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How I loath this subject, they always pick out the worse bits and make sure they rub the history of my people in my face; they always seem to enjoy talking about my people and kind in this manner, as if we are nothing but savage beasts that should be kept away from others, I hate my history lessons.

I don't hate history because it seemed boring and old I actually it found very interesting. Except when it came to this subject, the subject that always made my life a little harder from the time we are told and learn about it, it was the subject I knew more about than the fur teaching me and my classmates. I could give a better and more enlightened view of my people about what we have done in the world but no they stick me in front of some fur that only has one view and a narrow minded opinion of me and my kind - the history of werewolves - and I'm not even a true werewolf.

Oh, how rood of me I have not introduced myself, well my name is Jack Laang, I am 19 and I am a werewolf but I am actually part of a rare subspecies of werewolves that are called Sawaykoos (Sa-Way-Koo) and we are nothing like werewolves apart from the fact that we look similar when we are in our were-forms, we are a little smaller, we have individual marking and we have a greater knowledge of magic and the ancient arts. And to top it off i am one of the last Sawaykoos. Not only that I'm also a human in a world of furs, and don't even get the history teachers started on the history on humans. Oh how I hate these lessons.

As I was saying, I'm a Sawaykoo, I'm 19, I have blond, wavy longish hair, a little chubby (but i don't care), I was born in the UK but moved to the USA when i was 18 and had enough money to support myself by selling some of my art.

And bored out of my skull, I have given up trying to correct and inform the teachers about my kind's history because it usually ends in detention and angry voices, so i just sit and wait for the bell to signal the end of the day and the end of the week at this hell hole they call school.

The bell rang, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I was free to do what i have been doing for the past month on a Friday, i collected my things and waited for the rest of the mob to leave so I could make my way out without drawing too much attention to myself but before I was able to leave I had to go through one more test of my strength.

"Mr. Laang could you please see me for a moment?" The old fruit bat said as she looked over her notes, i turned to make my way to her cluttered desk.

"Mr. Laang i am very surprised you did not seem to be taking an interest in your people's history, it would have made the lesson much more interesting if you would have helped explain and participated with the lesson"

'You evil old bat!' I thought to myself, if I had tried she would have most definitely had a go about me interrupting and saying that I was calling her a liar, which she was.

"Mrs. Thompson i see no point in trying to educate others, as what i would say would only fall on deaf ears and closed minds and if you don't mind i must leave for an important appointment, have a nice weekend and see you next Friday" and with that said I left the class room leaving the old bat fuming as she had failed in her attempt to rile me.

As I continue down the sidewalk to my destination I did not fail to notice the looks and whispering that was directed to me, werewolves where not common but they where known in the area but the fact that I am a human causes more trouble for me as we are somewhat different from a normal fur and not normally seen as we are becoming rarer and rarer. I continued to walk stopping every now and then to look or buy something I needed; I was carrying my school bag and a bag that held a spare set of clothes as I was spending the night at my destination, as I rounded the corner a sign came into view saying the name of my destination "Welcome to Freshwater Hospital and Cancer Treatment Center".

"Oh joy" I said as walked past the sign, heading for one of the many entrances.

I may be a werewolf and I may be skilled in magic but that does not mean that I am immortal, yes we live longer and heal faster but we are still flesh and blood, but most furs don't understand this, mainly those of my age.

It made me wonder in that in this age of science and magic the most effective way to fight cancer is to be given a poison that will hopefully kill the cancer before it kills you. God I hate chemo. But to be honest it was the only time of the week I could feel safe and happy that I would be treated as normally as possible for someone like me.

"Good after noon Judy, I'm hear from my 6 o'clock" I greeted the nurse. She was a lovely tigress, she always had an infectious smile and a heart warming voice.

"Hello Jack. I will let Dr. Rogers know, how are you feeling today" she asked in a way that made me feel safe and calm.

"A little groggy and tried but i think that is due to school and life in general" a replied.

"Well just look after yourself OK. Go ahead and take a seat Dr. Rogers should be here soon" I gave her a warm smile and turned to take a seat and wait.

"Oh Jack I all most forgot but you need to fill this out so that we know who to contact if something happens, you know like your mum and dad, a brother or sister or a good friend" she said as she held a out a small form. I let out a small sigh, i had been trying to avoid this for a long time but I guess I will have to bite the bullet.

