I made my way toward the library with my book bag thrown over my shoulder like a bat straight out of hell—wings on fire.

I almost rammed into a few people along the way. I was late, courtesy of the one student in physical who turned wolf and lost control of herself.

At first she tried to pull her own fur out, then turned her own frustration on the rest of the class and our teacher.

It was chaos. By the time the period was over and we tried to leave, we had to clear up the mess she left behind after getting escorted out by a flurry of guards....