When I opened the door to my room, I
automatically screamed when I saw who, or should I say what, was on my bed. I
hadn’t seen anything like it in all my years.
The thing on my bed was maybe 7 feet
tall, hairy all over (brown hair-in places you don’t want hair on too!) and,
God he smelled! He smelled like chicken gas in a muddy hole! It was the most
terrible part, he smelled like a chicken farm and a pig farm put together. He
had a human figure dispite his… appearance. Then he spoke to me.
“Hello, my name is Gratinarld. I am
the one who turned you into a werewolf. Don’t tell your friend I’m talking to
you.”His last sentence sacred me. Why shouldn’t I tell him? “Because it’ll tear
him up.” He said that like Elijah was a tiny paper toy, which he definitely isn’t.
“Fine. What are you doing in my
bedroom?’ I had to bite my tongue from cusing and cursing. Damn, it was hard.
To tell you about Nathan Hawbaker. He replied in my mind. Why?
What happened to Nate? I
asked curiously to Gratinarld. Oh great,
He may answer horridly.
Nathan was attacked by another werewolf at the baseball
practice. He’s been missing ever since then. Oh God, I should’ve listened to Elijah. He’ll be heartbroken when he finds
out what happened. Poor Nate is either a werewolf or dead. Dead? No, he can’t
be dead, he’d live, just like I did, and Elijah did, right?
Elizabeth, there’s no need to worry, Elijah knows. His mother
came home crying. He doesn’t know the details. Nathan is alive, but barely. He
needs your help. I would’ve talked to Elijah, but he’s in no fit state to do
what must done. Nathan is on the verge of death, only you can save him. Woah, a lot to think about, eh?