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Everything was different now, and there is no going back. I'm tired of hearing it. "Sadie, things will settle back down. Everything will be back to normal soon. You'll see, Sadie, you'll see." Don't give me that "you'll see" crap. I know that's not true. Trust me, when something huge happens to you, it changes everything. And with every change comes little baby changes that effect you too. I never liked kids. How did it happen? Well, it fell on me like a rock. A rock absolutely no one saw coming. It all happened at once as well. It pulled my life to a complete halt. Hit the brakes. It took a little while to start up again, but it was never the same. Never "normal" as they call it, but if you really think about it, why would you want something normal like that? It's so boring. I guess I'm just so used to "living in the moment" I forget what it's like to be...like you.

My life started out like yours. It was technically not the same, but we'll say it was. It seemed like it. My homeland: Alaska, home of the snow, moose, elk, lynx, musk-ox, and wolves. Living in Alaska was torture to me. Who would want to live in 30 feet of snow three quarters of the year? My parents of course. Oh well. They told me I could move when I was outta college. That was before everything happened of course. Now I'm not going to tell you my whole life story because, one: it sucks. Two: it's boring. Kinda like your life. Three: I'm not here to give you that kind of life story. This is different.

Ok, so there was me before I was half wolf. I was fearful, scared to do a lot of things, and I wasn't the most coordinated person in Gray Sky Junior High. I was quiet, normal looking, one that didn't say much in class: one that went with the flow. I had two main friends, and everyone else I pretty much ignored. Strangers meant danger. Meeting new people was unheard of. Bree was my best friend. She was really pretty and stood at the perfect height of five foot three. She wore some eyeliner every day, but not too much to look fake like all the other teenage girls. Her hair was cut short but really layered and was a reddish brown color. She dressed nice everyday with her own style that no one else could copy. We had been friends since we could speak, living beside each other all our lives. My mom and hers had been best friends for a long time too.

Then there was my other friend, Josh. He moved to Alaska three years ago from Hawaii. Yeah I know what you're thinking: quite the drastic climate change. The teacher had volunteered me to give him a tour of the school the day he came. I was very nervous (how I always felt around guys) as I led this quiet kid around the school. Apparently he had a thing for me instantly, and he wouldn't talk to anyone else but me. I had to admit, I liked it, but I only liked him as a friend. I liked someone else because I was a seventh grader. Like second graders, seventh graders had little crushes. I liked an eighth grader (I liked to think I was quite the rebel for liking an older boy) named Drake. He was tall and slim with dark brown hair. I never saw him talk to any girls (yes, quite the lady's man.) He would sit alone in the lunch room. Usually he didn't eat much. I was a little scared at first. He had dark brown eyes that almost looked black eyes that held no emotion whatsoever. And they always looked that way. Instead of being an honest friend and telling me that if he wanted me, he would have made a move by now, Bree encouraged me that she saw a hidden thing between us. She claimed that eventually, he would make a move. I tried to believe her, but it didn't work very well. I even tried to stop liking him. That didn't work either. I gave up. What was the point? I knew nothing about him anyways. Crushes were pointless.

Ok, so Christmas vacation was just a few days away. Two to be exact. I was so close. I trudged onto the bus behind Bree and we sat behind the driver. She was too quiet and timid to try and fight the eighth graders for a seat in the back, and I was too scared. "Anything exciting going on today?" I asked tiredly.

She was in deep thought for a second. "Math 4sight, I believe."

"No," I groaned. "I forgot! Darn, that ruins the whole day."

"Yeah, it does." I slammed my head back on the seat. I hated 4sight testing. 4sight was a test on the computer. Everyone took them in intermediate school, and no one seemed to know why because they counted for nothing whatsoever. There were two of two tests that included math and reading. We took them each four to five times a year. It was hell, though I'd never say that out loud back then. We never dared to swear.

We pulled into the school parking lot slowly a few minutes later. The bus screeched to a halt and the doors swung open. I stood and dragged myself down the stairs to the sidewalk. It was very cold that day, as all the other days. Bree and I walked into the school. We turned and climbed the steps to our lockers.

At the time, no one was there. Our bus was always early because our development was so close to the school. Of course, like every old school in Alaska, it was never big enough for the kids. Now, it was deserted. In a few moments, when the other buses came, our school became hell. Eighth and seventh graders would soon fill the halls to the brim. It would be a crashing sea of students.

I fiddled with the combination until it finally clicked open as I waved goodbye to Bree. Her locker was down the hall farther. I threw my pink backpack in and grabbed my books for my first two classes. I flew down the hallway and to my Advisory. To my total disappointment, I was early. The doors weren't open yet. I looked back at the deserted hall of lockers.

Soon it would be filled. Filled to the top. The teacher had to hurry. They would be coming. I could hear their voices yelling to one another and stomping loudly up the steps. I looked around wildly. Where was the teacher? The noise was getting louder. It would soon be too late.

Then Miss Resser, my Advisory and English teacher rounded the corner. I breathed a sigh of relief. But it was too late. The first of the students were rounding the corner too. My eyes widened in fear. The angry mob of students, two hundred at least, filtered into the hall from the steps. Miss Resser went passed the door and into the computer room to print papers. How lucky was I? It was getting hard to breath. More students arrived. Backpacks hit me from all directions. A big kid ran right into me full force, and I was knocked into another kid. She pushed me back into the bustling crowd. And I was lost. I scrambled around the people and shoved my way to the door. I stayed in the corner and waited for Miss Resser to unlock it. This was how a typical day started for me in my old life. I wish now the only thing I had to worry about was the kids running me over at school.