"I'm sorry there is no one i can think of, my mother and father are both dead and I have no brothers or sisters and very few friends, so sorry I can't" she just sat there looking at me, i could see she was upset.

"Oh Jack I'm so sorry..... But it has to be filled out for the books if you know what I mean, are you sure there isn't anyone?" i had think but there was only one furson I could think of.

"There is one furson his name is Richard Mathuse" I gave her his address and contact information.

"One more thing what's your connection with him? "

"He's my god-father" I said.

she had a confused look on her face and said "I think I know that name hm isn't he the principle of Freshwater high school?"

"Yes, he is."

"I thought so, my son goes there. Do you know him? His name's Alex."

That name made me tense up. He was one of the ring leading furs that would make life a living hell at that hole of a school.

"Judging by your reaction you do, looks I am going to have a word with him!" she had a very sour look.

"Please don't, I don't want to course any trouble" I say.

"Don't worry about that, he has had it coming for a while now anyway. Um, Jack does anyone outside of this building know you've got cancer" she inquired with a very concerned look.

"No, there is no one to tell. Don't worry about me I can look after myself, considering what I am."

She still looked worried. She moved the form to the side, leaned over counter and hugged me tightly. It was the first time anyone had done that since my parents died 9 years ago.

"Thank you i had almost forgotten what a hug was, I should let you get back to work, thank you Judy" I quickly turned and found a seat trying to fight the tears. Oh, I how I missed them.

I didn't have to wait long for Dr. Rogers, he and I greeted one another and I followed him to the room I would be spending the night in. I went to the bathroom and got changed into some baggy sweat pants and a comfy t-shirt and met the doctor in the room.

"So Jack how are you doing" he asked.

He was a nice leopard, he always talked to me not at me and would listen to whatever I said. Though he was a little jumpy around me the first time we met but he seemed to calm down after awhile, as I had not changed into a raging beast after he started sticking needles in me but i also explained that if I did change I would not harm him or anyone.

"I'm OK I guess, a little tired and sore but i think that is just me and stress of being me" I shrugged my shoulders as he gave a small chuckle.

"OK I'm going to have to give you a bigger dose because we have found that you are able to heal and break the chemicals down faster than the average fur, but the lung cancer does seem to be responding to the treatment but it is still to early to tell."

"So how long do I have to keep having the treatments, and if the doses are higher will the effects be greater?" I had hoped this would just go away as soon as possible but it seemed to be dragging out and getting harder for me to bare.

"I'm sorry but you will need about 3 or 4 more sessions and yes the effects will be greater and that's why we want you to keep you in until Sunday afternoon just to make sure you are strong enough to go home." I could feel the water collecting around my eyes, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"so let's get started, the sooner it's done the sooner it ends and anyway I don't have anything to do this weekend apart from school work" he stood and gave me a long look as if he was trying to find something to say but found nothing. So I stretched out my left arm ready for him to connect the clips, needles and other tubes to my arm.

After everything was connected and turned on he turned to me and just looked into my eyes.

"I'm sorry Jack, it must be hard on you"

"Don't be sorry it's not your fault and don't worry about me I can cope" I tried to keep my voice straight and calm with a soft smile. He walked to the door and opened it.

"I will see you in a couple of hours and i will get the nurses to check in on you every now and then OK?" his voice was failing him as he tried to stay normal.

"Thank you very much Dr. Rogers" he gave me a small nod and walked out the doors heading to the nurses' station. I just put my head in my free hand and just let the tears fall, not a sound passed my lips but still the tears fell.

The hours came and went, so did the nurses and so did Dr. Rogers, their smiles, their soft words as they came and went did not help. I just sat there thinking about everything and nothing, I started doing my work, reading, writing, checking and checking again.

I was grade A student but that is only because I had nothing better to spend my time on or with, but did find the satisfaction of finishing my work a nice way to relax and ease me into sleep.

I awoke to the sounds of clicking and talking I could not make out what they were saying but knew they were the voices of Judy and Dr. Rogers, I started to move but quickly regretted it.

"Good afternoon Jack, how are you feeling?" Judy asked as she did something with the IV bag and one of the machines, Dr. Rogers was writing something on my patient's sheet at the end of the bed.

