• A very good friend taught me a lesson.
    I still remember it to this day, even though this story takes place a long time ago ; in high school. My good friend wasn't very wise, and he wasn't very mature either. But if there is ONE thing I learned from him, it would be that you should
    NEVER, EVER, IN-YOUR-LIFE mess with a psychotic werewolf.


    Part One: Jared

    Mr. Roberto rapped his ruler against the blackboard to get our attention. Chairs and desks made scraping sounds against the floor as we all rushed to get back to our seats. After a couple minutes of pacing up in down with his arms crossed, Mr. Roberto made a 'come here' motion with his hand, and from the back of the classroom, one student rose and made his way to the front. He turned to face the class, and Mr. Roberto placed his hand on the boys shoulder. "Class, we have a new student. Please treat him kindly and with respect." The boy was strange to look at. He was small, yet muscular. He was blonde, with big, brown doe-eyes and a pale complexion. The boy's nostrils flared, and he wore a terrified look. He was wearing simple jeans and a grey t-shirt. "Hi." the boy whispered. Some of the students near the back of the classroom complained that they couldn't hear him, but quieted down when Mr. Roberto threw them 'the look'. The boy looked up at Mr. Roberta for reassurance, then glared at the clock on the back wall. " I'm Jared. Pleased to meet you." Some of the girls giggled, and the buzzer went off on my phone. Jared was just talking about himself, so I pulled it out of my pocket, and read the text under my desk. "He's wierd. " read the text. I looked over at my best friend David, who rolled his eyes and went back to texting on his phone. " I think I'm gonna mess with him at lunch." he texted me. " I shook my head frantically, and David laughed. Mr. Roberto rapped his ruler against my desk, and I jumped. "Matt, David, is there some sort of private joke you would like to share with the class?" I shook my head no, but David cleared his throat and stood up. " Actually, yes. " he ran his fingers through hiss hair and snickered. "Why did the chicken cross the road?" he cried haughtily, and the whole class burst into laughter. I stood up and clapped. Mr. Roberto was turning red, and Jared was giving me the evil eye. Mr. Roberto pointed to David, and then me, and then the door. We obediently trudged to the door, and sat down in the hallway until lunch. During lunch, no one moved. No one ate, either. We were all watching Jared scarf down a whole turkey leg, a can of coke, some cole slaw, a can of vienna sausages, a doughnut and a box of jellybeans. "What a pig." a girl named Sennia whispered to me. On my other side, David was digging through his lunch box. He came up with a whole pack of Warheads. "Now's my chance." he whispered, as giddy as a schoolgirl. He walked up to Jared and handed him the bag of Warheads. 'He's trying to make him look like a pig.' I thought, and snickered. " I feel so sorry about what happened earlier." Jared looked up, as if coming out of a daze, and nodded. "It's okay, man." He smiled a big, toothy grin, and ripped open the package of Warheads. He downed them all in one gulp. The whole cafeteria burst into giggles, and Jared looked up at David with glaring eyes and a hateful frown. David suddenly looked uncomfortable, and backed away quickly. Jared rushed out of the room, leaving his lunch behind.

    To be continued...