Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“The alpha wolf is the leader of the pack, the beta wolves tend to be the mates, or secondary wolves, they are second in command so to speak The omega wolves are the bottom of the pack, there are more of them and they answer to the alpha and beta wolves, they are the rookies or runts of the pack.“

At first it was so much fun, it was literally my dream coming true, then again when you see a super hero movie, the discover their powers and have fun before it goes crap. We’ve all seen it in books or films, and we’ve all wanted to be that super hero, then at some point you also realise the stress and so on, but we all think the same thing, “I could handle it, it wouldn’t be that bad for me, I’d be fine with all that, it’d be easy”. Well I thought the same thing when watching super hero’s on tv, and never stopped to think about what happens in the movies when it happened to me, as all films say, “But that only happened in the movies” but that’s where they’re wrong, most times, it’s like real life, too much like real life. My nickname was Wolfie, my real name is Jake, now it’s the other way round, my nickname is Jake, and my real name is Wolfie. This is my story.

“Hey Jake, ‘sup man?”
“’Sup Eth”

Ethan was my best friend back then, he turned out to be like everybody else, then again, if I was him, I would’ve done the same thing.

“Where’s Aiden today?” I asked.
“Not seen him yet, he doesn’t get in ‘till about half past anyway”

Aiden was my other friend, we three were a group, no more people, not that anyone would want to hang with us anyway, we weren’t nerds, we weren’t popular, we were just there, it’s like we just existed there.

“Dude? C’mon dude, hello? Jake?”
“What? Yeah, sorry, I was out of it then” I snapped out of my thoughts
“Well hurry up, if you’re late for form one more time this week, you’re in detention again”
“And I’ll not turn up. Again”
“And your parents will ground you and you won’t be able to come out and you’ll be sat in your room on your own bored to death thinking about how you came to skipping a detention until you went crazy and ate your own foot”
“Why are we even friends?”
“Because you would be lost without me, c’mon, let’s go”

Me and my friends are basically strange, well, not strange, just random, very random. To other people we’re just weird, but we never really cared what other people think, that’s why I loved hanging with them, we could have fun without caring with people thought, you saw groups of people sat there bored to death not doing anything because they worried. They had a right to worry though, we didn’t worry, and no one ever wants to even talk to us because we’re weird, that’s what not caring does. It’s still better than being stuck bored all day though.