It's almost the night of the full moon, it's exactly 5:30 so I have around 30 minutes to get ready, that's good. "Let's see," I check my extra large notebook I found on the floor at school. It has blue polka dots, and a white background with a matte plastic piece on top of it. Chains? I check in my blue sports bag. Check. Water? Again, I glance over to my bag. Check. This went on for about 5 minutes of me double and triple checking everything, as I couldn't afford to forget anything.

Finally, when I had concluded that I had everything, I set out into the woods. My hope is to find a cave or huge tree. I think to myself. I wander a bit farther. Still, nothing. I turn into wolf mode and run. I finally find a humble cave just waiting to be taken and used by me.

The full moon came and went quite quickly. It just swooped right past. I really kept in control as best as I could. And my best was the best I've ever been in control. The only problem I had was when I smelled a person I almost broke my chains. But good thing I put them on my feet and hands (also my neck) so when I turned into wolf mode they were around my paws. I'm proud of myself. Even with the necklace I wasn't in as good control. I wonder why.

The day was a usual day. I fought with my mom and went up to my room. We fight a lot. It's a normal thing for me and my mom now. Which is upsetting. I really wish we had a stronger bond..
Maybe someday I will feel confident enough to tell her about my wolf side. My cannibal side. The truth is, even though we fight a lot, I love my mom. And I don't want anything, anything, bad to happen to her.

It was right when I got home that I heard the bad news, my mom was in a car crash and she was in critical condition.