I kidnapped a werewolf

I kidnapped a werewolf

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You know the stories about the werewolf kidnaping a human? Well here's a twist instead of poor old human-Jessie being kidnapped it's exavier-werewolf! Here's a sneak peek! ----------------------------------------------- Oh my gosh Om gosh oma gosh! Werewolf... There is a werewolf on my bed. Ha my mom and dad didn't believe me when I said that there was such thing as werewolves ha look at me know! Yah! like They'd would believe me if I said that. I turned and looked at the half morph wolf on my bed staring at me. "hi!" I said feeling stupid. Hi? is that all I can say is hi I freaked kidnapped a werewolf and all I say is HI!?! I turned to the wolf again. I realized my mistake once I saw the were wolf charging right at me. "SHIT" I said looking at the wolf on top of me. It shifted back to it's human form. It opened it's mouth and started to talk! "How dare you a huma-" bang I Hit the werewolf and I looked at the pan in my hand. How the fuck did this even get in here!?! I looked at the werewolf. My eyes went wide! Shit I knocked it out!!!
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Hell Hall

High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.

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