"Like I have been run over and left out to dry and what do mean afternoon it must be morning?"

"It's just after 1 o'clock, you have been asleep almost 18 hours and I will see what we can do for the pain. Would you like something to eat or drink?"

"Um I think I'll just have some water thank you" I said as I started to sit up with Judy's help. After she left the room and returned with a glass and jug of water she then left me and Dr. Rogers alone together.

"You seem to be doing better with larger doses than I expected even for someone like you" he said looking up and putting the sheet away.

"Um thank you" I said as I took a small sip of water.

"Um Jack can I ask you a favor? You don't have to if you don't feel like it but it would be a great help" he looked a little nervous.

"Yeah sure, what do you want me to do?" What could I possibly do for him? I did not know much about medicine.

"Well it's for one of my friends, he's an archaeologist and he's writing a paper about the history of magical furs and I thought he might like to talk to you about being a Sawaykoo and your history." I was surprised and happy that someone was actually interested in me and my people.

"yeah sure I would love to" I sat up a little more and smiled.

"That's great! I will give him a call he should be here in about half an hour or so" and with a spring in his step he left the room. I spent the time sorting myself out, brushing my teeth, hair, etc. I did some art to pass the time but also to help me relax as I was still connected to one or two machines.

Dr. Rogers walked in followed by a large wolf who was holding lots of papers and stuff, he looked a little surprised to see me, he sat down in one of the chairs and started rummaging through his papers, I just smiled at them both.

"Hello jack this is Mark he's my ... friend I was telling you about" he gave Mark an odd look and why did he pause before he said friend? I gave mark a little wave and said hello.

"Well I will have to leave you two alone as I have work to do, I will meet you in about 2 or 3 hours time if that's OK Mark?"

"That will be more than enough time Criss, thank you." Dr. Rogers or Criss gave us a small wave and left. Mark turned to me and smiled.

"Hello I take it that your Jack the Sawaykoo?" He stretched is paw out to me, I returned the gesture and shook his paw.

"Yes that's me, nice to meat you.........what?" he was looking a little confused.

"Well it's just that I didn't expect you not to be in your Sawaykoo form."

"Sorry it's just that furs tend to get a little jumpy and scared when I'm in my Sawaykoo form and it does kind of hurt when i change my form."

"Why does it hurt when you change your form?"

"Well because I don't have much to build on i.e. a muzzle, body structure, fur, etc but I can change quite quickly if needed like werewolves can" he seemed to listen and understand what I was saying.

"OK, that makes sense but what confuses me is that you're a human Sawaykoo. Were you born one or were you bitten? The reason I ask is because we have found human and Sawaykoo or werewolves remains together at some of the sites we have found"

"I was born a Sawaykoo in my human form, but I learned how to change form as I grew, my mother was a true Sawaykoo but my father was bitten by my mother, out of love and kindness if I might add, because that is only way to become a Sawaykoo, other being born one and that is one of the major differences between Sawaykoos and Werewolves"

"Interesting very interesting" he had a nice smile on his muzzle as he thought about what I said.

"No just confusing" we both laughed a little but it hurt me so I had to stop quickly.

We continued to talk about the difference between Werewolves and Sawaykoos, from Sawaykoo markings and abilities to the size and strength of werewolves. He showed me some pictures of the dig sites and what they found, I helped translate some of the writings they found and explained what they meant and how to say them. The nurses came and went I gave them each a warm smile and let them carry on with what they needed to do as I was in deep conversation with Mark. The time flew by, we continued to talk but i was becoming tired as the drugs were making sleepy and week and did not even see Dr. Robbers enter room.

"So how are you two doing?" he looked from Mark and then to me with a cheerful smile, he walked over to Mark and was about to do something but stopped and looked at my chart.

"The information I got from Jack is just amazing, he has been a big help. Thank you for letting me talk to him Criss" he walk over to Dr. Rogers and hugged him without thinking and quickly let go and patted him on the back, both of them looking embarrassed.

"So how do you feel Jack?" I could see he was trying to change the subject and move on.

"Tired and a little hungry, but i feel a little better but I think that is just because i have had some company and a good talk" I smiled as I kept my eyes on them seeing what they would do next.

"That's good to hear I'll get one of the nurses to get you something" he was looking at mark as he tidied his papers and notes up.

