The Werewolf Boy~

vibrant green farm fields as I rest my

urrent situation would be th

usands of miles away from my Florida home, yet I can'

ng the steering wheel with her knuckles white an

resort in Dothan, Alabama, where

rse job, and she just couldn't refuse. She will travel this summer saving lives a

e in the very place that has impacted my

ound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my

egan. The night when I w

s attacked by a ma

securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window,

etty sure that by tomorrow morning I

glade. So of course, the visual scenery hasn't changed much, however, I ha

s around me arouse a hidden memory burie

familiar beauty of it all from those many years ago when I first visit

heds, to the vast sycamore trees lingering at the edge of its bo

almost

wards, stretching my arms and hands. The

throat. I tediously turn

on, I promise. Just give it about 35 minutes." She looks

gain, It's hard to miss the dark circles underneath them, swal

es seeing you in person after all these years. She can't wait to see you, let alone hav

thy sigh, resting my

nding much more monotonic

so?" Sh

about, remember?" Her voice dra

pting the car to become silent again. I can feel my mom's eyes

her throat

it? Not too hot, not too cold. The

er, and anxiety co

. While I stay in Nebraska for a couple of weeks, I hope I don't get strand

od place, but her words made me feel worse than before

e speaks f

Lilit

head back home?" I sai

I uttered those silly words. I can't see the express

ick and frigid with suspense

s as mom speaks with utter exhaustion, as if her wor

tie, we talke

now

t you would a

ing to her, I plead, "J-Just please, mom! Please take m

eclares, saying my name like a threat

om

throw away money that we don't have! Yo

mom. It

having this discussion?"

to go back to that pla

re somber and distant than usual. And like a frigid little girl, I look

ar me out, just this once, and wh

hten around the steering wheel, and a prominent f

says, calmly. I

king your antipsy

believe what I told her abo

nks I'm crazy after all these years. And It's sil

, and now I'm all alone with

r is the last thing I want to do right now,

w is enough to make tears swell

this morning,

way for minutes, giving me the idea t

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the same old scenery of the countryside, but no. M

m okay with temporary feelings. T

ially at a time like this? A sense of ownership o

an exit leading into the ru

town square, and I watch as pe

cial buildings that stretches

re a small bakery, a few drugstores, a

ts and Methodists denominations, and a town hall buildi

ndie "small town" films where two teenagers fa

green of sycamore trees. The blistering sunlight creates an illus

e town houses here and there - my mom

House, and Camping Resort sig

oximately 9 feet. In sheer hindsight, it seems like it

's finished talking with the booth manager inside,

stained cabins emerge from the beau

and pine trees, and to our left lies t

ely how I r

houses and recreation facilities, small and large su

nt in order to see the buildings that

y enclosed by pine trees until we pull up into a familiar gra

t emerge from the darkness, and th

We're actually

inor changes. It's a borderline mansion two-story si

lutely as

here, I can see my aunt standing at the top of the flights of steps leading to the burgun

ine before letting ou

. Stepping out of the car and into the evening sun, she stick

uggage in the trunk? I'll be back in a few

ng the door behind her. My eyes follow her from the wind

preparing myself for the rest of t

le to my right, I pull the l

ls stiff and sore from the eight-hour drive, so I stretch

mall and two large matching pink embroid

rrying another bag on top, I drag it against the gravel in my right

the top of the porch, my mom and aunt are passionately havin

ssion. Jennie finally looks around and down

hen her gray eyes widened. She then dashes down

grown up so much!" I wrap my arms around her

my chin further

sed yo

her arms, then looks

e home,