I'm soo sorry it took so long to reply. It didn't notify me that someone posted on this thread. Here, I'll take your advice. Here's the first page of my story. I subtracted unnecessary space, but that's it in the way of editing it.
“Hey Sarah! Come on over and have lunch with me. I need to ask you something.” my friend Mirsole yelled at me over the noise of the oncoming crowd.
Mirsole was a nice girl with black hair that was always shorter than all the other girls’ hair, about the same length as mine. In fact, we had many things in common such as an unusual liking for meat, our size, our speed, and our extremely heightened senses. Oh yeah, were also both werewolves; it’s really hard to forget that part, no matter how much I want to.
There are only a few others who I suspect might be werewolves, but I’ve never had the courage to go up and ask them. The only for sure way to figure out if someone is a werewolf is to go make them really angry while there are no onlookers and hope they just go poof and go werewolf, and then you have to hope that they don’t claw your face off. Going werewolf is really quite easy, just let your anger flow over you and then you hear a pop and fur is suddenly all over you and you find that it is easier to walk on all fours. Very much like popcorn. Your anger is the heat and after it builds up for a while, you just pop. Though, with popcorn, it doesn’t sprout fur. Or claws. Or paws. Or a tail. Or a muzzle. So I guess in some ways it’s nothing like popping popcorn.
Anyways, lets focus on our wacky school. Yes, I said wacky. Most kids in our school can be associated with animals. Like you can associate a cheetah with Sapphire because of how stinkin’ fast she is. George, you can associate a hawk with because of his hooked nose and better than perfect eyesight. It’s also because the Antmut "School" (I have no idea why it’s named that, though I have noticed that if you switch around the letters.... never mind, it's probably nothing. ) is our home - and our prison.
The windows in our school are small, but are numerous. Each one is about a foot an a half on every side and have about a two foot space between them. The glass itself is practically indestructible. All even slightly sharp objects and sanded down, even the tables. Our bedrooms have foot thick walls that separate them from the others. The doors are all water-tight and fire-proof; in fact, the whole school is fire-proof. No one has ever seen the outside of the school, except for the small glances we get of a wide open grass land from the window, until they get to old to stay here and get taken away somewhere.
Okay, enough about the school. It’s time to get back to the story.
“Okay, I’ll be there in a sec’” I yelled back at her and hoped that she heard me over the clamor in the hall.
I tried to avoid running into anybody as I made a mad dash to the cafeteria line and hoped that I would get a spot near the front. Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I saw a poster on the wall that advertised a new club. When I turned back to the line, I saw that Lyasmi in front of me. She's the girl who always seems to be as deaf as a post, yet also seems to hear whispered conversations about her from down the hall.
“Hey,” I said to her, “What did ya’ cut in front of me for?”
She didn’t answer, though I knew better than to expect anything else. She didn’t even flinch or show any sign that she heard me.
Then there are two links here that say:
Pester her about cutting in line
admit defeat and wait your turn