"Can I as you and Mark a something?"

"Yeah sure what about" they both asked as they looked at me confused.

"How long have you two been going out" I asked with a big grin on my tired face. "Don't worry I won't tell anyone promise!" they just looked at me shocked and stunned. Mark was the first to try and speak.

"H-how......how did you know?"

"By the way you talked about each other and how you acted around one another, don't worry i don't mind in the least love is love" I just looked at them. They were still shocked, I just laughed, smiled and poured myself a glass of water to stop the light coughing from the laughing.

The water did not work and I had a full-blown coughing fit and I started coughing up blood, which kicked Criss to respond and try to help stop the bleeding and coughing. I tried to control my breathing and calm down as I was a little scared. One if the nurses came in to help, they gave me a small injection of something that helped the coughing and the pain, my breathing became easier but I could still taste the blood so i had a small mouthful of water to take the taste away.

"How do you feel Jack" the nurses asked me. I looked up to see that it was Judy.

"Rough" I said in between breaths

"OK you just sit back and I'll get you some more water and some soup" she left the room after giving me a warm smile.

"We shall leave you to get some rest" Mark said as he walked out the door followed by Criss.

"Oh Jack 2 years next month" he said as he walked out the door with Mark and his notes. It took me a second to catch on and I just smiled, i was glad they were happy and in love. I just wished and hoped that I would l have something like that someday.

The soup came and went and so did the rest of that short day. Sunday was a normal hospital day for me, the hum of furs, the beeping of machines and me doing my art and listening to my music trying to relax and not worry. I got changed into my normal cloths and waited for Dr. Rogers to see me, i was feeling better but i still felt very rough but the company and the shear fact that furs treated me with some respect when I was within these walls made feel a little better. it seems that ever since i was diagnosed with lung cancer my life has been getting a little better I'm more confident and feel a little happier but my body has been going downhill fast!

Dr. Rogers came in and gave me the go ahead to leave and that i should take things easy for the next couple of days. I said good bye to Judy, Dr. Rodgers and the rest of staff. I got a taxi to my apartment as it would be a half an hour walk on a healthy day. I walk into my home and breathe a sigh of relief. I busy myself as slowly and painlessly as possible with cleaning, tiding, and making myself a simple supper and getting stuff ready for school and then went to bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep and it was only 7 pm. Boy did feel rough.

My dreams of my child/pup hood where interrupted by a high pitched beeping, i reached over to stop it but I just ended up smashing it into lots of small pieces.

"Damn it, that's the third one this month." The chemo had be taking its toll on my body and mind; I was having trouble controlling my strength and changes because i was tired and stressed most of the time. I slowly got up, cleaned the remains of the evil little machine up and made myself a nice big cup of coffee. I sat down on my nice comfy couch, big mistake because the next thing I knew I had a very hot and wet lap. I stood up too quickly and room started to spin and I came crashing back down onto the couch. It took me a minute or two calm down. I slowly got up and sorted my wet cloths and couch out, muttering the hole time. I got dressed for school and collected my book and my VERY important art folder and left my apartment to spend another day at the hell hole that is Freshwater High school.

I only lived a couple blocks from school but this morning they felt like miles, as I made my way on in to the school i could smell something different, a scent that I knew but I couldn't place it; I may not look like much in my human form but my senses are much, much more sensitive which has severed me well in the past by saving me from a good beating or worse. This scent was familiar but i did not know who it belonged to, I continued to walk down one of the many halls to my next class trying to figure it out until it hit me. It was the scent of a werewolf, if a werewolf was in the school they would know I was in the school for sure. I wanted to follow the scent and find the werewolf but my first class was in the wrong direction so I gave up looking and went to my first class of the day - math.

I continued to think why there might a werewolf in the school, were they a new student, teacher or a rouge werewolf. That last thought worried me but if it was a rouge I would have heard about it or something would have happened by now as werewolves are not known for being very patient.

"Mr. Laang! Will you please pay attention in my class or you will find yourself on the other side of the door!"

"Sorry sir" I said as I sat bolt upright, to the amusement of many furs in the class, Mr. Kaymal continued talking about the complexities of math and stuff, he was an OK teacher, he treated me with a little respect as he was also a little different from most of the furs and also part of the magical community being a griffin.

