It was a dark night. The stars were out, and no one was to be seen on the cold autumn streets. There was nothing to do so Johnny came outside to look at the moon. He walked outside his house, and found no noise. Not even a slight breeze. Nothing made a sound. All he heard, was a loud howling in the distance. Yet Johnny wasn’t afraid, he didn’t have to be. He called them the howlers; his brothers. He ran out to the edge of the road, howling like a wolf himself. No one looked outside, though all lights were on in the neighbors houses. This was expected of Johnny, knowing that he was only nine years old and had a large imagination. ‘I’ll be a wolf one day, and no one will pick on me!’ He thought to himself. He ran down the road a little ways and into the forest…
A few years down the road.
“Johnny!” his mother called out; “you’re going to be late for school!”
“I know ma, I’m almost ready!”
You see, Johnny was now thirteen years old. It was his first day of freshman year at high school though, and he missed his friends. Johnny came running out of his room, throwing his backpack on out the door.
“See you later mom!” He waved bye out the door.
“Bye,?” His mom said puzzled, as she held his lunch money in her hand.
Johnny ran to the bus stop on the corner of his street. What do you know; the name of the street is howlers? Maybe that’s where he got it from. Anyways, Johnny barely made it on the bus, last to pick a seat. He looked all through the aisles, trying to find an empty seat. But they were all taken.
“Hurry up!” the bus driver yelled at him. People were staring at him like he was a freak. He was about as skinny as a stick, wearing tight black pants, a tight black t-shirt, his short brown hair covered his eyes maliciously and he had a dark brown messenger bag. There was only one seat left in the very back, the one next to the most popular girl in school. She was staring at him, knowing her fate. Yet, it wasn’t a mean stare. He slowly moved over to her.
“Uhh, can I sit here?”
“Sure, just hurry up.!” The Popular girl told him. He sat down next to her nervously. The bus driver grunted, as he pulled away from Howler Street .
“So, what’s your, name?” He asked, rather frank than nervous.
“Sam, but don’t talk to me!”
At that time she seemed to be the nervous one, she didn’t want to talk to him but it didn’t seem like she disliked him at all. She just dismissed him at the time. So they were on their way to school, passing by the forest. Something fast was moving in between the trees, a large, dark shadow. Johnny didn't see it, but a few kids on the right side of the bus did and started talking immediately about the old curse of the forest. ‘I heard a few years ago that a kid ran into the forest, and never returned.’ ‘Once you go in, you never come out the same’ many people were whispering. Not many people knew what it really meant, but Johnny was smiling. He knew what it meant, just fine.
“What’re you smiling about?” Sam whispered to Johnny, so no one could hear.
“Nothing, really. Just at how ignorant these people are. Hey, I thought I couldn’t talk to you?”
“Oh, yeah. Shut up!” Sam looked the other way, hoping he didn’t notice her smirk. He lifted his arms in surrender.
“Alright, gosh you don’t need to get all uptight about it.”
Johnny too looked the other way, smiling even more than before. Thinking to himself, he knew freshman year would be great already.