Days have went by and my condition has not changed whatsoever! It's gotten to the point where I am staying home from school and having Mary bring me my homework. My parents said this would happen but they didn't tell me it would be excruciating. For the first six days after the first symptoms they have kept me to my room.

To help me transition better mom and dad have moved me into their den so if I do transform they can keep me locked away until it ends. Not the best move because there is no toilet and no windows. They have put me in a dark, and enclosed prison, and it isn't helping me.

Some days I've shouted to be let free but I know it's frivolous to even try. Mom and dad know what's best for me right now, but I want to be with Mary and James. It just isn't right. That is until the eleventh night I spent down in the basement. It happened.

I don't know how long it took but I know that it felt wonderful and I felt powerful. All night long I spent my time running in circles and howling like what mom and dad do on full moons. That night was simply one of the best I had ever had.

The next morning my dad was the first face I had seen since they kept me down in the basement and I ran to him and hugged him. He hugged back and chuckled, and I'm fairly certain he muttered something to the effect of,"It's okay Sadey, it's okay."

Then there was talk about trying to explain to Mrs. Sickles why I was gone for so long. My parents said they had already taken care of that, saying they told her I had a stomach bug and was puking up everywhere. It brought on a round of small giggles and they handed me my bag with all the homework I had missed so I could hurry to school.