Hazel strolled down the sidewalk, on her way to school with a piece of half-eaten toast hanging out of her mouth.
Waving to her neighbour, Daniel, she took another bite out and continued on her way as cars whizzed on by.
She continued on in this fashion, as she did all mornings on her way to school.
Her short brown hair was tied back and faint bags hung under her grey eyes; she had been studying up late. Maths exams were killers.
Nodding along to the song stuck in her head, she walked into the school building- a linoleum-floored hall full of pale yellow walls and stereotypical blue lockers. Sighing, she dumped her bag into locker number 104, as a girl leaned nearby and popped bright pink bubblegum periodically. A little further away, a jock was chatting up a shy girl with glasses- who was quite avidly attempting attempting to ignore him. On the other side of the hall, a group of girls crowded together applying lipgloss, eyeliner or gossiping on their brand-new smartphones they had weaselled out of their latest boyfriends.
Hazel didn't pay any of this much attention, as she usually kept to herself, and simply pulled out her first-period books and her stationary.
Of course, her first-period books consisted of a steamy romance novella, a small pocket sketchbook, and an English notebook periodically littered with doodles-only, of course, when she managed to forget her sketchbook- a rare occurrence for Hazel- topped with a compact grey pencil case loaded with coloured pencils.
Yawning, she pressed her back to the looming wall-of-lockers and opened her novella to exactly page 87, where the male lead chatted up the female lead, quite hilariously, while they were both in the same cell overnight In the police department. The girl had been playing around in a fountain with her friends, and the male refused to say what he had done. Hazel speculated that he, being such a player, had probably stolen some poor girl's panties.
She puffed out a small breath of amusement, as they bantered, arguing Over the fact that there was only a single bed in the cell.
She was jerked out of her romantic session with the paperback of Behind Closed Bars when the bell rang, and shut the book with pink, freckled cheeks. Speeding into the classroom in record time, she could barely see some kid snoozing in a comfortable looking hoodie, two girls whispering excitedly over a smartphone, and her friend- Mariella, or Mary for short. Her green-and-pink two tone hair stuck up in it's pixie cut, and she could make out vibrant blue nail polish on her left hand as she waved Hazel over animatedly.
"Hey! Hazel! Psst, come here!" She stage-whispered, almost waking up hoodie-dude, who simply muttered something and put his head back down on the desk, a tiny string of drool leaving his mouth. Hazel stifled a giggle, and made her way over to Mary.
"What's up?" She whispered conspiratorially, cupping her hands around her mouth for effect. Mary grinned deviously, before sliding up the long sleeve of her grey shirt- revealing black and grey ink in the shape of the Three Deathly Hallows.
"I totally got a tattoo, Hazel! Whatcha think?" She laughed quietly before sliding down her sleeve again, casting a glance at the teacher as more students filed in, slouching and yawning.
"Well, you were always a huge Harry Potter nerd. I reckon it's awesome. Who did it?" Hazel replied, smirking.
Mary blushed furiously before continuing to tell her that Alex, the kid who practically lived in his dad's tattoo parlour, gave it to her for around fifty bucks.
"...And I swear, that guy has the weirdest tattoos on him. He even told me he has an entire wolf on his back! Crazy, right?" She chattered. A small shudder ran up Hazel as she mentioned wolf- goose-flesh rippled up her arms, as faint memories of pain echoed in her mind. As if on instinct, she gripped her wrist the through the cotton of her long shirt, before shaking her head and chuckling at her friend's antics.
The class began, and Hazel ignored the lectures as she doodled flowers in her pocket sketchbook. Mary didn't mind; she was doodling food in her English book. The day continued in a similar fashion, as Hazel made her way through a Maths exam, and a pop quiz in science. By lunch she was itching for a slice of pizza, and begged Mary to buy her lunch.
"I'll pay you back tomorrow! Just for the sake of all things holy please get me some damn pizza!" By the time Mary gave in she was practically grovelling at her feet.
The pepperoni and cheese was so worth it though. Especially when Mary dumped a can of cola next to her, muttering something about her 'gold digger of a friend'.
After torturously running through PE and history, Hazel was finally free to walk home, with her head in the steamy world of perfect romances.
Whistling the Harry Potter theme song, she didn't pay much attention to her surroundings, in fact, Hazel nearly tripped over the cracks in the sidewalls once or twice- until a murderous snarl opened had her head snapping up and the book falling from her fingers.
Hazel had strayed off her main path home slightly, and was currently confronted with a terrifyingly huge, black wolf, whose yellow teeth were bared and ears drawn back, as it crouched down.
Staring at her.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stood frozen in her place.
It was a wolf. A beast.
It was going to attack her. Eat her. Kill her.
But that wasn't the worst of it, no.
The worst part was the single thought flashing through her head like a strobe light at a midnight rave.
The thought that ran through her mind, was that it was back.

A/N:
Hey. Fairy here. If you ever get a chance to see my library or reading list, you'll see I have a slightly unhealthy obsession with the werewolf genre. So. Yeah. Here I am, trying my hand at it. Will this story live to be finished? Hopefully. Anyways, enjoy my first werewolf story; Fear the beast.
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-fairy