How a boy turns into a werewolf

Michael was in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. I was in the living room, watching TV, flipping through the channels.

"Seen it, seen it, saw it on pay per view, seen it, seen it, saw that at a film festival, saw that at Michael's house...seen it, seen it, seen it..." I said as I flipped through the channels. After a while, I groaned and turned the TV off. I threw the remote behind the couch.

"There's nothing on television today...I'm gonna go check on Michael." I said as I got up from the couch. I walked into the kitchen, about 30 feet away from the living room.

Michael was rummaging through the refrigerator still, sighing as he's looking for something he likes.

"Crap! Everything in this fridge is crap!" Michael said, slamming the fridge door, crossing his arms. I chuckled, twirling my long blonde hair with my index finger.

"Michael, the 'crap' that you just mentioned are the foods that I like!" I said, punching Michael lightly on the shoulder.

"Either, you take something out of that fridge, or don't eat anything at all, 'cause you know what," I said as I walked up to my family's blue telephone. I unplugged it and threw it out the window. It landed on the patio table.

"You're not ordering any take-out." I said, crossing my arms. I was happy that I threw that phone out the window...even though my parents will totally kill me that I wrecked that $75 dollar phone.

Michael groaned. "Fine, fine, I'll eat the food that you have in that fridge." Michael threw his hands up in the air and walked up to the fridge. After two minutes of rummaging inside the fridge, he got out...a clove of garlic.

"Garlic? Why is this in the back of the fridge, Karon?" Michael asked me, staring oddly at the clove of garlic he's holding.

"Throw it away," I warned him. "That must be ancient!"

Michael obviously didn't pay attention to a word I said. He sniffed the clove of garlic, shrugged, and said, "Oh well, at least its edible." He ate the clove of garlic in one bite! I was disgusted.

"Michael, careful! Chew, man, chew! Don't swallow!" I said, but it was too late. Michael swallowed the garlic whole! Well, he couldn't manage to swallow the clove all the way down.

He was coughing, holding his neck.

"Oh, Michael...!" I said when I realized that he was choking. Michael is now laying on the ground, attempting to get the clove out of his mouth.

I pounded on his chest multiple times, hoping that the clove will come out of his mouth. Surprisingly, Michael swallowed the clove. He wasn't choking on it anymore.

"Thank goodness." I said, relieved. I helped Michael off the kitchen floor. Michael was gasping for air.

"Son of a...son of a...son of a...GUN!!" He said. He then laughed, pointing a finger in front of my face.

"You thought I was going to say son of a *CENSORED*, didn't ya?"

My mouth dropped open.

"You just did." I finally said, shocked that Michael cussed. Michael just shrugged. I rolled my eyes.

"You're such a guy." I said as we walked into the living room. Suddenly, Michael was groaning, his hands were on his head.

"Michael...Michael, what's wrong?" I asked Michael as he was on the ground, still holding his head. His groans became louder, and the louder they were, the more worried I was.

"I told you that garlic clove was no good, but did you listen? Nooooo!" I told Michael. Michael slowly got up and slowly walked to the bathroom, which was 5 feet away from him. The bathroom was in the kitchen.

All I heard was groaning. The groaning lasted for a minute. Then, I heard the toilet flush. I was sighing with relief, thinking that Michael's ok. I knocked on the bathroom door, two minutes after I heard the toilet flush.

"Michael? Are you okay?" I was worried. I didn't know if Michael's dead or alive in there, but there's only one way to find out...

I slowly opened the bathroom door. Lucky for me, It was unlocked. I looked around the bathroom. There's the sink, the toilet, and the cupboard, but I don't see Michael in the bathroom. I was really worried.

Then, the cupboard below the sink began to shake.

"Is Michael in there, or...something else?" I thought as I walked towards the shaking cupboard. I was on my knees, about to open the cupboard. I slowy opened the cupboard. It was pitch dark.

All I heard was low, heavy breathing. After a few seconds, a wolf popped out of the cupboard. The wolf wass really furry, the color its fur was brow, it had glowing red eyes, drool keeps coming out of its mouth, and its teeth were so sharp that if you look at them in the distance, you thought they were knives. It was...a werewolf! I thought werewolves didn't exist!

"Michael?" I asked the werewolf, trying to sound brave. The wolf just growled at me. Then, it began to stand up...on its legs!

"This can't be Michael...it can't be..." I muttered as I quickly left the bathroom and closed the bathroom behind me.

BANG!!

