Samuel’s P.O.V

“well, well, well...You really thought that you could escape from us, mutt?” said my main bully, Marc. I was always bullied at school, nobody likes me, but he was the worst. My other bullies would call me names, wet my books and sometimes throw punches at me, but that's it. Him… He would beat me to a pulp, put my books on fire or my clothes when we would have PE. He already broke many of my ribs, my two arms, legs and wrists. He also gave me a black eye and a split lip every time we meet. One time he even dislocated my shoulder. Well, at least I heal fast due to my werewolf genes.

“N-no…” said my pathetic self. At this point I was a shivering mess and I couldn't even stand properly. You would think that I would be accustomed after all this time, but no, I was still afraid of being hurt. I'm pathetic, really…

“Look at this poor excuse of a werewolf, he can't even stand!” said Samantha and they all start to laugh like it was the best joke ever told. Marc then started to kick me in the stomach making me whimper in pain. Vincent grabbed my face and punched me repeatedly in the face. Blood started to pour out of my nose and my sigh soon became blurry, but I don't know if it was because of my tears or the pain. After what felt like hours but was just 10 minutes, they finally got bored and quit, each one spitting on me to sign their chef d’oeuvre. All this time, Samantha just stood there, repeatedly throwing insults at me and looking at me with disgust in her eyes. Of course, she didn’t want to get any blood on her newly manicured nails.

I waited 10 minutes just to be sure that they had left and then limped my way to the back of the school. At this time, I was already late for classes so I may as well not go at all.

Arriving at the forest behind the school, I climbed with difficulty in the nearest tree and made myself comfortable. I grabbed my sketchbook and began to draw. Drawing is the thing I like the most, it helps me calm myself and organise my idea. I started drawing when my father started hitting me and from then on, I continued to improve my skills. I'm not good in sport even if I'm a werewolf and I'm not the most intelligent person, so the only thing that I'm proud of is my drawings. When I graduate, if I graduate, I want to explore the world and draw all the landscape that I see. I want to become an artist and sell my work to make money. I made the resolution long ago that when I graduate, I wouldn’t let my father keeps me in this place that makes my life a living hell.

In fact, I will graduate in three days which is the same day as my birthday. I will turn eighteen so I will be able to leave my house legally and my father won't be able to bring me back. You could say I'm really looking forward to my birthday...