A Werewolf Girl's

1.2

I still stared at my position for a few moments to think about the sudden appearance of the sheet of paper. How could that sheet of paper just appear just like that just because of the violent gusts of wind that were still mysterious in origin?

Don't-don't-don't

I quickly moved my foot towards the door of my apartment and opened it so that I could see the hallway in front of me. The hallway was currently quiet, there were only a few people coming in and out of the doors of other apartments and there were no suspicious signs of those people, for example, like just entering someone else's house without permission.

Freaky....

I closed the apartment door again and then stepped into the window of the room in one corner. I carefully checked the view of the window of the room which was still tightly closed and did not change position.

I checked every part of my house to look for some evidence for a while, looking for it to the smallest corners in the apartment.

There aren't.

I threw myself on the couch. Giving up on looking for evidence of my guess, which after I think about it again, sounds ridiculous. How could one possibly enter a tightly locked apartment without leaving a mark?

That ghosts? my mind sounds more and more absurd. Where possible.

I shook my head to clear my mind, while walking to where the sheet of paper was to retrieve it.

My eyes looked at the words again in a fixed manner, then folded them into two pieces so that it was easier to slip into a notebook I used to carry. In the meantime, I will think about the letter more later.

~°~°~

I woke up just as my alarm went off.

The clock showed at exactly seven in the morning, I grabbed my phone and read a reply from aunt yesterday and returned to reply. The orphanage children had to get used to the new division of tasks because the tasks I had taken before were quite a lot. In addition, in the next few days there will be other orphanage children leaving, so the aunt must start getting the other children to do her new part of the task.

This morning, the children must have woken up and started cleaning the house and preparing breakfast. Younger children clean the house with aunt, while older children prepare breakfast for the day. Nosy children will sometimes create problems on the sidelines of tasks so that aunts will punish them for washing dishes. Profit for those who got the part of the task. But the warm atmosphere and chatter while eating together at the dining table is irreplaceable.

I haven't missed them yet.

I took a breath and began to stretch my body which felt stiff. Aunty had prepared a side dish for me to eat today, all I had to do was heat it up and then rearrange it at the stocking place for later.

My phone rang, there was an incoming message.

To: Emily Young

To: You

Fifteen minutes to go, are you ready? if you're ready wait for me at the bus stop near your apartment. see ya~

Okay, I wait. type me in return for the message.

I immediately tidied up my breakfast equipment and got ready. The elevator clinks slowly as a sign that I have arrived in the basement and then walk to the bus stop which is located a few steps from the apartment.

For a few minutes of waiting, finally a red sports car stopped in front of me and opened the door. Without any more ba-bi-bu I immediately entered it and closed the door then the car immediately drove at full speed.

"New car, Em?" ask me on the figure who is next to me while putting on a seat belt.

"Yup," he answered, grinning. "The hard work of the last semester was full of suffering."

I snorted stifledly as I recalled the event, "You still work there?"

"Hell, no!" the screams sounded horrified. "I swore to myself not to work there a second time. That's so embarrassing." He shuddered.

My laughter exploded upon hearing his words. My memory goes back to that rare event, the one in which the famously tomboyish Emily had to wear feminine clothes and behave feminine as well, a sweet smile always fell on his lips when serving guests at the cafe where he worked for three months in a row.

"Don't laugh, it's not funny, you know!" he said he sounded annoyed.

"You got anybody's clock, Em?" manya curious. Last semester he got a lot of forecourt hours and a little count so we often got the same college hours.

"Lack of knowledge" he replied directly while shrugging his shoulders. "Forgot."

I could only look at him when I heard his words, unable to comment. It turns out that the behavior of his 'bodo period' has not changed at all. Last semester he did not even know that his college hours only had a ten-minute break that made him have to rush after the previous class was over.

For the rest of the trip we just looked at the scene in front of us until suddenly a feeling of pain whack my head and make me groan withstanding the pain.

"Allison, what's wrong with you?" asked Emily worriedly, her head turned towards me to check on me who was now holding my head tightly. "You sick?"

I shook my head slowly. "My head is very, very sick," I said stuck, it was like being stabbed by thousands of needles that attack alternately.

Emily didn't say anything in return, but I could feel her pushing her car's accelerator so it could go faster to campus.

"Wait here, Ally," said Emily slowly and then walked out of her car without waiting for my answer.

I kept waiting in the car quietly and was still in a down position and grabbed my head which was still painful. What's wrong with me? Why does it suddenly hurt like this?

Yoke! Yoke! Yoke! a sudden sound of a window tap, distracting me.

I turned my head slowly and met a tall man with sand-blonde hair looking at me.

I immediately moved my hand to press the button next to my arm then left the window glass half open.

"You didn't go inside?" the man asked, pointing to the building behind him, our university

I opened my mouth to answer and then closed it again.

Why do I answer the questions of people I don't know?

"Who....you?" I am slow in the end.

He was silent for a moment and then blinked his eyes. "You're sick?" tanyanya changed the topic.

I just nodded my head faintly in response.

"Ah–" he said cut off.

"Allie!" someone interrupted the man's words, Emily.

He ran quickly towards me and stopped in front of me by thrusting a capsule and a water bottle. "Hurry up for this drink."

I obeyed him then grabbed the two objects and swallowed them all at once.

"Who were you talking to?" emily's asking sounds weird. A mixture of curiosity and dislike is seen from the look of his eyes.

My eyes widened at the thought of the man's whereabouts, then turned to where he had previously stood. There's no one. I looked back at Emily and shook slowly. "No. know."

He nodded his head understanding. "Well, is it better?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Let's go to class, it's too late."

I nodded then walked out of his car, leaning slightly on his sturdy body and following him stepped up.