The werewolf hit the door so hard, that it left a dent on both sides of the door. I yelped, running out of the kitchen, and out in the backyard, looking for the phone that I threw out there 45 minutes ago.

"Where's that phone?" I asked myself as I was on my knees, searching for the phone. I thought it would be in the grass, but I couldn't find it.

"Oh...crud!" I muttered. Then, I heard roaring from inside the house. I gasped, my hands were on my face.

"Oh no...he's out of the bathroom!" I said in a shaky voice, looking intently at the backyard door. A few seconds later, the door swung open, and out came the werewolf. Its eyes were now green, its teeth were sharper than ever, its mouth drooling like a faucet.

It spotted me standing in the middle of tha backyard and roared once more. I slowly began backing away from the wolf as it got closer to me. After a minute or so, I was standing by the fence in our backyard. This is it. I couldn't go back any further.

"Well...looks like this is the end of the road for me." I said sadly, hanging my head. I then heard low heavy breathing. I cursed under my breath as I turned around and saw the werewolf, growling.

"Uh..hey....you wouldn't hurt a 15-year old girl, now, would you?" I asked the werewolf. The werewolf roared again.

I guess he does.

The werewolf, with its one hand, picked me up by my shirt. We met eye to eye, its eyes frequently changing colors. Red...then orange...then yellow...indigo...aqua...violet..

After I saw the color of the werewolf's eyes changing, I began to feel dizzy, light-headed. I shut my eyes to make the pain in my head stop, but the pain wouldn't go away. Then, I opened my eyes and saw the werewolf opening its mouth. You're not going to believe this...but...vines were coming out of its mouth.

You heard me.

The vines jumped out of the werewolf's mouth and landed on me. The vines quickly attach to my body and began squeezing the living heck out of me!

I immediately knew that the vines are going to kill me in a matter of minutes. With my arms, I tried pushing the vines off my body, but the vines were strong. I felt the vines squeezing me harder, my stomach hurts and so does my lungs. When the vines squeezed me again, I could no longer breathe!

"I need to get these vines off me quick!" I thought. The werewolf dropped me on the ground as the vines were squeezing me tighter and tighter. My lungs were hurting me so bad, I feel like a 20 ft. building just crushed my lungs. My stomach feels like I had the worst case of the stomacache. I pulled and I pushed the vines off of me, and the more I tried, sweat began pouring down my face. I was about to throw up because the vines were squeezing my stomach so hard. I still couldn't breathe!

"I'm supposed to be dead by now!" I thought. Then, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I had to let it out. I threw up. I threw up on my shoes, my best shoes! I was throwing up and coughing at the same time. Some of the vomit landed on the werewolf's arm. The werewolf looked at the drop of vomit on its arm and began screaming holding its arm. I smiled.

Maybe vomit is the werewolf's weakness! I wonder...

"C'mon, vines, do your stuff!" I thought. I didn't even care if I couldn't breathe. People say that I can hold my breathe for long periods of time without blacking out. The vines squeezed me harder. I threw up some more, and made sure it got on the werewolf. It did. The vomit landed on the werewolf's face and began screaming really loud. I felt the vines loosen and loosen on my stomach and chest.

"Yes," I thought. "The vines are letting go of me!" The vines were off my body and flew back inside the werewolf's mouth. Then, the werewolf looked less hairy and its teeth were no longer sharp. Then, bright blue light appeared in front of me. I shut my eyes. I opened my eyes after a few minutes. The bright blue light was gone, and so is the werewolf.

All I saw in frnt of me is...Michael?

He's not a werewolf anymore! He's back to his human self! I ran up to Michael and hugged him like crazy. He looked at me oddly.

"What's up with you, and I how did I end up here in your backyard?" Michael asked me, looking around. I shrugged.

"You were sleepwalking. After you got something to eat from the fridge, you got tired, so you slept on my couch, and then you ended up right here in the backyard. I came out here to wake you up." I lied to Michael. I knew that if I told Michael the truth, he'll think I'm loco.

"Oh. I've been eating a lot of food lately. I need to quit eating a lot." He said, rubbing his head. He walked back to my house. I shook my head, watching Michael walking inside.

"Looks like everything's back to normal." I said, shaking my head. Then, I heard Michael from inside the house say, "Hey, a clove of garlic!"

My eyes were wide. Quickly, I ran inside the house, stopping Michael from eating another clove of garlic from behind the fridge.

"Michael, no! Do you hear me?! Do not eat that! DO NOT EAT THAT GARLIC! DO YOU HEAR ME, MICHAEL?! MICHAEL!!"