My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
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The next morning I leave for the address I just found last night. Today I decided to go to a friend's house. Mom suggested taking Rosse with me but today I was lucky, Rosse had a group activity at Nic's house so he couldn't come along. Long enough I persuaded my mother to let me go and the effort was not in vain. It's just that on one condition, I have to go home before lunch arrives. That was more than enough for me to get home on time. The address I went to today was not too far from the orphanage yesterday. It is about a 15-minute drive from the orphanage. After passing through the residential area, I stopped in front of an old house surrounded by trees.

The two-story building was badly damaged. All sides of the building were burned. What the hell is going on? When did this fire happen? What is the ownership of my parents or the ownership of others? I stepped inside the house, which left only a wall. I have to be careful in stepping because the floor of this house is filled with puwing-puwing former fire. The remaining scars were clearly on the blackened and mossy walls of the building. Dry leaves, tree branches, broken glass and burnt goods were scattered everywhere. On various sides there are also wild plants that creep there.

Long enough I searched every corner of this house but I did not find any clues. Everything is too badly damaged. I'm trying to find a clue upstairs. Until I find the connecting stairs upstairs and downstairs. Judging from the condition of this ladder is already very fragile. If I walk slowly maybe not yet above the stairs has collapsed. I decided to take a swing up these stairs quickly. It turned out that it worked but it also caused the stairs to collapse instantly along with me. I'm less quick to put my feet on the top floor. Really shit. Just about to sit down suddenly a small box overflowed my head. My eyes are a little bit cloudy.

"Switch.." I rubbed my aching head.

I picked up a small black box made of wood. I was a little surprised that this box survived the blazing fire. I tried to open it which was an old book. I flipped the pages of the book quickly until I found a photo tucked away there. It was a family photo. A couple holding their baby. Who're they? Are these my parents? I can't be sure, I better take it home first. After shaking my clothes from the dust, I left the house. Outside I saw a group of men consisting of four people were cool to take pictures in front of my car. Should I use another car to not attract too much attention? I slowly approached my own car.

"Excuse me" I said hello to them.

"Eh, there's a pretty girl" said the man wearing the blue jacket. He straightened his blond hair. "What's sweet?"

"You want to go for a walk?" said the theme while stylized as if it was his car.

"Take..."

"What's your name?" not done yet I said the black-haired man directly asked.

"You're the new guy here?" ask his other friend.

"Look come with us. We'll take you around."

"We know this place very well."

"Don't be afraid."

"We know a fun place."

"You must like it."

"You're asking to be beaten?"

Not done yet they were surprised by my words, I have beaten them one by one. I was really annoyed to hear the rant teasing them like street thugs. One minute, they bend their knees apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry the swordsman. We'll do anything for you but please don't beat us up" they pleaded.

"Well, as long as you're willing to answer my question."

"good. Just ask. We will answer that."

"Do you know the owner of the house?" point me at the house behind me.

"The house has been abandoned for years," said the black-haired man.

"If it's not wrong the owner used to be a couple" said the man wearing a green sweater.

"Do you know what happened to that couple?" my many.

"Don't know. They moved out after the fire."

I took out the photo I found in the book. "Is this them?"

The man examined the face in the photo. "Yes, that's them."

"Hey, I know them," said the blond-haired man suddenly.

"If it's not wrong the baby's name is photographed it's a keyza."

"Keyza's? Meaning Keyla?"

"Ah, yes Keyla. Her name is Keyla." she said.

It turns out they were my real parents. "Then do you know his surname?"

"His family name... I'm sorry I don't remember."

"Then thank you."

I got into the car and I stuck gas out of them. I gotta get home soon, lunch time in a minute. I don't want you to worry. Today until here first. At least I've got something important: a picture of my biological parents and a book. I don't know what it is, I'll take the time to read it.

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A week has passed. Every time I go home from school I find my real parents. All the ways I have tried but have not yielded results. It is indeed difficult to find someone just relying on photos from 15 years ago. Of course I didn't tell anyone about this. I was just looking for some reasons to get out. Besides, I haven't been able to do any surgery because the blood stock that's suitable for me hasn't been around. I'm still trying to find the right donor. I don't really care if I can have surgery or not. My life and death are unimportant.

Weekend at 10:49. Snow spots continued to fall filling the newly cleared path. I don't know where else to go, and I don't even know where I am now. My back hurt from sitting too long at the wheel. I stopped my car in front of the mini market. I just want to buy drinks and bread to increase energy. Finished making the payment I walked out to my car. Until I saw a girl wearing a pink jacket having problems with her bike. Wasn't she the girl who was waiting in line in front of me? I approached him.

"Need help?" I bargained, but I was surprised when the girl turned her head. "She?!"

"ah! Wolfs. What are you doing here?"

"Don't call me that."

"Why? That's what you are."

"Hey, I'm trying to offer you some help."

"Haha... What are you eating to help me?"

"Thank you I'm lacking a job. Bored."

"don't want. Just find someone else."

"Related to not? The snow is getting bigger. But yes already, I'm not forcing either," I turned to leave her while glancing at her.

"Wait."

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