After my horrible weekend, I was back in high school. Yuppie…..

Even worse, my math teacher, Mr.Donaldson, dropped a math quiz on my desk.

Oh, come on! Seriously?

Mr.Donaldson never told us he was giving us a pop quiz last week! How totally bogus!

I only worked on my homework without studying for a math quiz. Like, how was I supposed to know?

I think Mr. Donaldson totally wanted to make us suffer for apparently no reason. Maybe because his job was so freaking boring, watching our faces cringe was the best enjoyment in his life. The best life I could give him was my foot up his ass!

Sigh….. Too bad he was my teacher.

“Okay, class!” Mr. Donaldson sat down behind his desk. “You have five minutes to finish your quiz.”

What? Was he totally for real?

No fair! No fair!

He was totally lucky for being my teacher. If I sucker-punched his face, hello detention!

I picked up my pencil and stared at the paper.

Really? More functions and equations?

Why did we need to solve this crap? This stupid quiz wasn’t on my agenda!

I could barely pass addition, subtraction, and multiplication, but this was totally ridiculous!

I raised my hand. “Mr. Donaldson!”

My teacher removed his glasses and narrowed his eyes toward me. “Yes, Ms. Tumbleague?”

I placed my hand down. “You didn’t tell us about this quiz!”

“Is that a problem?”

“Like-yeah! You totally didn’t tell us about the quiz before! How was I supposed to study when I wasn’t aware of it?”

Mr. Donaldson leaned over his desk with his eyes shooting daggers at me. “Well then, Ms. Tumbleague. Do you know what happens when you are not prepared?”

Geez, his look was making my skin crawl. Something wasn’t normal about him. “Eh…….. no.”

“You get eaten!”

Before my eyes, Mr.Donaldson pulled his skin off his face. Instead of meat and muscles, he has a wolf head with burning yellow eyes and sharp fangs, covered in drool.

As he growled, I wanted to get up and run out of the classroom quickly. But I felt like my butt glued to my seat. All I could do was shake my entire body while my skin turned cold.

Mr.Donaldson climbed onto his desk and howled. “I guess you are not prepared for this!”

I finally screamed when the werewolf jumped toward me, then-

*****

I caught a breath, blinking at a superstar poster on the ceiling in a familiar sight.

Oh, thank god! I'm back home.

My rapid heartbeat slowed. I sucked in a long breath and with a steady release, wiggling my body and soul-deep into thick pink bed covers.

It was a dream….. A totally messed up dream!

Now awake, my real memories returned to me.

Back at the hospital, nobody understood why I healed so totally fast. But they let me go home early without a fuss.

Thank god I was back in my comfort zone….. Before that totally disturbing dream.

God! I must have eaten too much fried chicken last night. Worse, I could have gas that would totally melt my house down. What a second nightmare that would be!

Before I close my eyes, my freaking alarm clock beeped.

Uggggh! What now!?

I cracked my neck and picked up my clock, checking the time. That was when my mouth totally dropped. “Oh, my god! I am late!”

It was at nine o’clock AM. Totally late-O for school! Even my bus probably left.

God, that freaking nightmare ruined my morning! But I had no time to lose!

I jumped off my bed and dashed into the bathroom. Although I took a shower last night, I needed a double one to wash off my stinky sweat. Goodness, I smelled like overused gym shorts!

After the shower, I dried myself off, blew my hair, and brushed my teeth. No time for makeup, so red lipstick had to do.

Back in my bedroom, I put on my white shirt and skinny pink shorts. After putting on my white sneakers, I grabbed my backpack and dashed out through the door.

No time for breakfast! Gotta move! Gotta move!

Downstairs, I looked around, not seeing my dad around.

Damn! He must have left for work already. I totally needed him to drive me to school. Guessed I'm totally on my own…..

Outside, I stopped on the sidewalk and looked around for the public bus. It was my only ride to school.

On the other side of the street was an orange cat, licking its paws. When the pussy gazed at me, a sudden jolt vibrated through my blood.

I dropped to my hands and feet, then growled at the cat with my teeth together. Then I sprinted, barking like a dog.

The cat took off down the sidewalk while I chased it, barking and running on all fours.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr! I totally wanted to rip that cat apart!

But the little bastard climbed up a tree and stood on the branch. I tried climbing up, but my fingers slid down the tree bark. I tried again and again, scratching the bark. But my nails weren't sharp enough to reach the damn cat.

I barked and scratched ferociously until I noticed an old man stared at me, holding his water hose over the grass. His face was giving me the 'What the heck' look, and he doesn't seem concerned about his running water.

Huh?

I snapped out of my strange trance by blinking my eyes. I got up and found dirt covering my nails.

Oh no! Not my beautiful nails!

I didn't have time for a quick makeover! And what the hell came over me? I hate cats, but I never chased them like a dog before.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! No time to waste!

"Sorry!" I waved to the old man and dashed off his lawn.

Running to school should be my priority!

*****

While strolling through downtown, I still couldn’t find a freaking public bus. Geez, why did my daddy left so early?

On my wristwatch, the time was 9:30 am.

Damn! This was getting totally annoying!

God, I wished I could call a taxi. But with only two dollars for one bus ride, I wouldn’t make it to one block. Why couldn’t my dad let me drive?

Across the street, a car suddenly stopped in front of me. Crap! That totally jump-started my heart!

“Hey!” the driver shouted, “Get out of the way!”

I glared at the driver and barked like a dog.

The driver continued honking. “Did you hear me? Get off the street!”

I kept barking until the car drove past me.

“Crazy stupid girl!” the driver shouted.

After my brain snapped back to existence, I rushed to the other side of the street, into a park in front of the courthouse. God, what was wrong with me? I just needed to keep moving.

The park was only a big open green field with a few bushes and one tree. Usually, a good place where families hangout for picnics and other social activities.

Near the sidewalk, a boy threw a frisbee into the air. His dog sprinted after it and jumped to catch the frisbee. The dog landed and carried the frisbee back to the boy.

How cute!

When the boy tossed the frisbee, I dashed for it. I leaped over the dog and caught the frisbee with my mouth before I landed on all fours.

Mmmmmmmh! How chewy!

“Hey!” The boy ran up to me as I chewed on his frisbee.“That doesn’t belong to you. Give it back.”

No! My frisbee! Mine!

"Give it back!"

To give him my point, I growled, flashing my teeth. My growl was so sharp. The boy wet his pants and ran off crying. “Mom!”

Heeheehee! I showed him!

I continued to chew on the frisbee until I sniffed barbecue roasted meat, watering my mouth. On the street, a lunch truck drove by the park, leaving a trail of the delicious barbecue smell.

Yummy!

I dropped the frisbee and dashed to the street after the truck.

My stomach growled, begging me to get a good bite of meat.

In the middle of an intersection, a blue car slammed into me, hitting my head. I landed on the sidewalk after the car stopped.

“Ouch!” I cried.

The driver quickly hopped out. “Are you okay?”

I got up while rubbing my forehead. I couldn’t remember why I ran. Something to do with a smell I guessed, but it kept fading in and out from my head.

“Are you okay?” the driver shouted again.

I checked myself. No scratches or bruises. Not even my bones cracked. How odd. “I think so.”

The driver sighed. “Thank god…..”

“Can you please give me a ride to school?” I asked, giving him my puppy eyes. “I am late for school.”

The driver smiled. “Sure."

He better give me a ride. That scared look on his face told me he didn't want to get sued. He was lucky I didn't have a lawyer.