A Cold Bet My life would end with a bet. I always knew that. I took every risk and bet from kindergarten to my junior year of high school. But I somehow kept on top all the time. My friend Jerry must have known the risks of an Alaskan winter, but I was far past blaming anyone. And my death came so softly. Hey Will, Jerry said in English. Much to my teachers dismay the class was always hectic. While she was confronting a problem caused by a student with dry erase board issues on the other side of the room, Jerry continued, I want to take a winter survival coarse. Are you in? Ill pay. Jerrys smug face said it all. This was a challenge. Whats the catch? I asked. He had never just offered me something grand like that without a bet to go with it. Its how hes worked from the third grade up.
Modern werewolf 5 I hate slings. School already was tough with lycanthropy, and now I have to write with my unbroken arm. I snuck writing my essay with my right though. I had people offering to carry books, and take notes for me, but Im not the type to take handouts. I wasnt thinking about school anyway. I was thinking of how to tell my mother without her calling animal control. I would shift while playing the piano, any light song would do. Sam seemed to be watching me very carefully as if their was something peculiar about me. Well as long as he doesn't find out. I didnt have any class with him after English, besides gym, which Im excused from that class anyway, as long as I show up for attendance and go to the the library. I didnt have a chance to talk to him yet. Finally, mathematics, two more hours and I can be done