My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Hours of boring lessons

At 21:45 Rosse and I just got home. Huu... Today was quite exhausting. I didn't expect it to be that similar. But I think working like this is fun. Interacting with many people made me forget all the burdens of my mind for a moment. I want to stay here for a long time. Although the work was draining but 10 pm was not my sleep. I still want to watch the show late at night. As usual the horom movie and snack became my friend tonight. Rosse had gone back to the room first, he looked very tired after work.

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I rubbed my eyes when I realized I was still on the couch. The TV was turned off and my body was covered in a blanket. It must be Aunt Marry who did it. Huaaman.... I yawned while moaning my body. My legs felt limp to step back into the room. With my eyes half closed I forced myself to rise up... Suddenly I heard the sound of Aunt Mary's bedroom door opening. Suddenly I lay back hiding behind the sofa pretending to sleep. Footsteps on tiptoes slowly approached, then moved away, then sounded up the stairs. I opened my eyes to see who it was. Ah, it turns out Rosse. He seems to have just finished putting out a surprise gift for his mother.

I waited five minutes before I went upstairs. Sure enough, when I opened the door I saw Rosse was asleep. On the floor there are some wrapping paper scattered everywhere with patterns... I don't know, I can't guess because the pieces are too small. There is also tape, scissors and blue tape. It is likely that Rosse did not have time to clean it again due to being too sleepy. The clock on the study table showed at one in the morning. He must have stayed to make the gift. Or is he waiting for his mother to fall asleep so that he is not caught putting the gift? I used to see Aunt Mary staying up late to finish her job.

I opened the closet where I put my gift to Rosse. I haven't seen how cute Calsy's embellished gift looks. I opened the paper bag and saw a rectangle wrapped in white paper decorated with a rose with petals is a red ribbon. Attractively. The result was more than I imagined. I placed the gift right next to Rosse who was asleep. I hope he likes it. I give this as my thanks. I closed the door slowly. I'd better sleep on the couch tonight. I'm used to doing it anyway.

A bright day welcomes my morning. The sunshine greeted me gently. Cold air causes a momentary feeling of laziness. I forced myself to wash my face using warm water to ward off drowsiness. I just realized that Rosse is no longer awake in bed. I went down looking for Aunt Mary, in the kitchen, the room, the backyard and the front I didn't find them. Where'd it go? The feeling of day is not really day. Did they start the day early and leave me? Ahh...! Why am I left behind? Butbut wait... I thought for a moment. Looks like something I forgot. What time is it now? I saw my watch... Holy hooch! Thank you aunt Mary! Rosse!

I ran back inside, pulled out the bike and swung the pedal at high speed. Just like last night, I also have to yell apologetically at the people I went through. Awesome, the way to thank the Hartley family is unique. At the entrance of the school gate I saw the security guard closing the gate. Tampa any more pleasantries I barged in before the gate was completely closed.

"Hey...!!! Be careful!" the guards shouted at me.

"Sorry..."

Finally arrived. I parked my bike in an ordinary place. Then I rushed to the school building. Until class, I was lucky that the teacher had not yet arrived. With intermittent breathing I slowly stepped towards my desk. I just glanced briefly at Rosse who was busy paying attention to his book. I leaned my body on the chair to get rid of fatigue.

"Sports class hasn't started yet but you're exhausted. Don't pass out later yeah," said Rosse tampa Glancing at me.

"You... Revenge for me?"

"No. I just don't want to build you up. You sleep like a cute, sweet cat. No need to thank me."

"Huh?"

Never mind, I don't want to deal with him this time. Anyways... Today there's my favorite lesson, a sports lesson. Even before that we have to squeeze the brain first with a mathematical formula. Most of the students and students did not like this lesson, but not for me. I'd rather finish algebraic summations than listen to boring history.

The clock bell is rung. We all went to the dressing room. Some of the students I knew yesterday started to get along with me. They took me to the girls' locker room together. We got changed and went to the basketball room. A large room with a basketball court surrounded by spectator seats. Just entering our room was already greeted by a group of schoolgirls who cheered boisterously in support of their respective idols. There is a basketball game between the two teams that is distinguished by the color of the outfit. The red and blue team moved agilely dribbling, passing each other, seizing the round object. By relying on the expertise and cohesiveness of the members of their respective passing teams, they compete for the score.

All the women here are the same, even my friends are gone. They all joined the noisy cheering team. I approached Rosse who was sitting quietly leaning against the wall. She was the only one there, not following the other students. Not until I got close, suddenly there was a man approaching him. Who her? They seemed to be talking but only for a moment. I didn't hear their conversation because the room was too noisy. The sound echoed everywhere making my head dizzy. From Rosse's reaction he seemed to be very upset at the man, while the man himself continued to beg and finally passed away disappointed.

"It's the most boring hour of study" I took a seat next to Rosse.

"Why are you here? Why don't you hang out with your new friend?" he said with a face still upset.

"For what? They were cheering on their idol. I don't even know one of those two basketball teams. Although, that blonde one is a little handsome," I noticed the man dribbling. His face reminds me of someone.

"You're the same as any other woman."

"If it's not the same, I'm not a dong woman," we were silent for a moment and then I asked about the man. "Oh, yes. I just saw you talking to a guy, who is he?"

"It's none of your business!" Rosse walked away from me.

"Well, I shouldn't have asked."

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