Well, really, what's there to say? My childhood was a tad complicated, and unless you want to start from the very beginning, it's not going to make sense. Huh? Oh! So you do want to hear it all?
When it first happened to me i didn't know what to do and was afraid to go home. Its something that only happens when I lose control of my temper. I than realized that there were people talking to me in my mind. Quil Atera, Embry Call.....It was a dream come true! :P So, yeah. Pretty much everything was normal from then on out, my life with mother and neighbors having been pretty cool until the day that I morphed into a wolf. Mom freaked when she found that out, and immediately started into about how she thought the trait was recessive for her since it'd skipped her and my father was...er, for the most part, normal. Wow. Guess it wasn't as complicated as I thought, huh?
Now my brother is twelve and I am seventeen. We share the same group of friends because of the string of fate that connect us all, the fact that we are able to turn into wolves. Shhhh I have an imaginary friend named -Jacob Black- Leave me comments!! Adios! (Leave a comment about your story if you want to.)