"So, what are you doint this afternoon, Lia?" My best friend, Megan asked as she leaned casually against the locker beside mine, waiting for me to finish getting the books I needed for my homework.

I closed my locker and sighed. “Oh, just the usual: homework; run through the woods; dinner; shower and bed.”

Megan rolled her eyes. “Why do you always go through the woods? You don‘t know what‘s out there. Could be wolves, lions, tigers, and even bears!” She shuddered quietly.

I laughed as I shouldered my heavy backpack. “I doubt there are lions, bears, or tigers out there. But you aren‘t wrong about the wolves.”

We start walking towards the front doors of the high school. Megan smacked on her strawberry flavored gum as she walked beside me. She always smelt like strawberry and yogurt--probably because every morning she ate "just-plain-yogurt-and-nothing-else."

“I‘ll just stick with having dogs as pets,” Megan snorted. “Rosco is WAY better than a wild, scary wolf.”

"Megan?" I asked carefully.

"Yeah, Lia?" she answered slowly.

i cleared my throat. "You. . . do know that Rosco is a chihuahua, right?"

"Um-No," Megan said matter-of-factly as we walked down the steps. “No,” she continued. “It is not a same difference. He is special! And . . . ,” she searched for the right word. “Unique.”

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"Quite."

"He's my baby!" She exclaimed, ignoring the heads that turned to stare.

"He's a mutt!"

Megan gasped. “For the record, he is not a mutt, he‘s a chiweenie, and he is beautiful in his own . . . Amazing way,” she said pridefully.

I squinted at my best friend. “Do . . . Do you have tears in your eyes . . .?”

“What? No!” But she scrubbed her eyes furiously anyway, blinking furiously. “I don‘t cry.”

I rolled my eyes so she could see. “Whatever. I‘m going home. You can go cuddle with your mu- I mean 'unique baby,'” I quoted.

Megan waved, thankfully not catching my little slip and not starting a whole new argument. “K, see you toworrow! And be careful--I wouldn‘t want you to be eaten by a wolf!”

I sighed quietly to myself as she drove away. Sometimes I wondered how we were even friends when we were so different from each other. 

She had moved into my small town of Beverly in first grade. Our teacher had assigned me to help her settle in because it had been the middle of the school year. We had instantly become friends and were inseparable. We had sleep-overs, we studied together and we even shared secrets together.

But there was one secret that I had never shared with my best friend of about 9 years. 

One that I never shared with anyone.

It was a secret that most people considered a myth. My mom didn‘t even gave a clue to my secret either.

My secret already endangered my life.

But if someone found out--I didn‘t want to know what would happen.

I‘m not sure if you have caught on this or not, but I‘m not a normal girl who had straight A‘s in classes.

I am a werewolf.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Thank you for reading, i know its short but as the story progresses, it will get longer, i promise. i hope you guys like it adn if u see anything that needs fixing, throw me a comment.

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