The lesson continued as normal, things where thrown at me at any time the teacher's back was turned but I had gotten use to it, I was thinking about the werewolf that might be around the school, fortunately the bell rang releasing me to go and look for the werewolf.

"Mr. Laang my I speak with you quickly" Mr. Kaymal asked as he was fishing through his files for something.

'What now?' I thought to myself as I turned around from the door and walked to his desk.

"Yes sir, is everything OK?" He never asked me to stay back after class.

"Yes everything is fine, you are doing well and should get a very good grade, but you seem to be very distracted these past few months, I know it can't be easy moving and living on your own and being .......well different but is everything OK?" He looked concerned which touched me greatly, as none of the other teachers would give me the time of day to talk about myself, but here I am being asked if I was OK? Things are getting strange around here!

"I'm fine thank you, just a little tired but that's life" I replied.

"OK, look after yourself Jack, oh and don't forget next week's quiz!" he said as he turned and went back to rummaging in his files as I left the classroom.

'OK first I smell I werewolf in the school and now a teacher is concerned about me what the hell is going on around here? Had someone seen me go into the hospital or had Judy called the Principle because she was worried about me?'

I continued to think as I walked to my next class, but I quickly made a detour to go to the toilets and take my pain killers and some muscle relaxants before they started to were off.

As I walked out of the toilets to smell the werewolf again, the scent come from the same direction as my next class, as I walked to my next class the scent got stronger and stronger. As I rounded a corner I found myself looking at a very large gray wolf, he stood about a good foot above most of the other students, he was in his soft werewolf form (a smaller and less threatening form than when in a full form). He was standing outside the classroom waiting for the door to open, he saw me and gave me a small nod, I did the same and smiled as I walked past to get in the line for the room. He had obviously known that I was a Sawaykoo and that I knew he was a werewolf.

We entered the classroom and I took my normal seat at the back of the class, the werewolf waited at the front of the class and waited for the teacher a grumpy old deer called Mrs. Jackson to introduce him to the class and find him a seat.

"Well class as you can see we have a new face in our class today and I will let him introduce himself to you" she motioned for him so step forward. He looked a little nervous which was quite funny as werewolves are normally very proud and confident and what's even funnier is the teacher and the rest of the class had not realized that he was a werewolf because he looked just like a normal wolf fur but bigger.

"Hello my name is Daniel Reather, moved here from Canada with my father and I'm a werewolf" he sounded very proud about the fact that he was a werewolf, I just though good on him!

Gasps and muttering erupted from the rest of the class; the look on Mrs. Jackson's face went from warm and friendly too shocked and bitter, he just looked as if it was normal and then looked at me and smiled which I returned.

"I think you should sit next to Jack as you two have so much in common" she stated in a bitter tone.

"Which would be" I asked as she looked at me and then to Daniel, she didn't reply and she started the lesson and just ignored us totally.

I put out my hand and smiled; he smiled back and shook my hand vigorously.

"Hello my names Jack, nice to meet you and sorry about this lot their not very open minded" i said quietly so not to attract too much attention.

"Nice to meet you too and don't worry I'm use to it" he said getting out is stuff out and chuckling "you're the first human werewolf I've met"

"Actually, I'm a Sawaykoo" his jaw dropped and he just looked at me "what's the matter did I say something wrong?"

"No ......... it's just that my father said that Sawaykoos where extinct so I just guessed that you were a werewolf like me" I just sat there looking at him not doing anything "Jack are you OK? I'm sorry if I upset you I didn't mean to" he looked worried.

"Yeah ..... yeah I'm fine just a little shocked that's all, don't worry about it, let's do some work before we get into trouble" I turned and just looked at my work book not doing anything.

The lesson passed slowly but it ended, I just sat there still looking at the same page, I jumped when Daniel put his paw on my shoulder.

"Jack the bell has gone we can go" he still looked worried

"Oh sorry i was miles away" I collect and packed my things "so what do you have next?"

"I'm supposed to have Gym but I'm not allowed because I might hurt some fur. It's so stupid! So I think I'll just go to the library or something, what about you?"

"I meant to have gym as well but I'm going to the art rooms to finish my painting" I said holding up my A2 art folder.

"Sounds like fun can I come?"

