up in the middle of the woods so I wouldn't become a rampaging werewolf! No big!" So my teachers view me as a lazy slacker who loves to play hookie, and it doesn't look good on my resume. But I was never planning on going to college. Any way, 12:09 on a Tuesday morning. Late for school. I entered the living room and slung my backpack over my shoulder while grabbing a granola bar for breakfast. I chewed and slipped on my grey converse shoes at the same time. I didn't turn on any lights, for the sun shone through a window that lit the room up comfortably. Once my second shoe was on I was out of the front door and sprinting to school. I was always healthy, and I suppose I'm muscular, but I'm a fast runner. And apparently I have allot of endurance, because I didn't stop sprinting down the 4 blocks to high school until I got there. I'm a junior at Glass High School, and man am I popular. In the bad way. People stray from me when I walk down the halls and sometimes my friends pretend they don't know me. That's generally when I decide their not a true friend. And I don't really have friends, just people that talk to me and don't think I'm a terrible person. When I walked into history class (my second period) Mr. Sadmund stopped for a second to look at me and said I was late to class. No shit sherlock. I made my way to the middle of the room and everyone just stared at me, except the gossip group in the back that was whispering. Everyone just silently watched me sit down. Then Mr. Sadmund took a deep breath and broke the silence by continuing his speech on how we prepared for World War 2. He passed out 2 sheets of questions and page numbers and asked me to turn in my homework from yesterday. A few minutes of people whispering about me passed and the bell rang to go to third period. The rest of the day was like this, people wondering where I was and lots of homework. At lunch I just sat next to my 'friends' and silently listened to them argue about which hockey team is the best. At the end of the day, I stopped by my first period to get my homework, but my first period teacher, Mrs. Bridges, was determined to find out why I was late. "Where were you this morning?" said old Mrs. Bridges.

"In bed. I overslept. Sorry mam'."

"You can't keep skipping my class, Azure. Do you need tutoring after school?"

I considered the thought. It would help, but I needed to do my homework while the sun was out, so I could travel to the library or the school if I needed to. Tutoring would take up those precious sunlight hours. I couldn't travel at night. "I'm afraid I can't attend tutoring, Mrs. Bridges. Sorry"

"Than just try to attend my classes, Azure." Mrs. Bridges said, sighing. You think I'm not trying? I was ready to tell her how unfair my life was. But I couldn't. "Yes, mam'" I said leaving.

"I hope you've learned a lesson today!" She called out, behind me. I've learned something, alright. Being a werewolf sucks. But I already knew that.