Just one more year. Just one more year, I told myself as I dressed. It wasn't really even that long. School was only ten months. My stomach tightened. Ten months was still a hell of a lot of time. I took a slow breath, trying to calm my nerves. The bruises had finally gone and nothing hurt, but that would change after today. Just one more year, I told myself again. One more year and I would finish high school and leave for California, never to deal with werewolves again.With an ‘I’m totally fine and happy?’ smile, I left my room and went downstairs to the kitchen.“Morning Baby,” Mom said, smiling from over her shoulder. “Can you believe it? Senior!”This time when I smiled it was real. “I know right!” I sat down and propped my chin on my
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