"Yeah sure it would be nice to have some company" we walked to the art rooms and found a quiet spot and got sorted out. I found him some paper and pencils, i got my water colors ready and cleaned the table quickly, I pulled out the A3 painting I was doing with water colors but I was doing it in a stippling style, it was murder but I liked the effect.

"Wow that's amazing!" He looked at the painting and then at the photo which i copied it from that was taped to the same piece of board.

"Thank you it's taken me ages to get this far but it's getting there ...... I hope"

"That's a lot of dots! Who are they in the photo? They look like werewolves but they have strange markings" he looked at the photo intensely.

"That's me, my mum and my day we are all in our Sawaykoo forms" I said as I pointed to each of the Sawaykoos in the picture.

My mother was lovingly licking the side of my father's muzzle with her arms around him and me; she was dark gray with a white dot above each eye and a large white dot on the top of each paw. My father was all black with a white stripe that started between his eyes and went over the back of his head and a white stripe going down each arm and leg, when it got to his paw it split off and went down to each claw. I was sitting on my dad's lap, he had one arm around my mother and the other holding me tightly, I was all black with a thin white stripe that started at the top of my nose, eyes and ears they joined around the back of my head, I had the same white markings on my arms and legs as my father.

"Aaaww your cute with your stripes!" he looked very silly

"Um thank you ....... i think" i said blushing.

"My dad said the markings mean something? But I'm not sure what he meant."

"All Sawaykoos have a special ability and the marking relate to that ability, my mother had the gift of sight and touch, my father had the gift of strength and speed and i have the gift of energy" he was listening intently and looking at the picture.

"Wow that's cool! I think my dad would love the meet you and your mum and dad!"

"So would I" I said sadly

"What do you mean" he asked a little hesitantly.

"My mum and dad died 9 years ago; this is the only picture I have of them" his face dropped at my statement.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry i didn't know.............. is that why you went all quiet before?"

"Yeah sorry about that it was a bit of a shock and don't worry it's not your fault you didn't know" he looked worried and embarrassed "so what does your dad do" I asked trying to change the subject to a less awkward topic.

"He works with other magical furs trying to help them and teaching them how to use their gifts safely, he's also apart of the clan of werewolves"

"Sounds like fun what do they?"

"I'm not too sure but I think they manage and help werewolves around the world but I'm not sure."

We talked about our hobbies, our likes and dislikes, and other random things. I didn't get much of my painting done but I had fun, we both had lunch at the same time so we shared our lunches with each other and talked and laughed, which hurt for me but I managed to hide it.

"So what's you next lesson" Daniel asked as he put his lunch box back in his bag.

"I have got art for the rest of the day. what about you?"

"Um, I've got.........."he fished out his time table "I have got math with............. Mr. Kaymal"

"Oh, he's OK, he's a griffin, he can be a little strict but he is fair."

"OK I got to go i don't want to be late, see you after school or tomorrow OK? Nice talking to you jack!" Daniel walked out of the room with a smile.

I went back to my painting and waited for the rest of the class to arrive and start. The art room could happily fit about 20 furs but there were only 13 in the class so there was a lot of room to spread out and to stay out of each others way. The teacher's name was Mr. Finchley he was a stuck up little ferret and wouldn't know art if it bit him on the backside. He would often say that I was doing it all wrong and that I was to slow, considering I made most of my income from my art so I think I knew what I was doing. I did not go to any art school or to any classes I just did what I liked and if was OK I would sell it under a different name because I doubt any fur would buy anything from someone like me.

"I see you made a new friend pinkie" I didn't even have to look to know who it was; he was the only thing I didn't like about my art lessons.

"What do you want Alex? I not in the mood OK" I said as I continued with my work, I could feel him standing behind me with some of his friends.

"I was just wondering when you were going to start sniffing his butt? It's that you beasts do right? Or did you start humping each other like ferals?" the room erupted with laughter.

Boy did he know how to push my buttons. I slowly turned around stood up, my joints started to click and pop and I was getting bigger 'damn I need to control myself' I thought.

"Look you narrow minded fur ball I am not in the mood for you to start making my life harder than it already is OK So just go away and leave me alone that's all i ask!" Before he got a chance to reply Mr. Finchley walked in and greeted the class, Alex and his little group of misfits went and sat at their tables.

