My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
The summer holidays

The sunshine from the east welcomed my morning. I opened my eyes slowly. Lazy Rasah immediately approached me, to raise my head to see the clock on the table alone become something heavy for me. I took a deep breath and breathed it out quickly. I forced myself to get out of bed, walk slowly to the window. I opened the window door, letting all the cold mountain air fill every corner of the room. Again I breathe this fresh air deeply. I held it for a while in my lungs and then I exhaled slowly.

I stretched my body, eliminating the aching feeling that attacked. I let my whole body bathe in the soft sunlight. The slightly foggy view has now gradually disappeared. The green forest is in front of the eyes. The chirping of birds was heard in the wind up to the ears. I haven't felt this peaceful atmosphere in a long time. A few days ago I usually woke up with fear and trembling. Margaret constantly met me in dreams. I really have no memory of that promise.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

I was shocked by the sound of a knock on the door. I looked at the door, watching it from where I was standing. No more sounds heard. Weirdo? I'm waiting to go back, maybe the sound of that knock will appear again. And sure enough his voice again sounded in unison with the voice of the call from my mother. I breathed a sigh of relief. I approached the door and opened it.

"You awake? I thought you were still sleeping so didn't mean to bother me."

"I've woken up since then" I turned around and sat in my bed.

"How did you sleep?" ask mom to know.

"Very peaceful" that's all I can say.

"Is there anything familiar you feel here?" ask mom a little weird.

I looked at Mom's face, found out what she was in. "none. Why?"

"Ah, no. I just want to ask, do you want to go around for a while around the inn? Maybe you're bored," I turned my eyes. His face looked disappointed at the answer I gave.

I raise my eyebrows. "Why did mom ask? Of course I want to."

We left the hotel after breakfast. Our leaf-filled walkway is a leisurely walk. On the left and right side there is only a wilderness. Sunlight enters through the sidelines of leaves that are still lush. Every step I take on this path is like carrying old memories. I feel no stranger to this place. The sound of the leaves being blown by the wind was exactly the same, if not mistaken... I stopped for a moment, focusing my hearing.

"What's Rin?" ask the mother who stopped.

The sound of water was clearly heard. "Is there a waterfall around here?" ask me then.

"You know?!" I was a little surprised and looked at my father. It confused me.

"The voice is clear" I said making my father sigh.

"Not far away," father continued his leisure path.

We rested for a while on the rocks while pounding our feet in the cold river water. One thing that should not be missed is taking pictures. I looked at my watch, it didn't feel like it was almost 10 in the afternoon. I'm going to walk around a little bit alone before lunch. I waded through the river while occasionally seeing fish swimming.

Into the river at a glance I felt the reflection of light. I searched the riverbed, looking for that flash of light. There aren't. The feeling of coming here again, as if I was looking for something and the reflection of the light was visible here but the time was different. The road I was walking on was not yet covered in leaves. The trees are more lush than now and the atmosphere is more crowded.

I put that aside and continued my journey through the uphill forest. I don't know where I'm going, I'm just following my feelings. Tampa allegedly I arrived somewhere that this time was really not foreign. This place is in my memory... Last summer. And right in front of me was a steep ravine with huge rocks underneath it when I looked down at it.

The valley unfolds in front of the red yellow leaves next to the greenery of the grass. The flowing river looked like threads extending from where I stood. The wind blew hard to make my hair as if it was pulled back. I corrected the hair covering my face. As I stood on the edge of the cliff and started to look down, there was a single flash coming through my head. Suddenly I retreated instantly with a breath of breath.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

This summer break our classes and two other classes hold tourism to the same place. It was unexpected. There is no initial agreement of the three classes wanting a vacation to the mountains. Suddenly the bus alternated entering the inn area. My first class thought it was a bus from another school. E, it turns out the next class. And coincidentally that class was Nicoles' class. Wait if Nic's class means Lisa's there, too. Not long after coming again one bus stopped at the inn parking lot. The initial estimate came back to our heads. It's unlikely to be from the same school again, but the truth is. The bus was from the class of the twins.

A suspicion arose in my mind. There's no way this is just a coincidence. When I asked, it was Sofia, Nic, Kevin and Evan. They deliberately proposed traveling in the same place to other knowledge. Somehow they convinced all the murits in the class to take their advice. Which irritates me, why am I not aware of this plan either!

Because our members are increasing. The school responsible consisting of the homeroom each held a game of exploration. We are free to form our own group of 4 to 8 people. After submitting the list of group names, we were given first approval. Each group gets a different clue. By solving the puzzle, you can find the next clue that has been scattered in the forest. To ensure the safety of the students not to get lost, everyone is given an SOS beacon. If there is a problem such as being in danger, getting lost or whatever it is they can signal to others.

The brownish paper rolled neatly with purple tape has now been opened. There is a puzzle consisting of three sentences. We have to solve this puzzle to get our next clue. The faster the puzzle is solved, the faster the prize awaits at the end of the game. The guess is...

"IT'S NOT STUFFED, IT'S NEVER EXHAUSTED, BUT I'M ALWAYS SPILLED."

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