Howl at the Moon
My tawny fur really itched. Boy, was it time to get a haircut.
Yeah, so you’re probably wondering what I’m talking about. Lemme give it to you straight. I’m a werewolf. Like it or not, its a fact.
Here come the screams, whimpers, and disbelief. The “hey you’re crazy man”. I’ve seen it all. Seriously.
So I guessed it was probably best that I keep it to myself. ‘Cept my best buds and family of course. They deserve to know where I go every night.
But it all changed when she came into my life.
So perfect, beautiful, and friendly. She wa sthe sun on the cloudy day of my life.
She seemed to always know where she was going. Never lost. Never disorganized. My mouth fell open and I stared the first time I saw her.
Man, she looked at me like I was crazy and asked if I was ok. She seemed oblivious to all the looks from guys she was getting. She and her friends were probably the best looking girls in the school. But they weren’t snobs. They didn’t even wear makeup.
Jeez, I knew I loved her.