The rest of the lesson went smoothly, I was doing well with my painting and should finish in a day or two. The rest of the class hummed with the sound of painting, sketching and the sound of talking as they did their work. I was leaning over my painting and my back was getting a little stiff so sat up and stretched, i gasped as pain exploded into my body.

"Fuck" I cursed myself quietly as I had forgotten to take my pain killers and the rest at lunch, I slowly went over to Mr. Finchley with my pills in my pocket.

"Sir please may I go to the toilet quickly" I asked trying to hide the fact that I was in pain. He just waved me off without even looking at me, i quickly headed to the toilet and took my pills and waited for them to work, which did not take long as i was able break things down and absorb them faster. I made my way to the class room slowly; as I got to my desk something was different.

There was ripped up paper and black acrylic paint, someone had poured paint all-over my painting and ripped up the photo of me ,mother and father and scattered the pieces on the remains of the painting, tears where running down my face as i looked at the small pieces of paper. I heard laughing coming from behind me, I turned to see Alex and his friends wetting themselves.

"YOU DID THIS DIDN'T YOU" I shouted, they stopped quickly. Alex just grinned.

"So what if i did and anyway i think it looks better like that, very postmodern" he just laughed.

The hole room began to vibrate, things were falling off tables and chairs, I slowly started to walk towards him, I could feel my body changing, my teeth getting bigger and sharper, my bones and muscles changing, my eyes changing from the soft blue to a golden black, my clothes were getting tighter as I grew, with each step I got taller and taller, my shoes burst open as my feet changed, my nails changed into claws as my feet and hands grew. I stood only a few feet from him and I had only half changed.

He was cowering in fear, i could see the whites of his eyes, I could smell his fear as he looked at me, and I stood a good 2 feet taller than him.

"That was the only picture i had of my mother and father before they were MURDERED! That was the only thing I had to remember them by. But then why should you care, your nothing but a self centered little prick that likes nothing better than to make others hurt and suffer!" In each of my hands a ball of swirling energy and light had formed giving of an eerie sound and glow, I stepped forward and brought the balls of energy close to him, he flinched and whimpered.

"You're not worth it!" I shook my hands causing the balls of energy to dissipate, I turned and walked back to my desk, I took a deep breath and concentrated changing back. I picked up my bag and walked out.

"Where do you think you are going" Mr. Finchley shouted at me from down the hall, i stopped and turned to look at him.

"Somewhere there isn't any PRICKS LIKE YOU" I shouted at the top of my painful lungs, I could hear doors opening as I continued down the hall.

"JACK" why the hell does that wolf have to stick his muzzle in my business?

"Yes principle" I turn to see my god-father standing in the middle of the hallway.

"What the hell is going on? Why aren't you in class?"

"I'm going my home because I am fed up of being treated like a leper or a rabid dog!"

"What happened? We can talk about this!"

"I have just had the last thing that I had to remember my dead parents by destroyed because some fur though it would be funny! And I am sick and tired of trying to be nice and friendly when all I get is hate and persecution just because I'm different!" I was looking him dead in the eye, my eyes were in their Sawaykoo form staring him down.

"Jack don't talk like that! What would your mother and father say?" he started to walk towards me, he stopped when bared my teeth, i could feel them grow and change.

"I wouldn't know, you knew them longer than I did!" my lunges where on fire, i tried to control my breathing but it wasn't working, he just looked at me as if he was remembering something. I could feel the eyes of others on me as they stared at us from the classrooms.

"Whatever happened to that joy filled little pup i remember?"

"HE DIED THE DAY YOU LEFT ME AT THAT ORPHANAGE!"

"Y-you....you remember......?!" he looked so shocked and stunned almost as if i had hit him.

"OF COURSE I REMEMBER! HOW COULD EVER FORGET THAT FEELING OF REJECTION AND PAIN! YOU WERE ALL THE FAMILY I HAD LEFT!" I started coughing violently, I clutched my chest in a vain attempted to subdue the pain, there was that all too familiar taste and scent of blood as I looked at my hand.

"Jack you're bleeding!" he started to run towards me.

"Since when do you care..................." I turned, the hall started to spin violently and then there was nothing but darkness..........

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I just want to say thank you for reading and the huge thank you to a new and wonderful friend and editor (OMG i have an editor!!) that is Eveser!!