My Inner Wolf

By Davis Cornett

            As the bus door sprung open, I sprinted out the door after my friend. He could not keep his mouth shut, and now he needed to pay. I went after him with a bright red face, gritting my teeth. He should have known better than to make fun of me in front of a group of older girls. My so-called friend was as good as dead!

             My eyes locked onto my prey as I chased it down with the desire of devouring it with no mercy. Thank God, nobody other than a few kids were around, and we were just at a bus stop waiting for our parents. For a minute, it was like we were in a deep dark forest; I chased him down the trail, the scent of his fear getting closer and closer. I lunged out, my hands gripped his shirt and pulled him back within striking distance.

             My fist closed up and I swung and smacked him on the back a couple of times as hard as I could.

      “Why are you doing this?” he asked.

       “I told you to keep your mouth shut!”

        “Every time I tell you a secret, you tell everyone. You’re not a good friend” Smack! Smack! Two more punches to the body.

          “You always overreact, I hate you!” he screamed.

         I soon realized that I wasn’t in a forest but on a playground as my friend began weeping and crying. My inner wolf had just scared the crap out of a friend, and a sudden feeling of sorrow and empathy filled my body. What had I just done to my friend? I put my head down in shame and began to walk away while everyone looked at me in shock.

          Wow, I thought in shock looking back at what just happened. When I got home I took a look at my face in the mirror to make sure there wasn’t anything different. Ever since, I have worked to control my inner wolf from taking over me; because, when it does get out, it can be quite dangerous.