Hilda and I made him this nice box lined with pretty sc.r.a.ps from her quilting cla.s.s, and I thanked him out loud for being my friend for so many years, and we put him up in the closet, on the top shelf.
I felt bad about it, but if Gerry-Anne decided I was too babyish to be friends with any more, I could end up with no friends at all. When you have never been popular since the time you were skinny and fast and everybody wanted you on their team, you have that kind of thing on your mind.
Hilda and Dad made me go to school the next morning so n.o.body would think I was scared of Billy Linden (which I was) or that he could keep me away just by being such a dork.
Everybody kept sneaking funny looks at me and whispering, and I was sure it was because I couldn"t help walking funny with the pad between my legs and they could smell what was happening, which as far as I knew hadn"t happened to anybody else in Eight A yet. Just like n.o.body else in the whole grade had anything real in their stupid training bras except me, thanks a lot!
Anyway I stayed away from everybody as much as I could and wouldn"t talk to Gerry-Anne, even, because I was scared she would ask me why I walked funny and smelled bad.
Billy Linden avoided me just like everybody else, except one of his stupid buddies purposely b.u.mped into me so I stumbled into Billy on the lunch-line. Billy turns around and goes, real loud, "Hey, b.o.o.bs, when did you start wearing black-and-blue makeup?"
I didn"t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had actually broken my nose, which the doctor said. Good thing they don"t have to bandage you up for that. Billy would have been hollering up a storm about how I had my nose in a sling as well as my b.o.o.bs.
That night I got up after I was supposed to be asleep and took off my underpants and T-shirt that I sleep in and stood looking at myself in the mirror. I didn"t need to turn a light on. The moon was full and it was shining right into my bedroom through the big dormer window.
I crossed my arms and pinched myself hard to sort of punish my body for what it was doing to me.
As if that could make it stop.
No wonder Edie Siler starved herself to death in the tenth grade! I understood her perfectly. She was trying to keep her body down, keep it normal-looking, thin and strong, like I was too, back when I looked like a person, not a cartoon that somebody would call "b.o.o.bs."
And then something warm trickled in a little line down the inside of my leg, and I knew it was blood and I couldn"t stand it any more. I pressed my thighs together and shut my eyes hard, and I did something.
I mean I felt it happening. I felt myself shrink down to a hard core of sort of cold fire inside my bones, and all the flesh part, the muscles and the squishy insides and the skin, went sort of glowing and free-floating, all shining with moonlight, and I felt a sort of shifting and balance-changing going on.
I thought I was fainting on account of my stupid period. So I turned around and threw myself on my bed, only by the time I hit it, I knew something was seriously wrong.
For one thing, my nose and my head were crammed with these crazy, rich sensations that it took me a second to even figure out were smells, they were so much stronger than any smells I"d ever smelled. And they were-I don"t know-interesting instead of just stinky, even the rotten ones.
I opened my mouth to get the smells a little better, and heard myself panting in a funny way as if I"d been running, which I hadn"t, and then there was this long part of my face sticking out and something moving there-my tongue.
I was licking my chops.
Well, there was this moment of complete and utter panic. I tore around the room whining and panting and hearing my toenails clicking on the floorboards, and then I huddled down and crouched in the corner because I was scared Dad and Hilda would hear me and come to find out what was making all this racket.
Because I could hear them. I could hear their bed creak when one of them turned over, and Dad"s breath whistling a little in an almost-snore, and I could smell them too, each one with a perfectly clear bunch of smells, kind of like those desserts of mixed ice cream flavors they call a medley.
My body was twitching and jumping with fear and energy, and my room-it"s a converted attic-s.p.a.ce, wide but with a ceiling that"s low in places-my room felt like a jail. And plus, I was terrified of catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had a pretty good idea of what I would see, and I didn"t want to see it.
Besides, I had to pee, and I couldn"t face trying to deal with the toilet in the state I was in.
So I eased the bedroom door open with my shoulder and nearly fell down the stairs trying to work them with four legs and thinking about it, instead of letting my body just do it. I put my hands on the front door to open it, but my hands weren"t hands, they were paws with long k.n.o.bby toes covered in fur, and the toes had thick black claws sticking out of the ends of them.
The pit of my stomach sort of exploded with horror, and I yelled. It came out this wavery "woooo" noise that echoed eerily in my skullbones.
Upstairs, Hilda goes, "Jack, what was that?" I bolted for the bas.e.m.e.nt as I heard Dad hit the floor of their bedroom.
The bas.e.m.e.nt door slips its latch all the time, so I just shoved it open and down I went, doing better on the stairs this time because I was too scared to think. I spent the rest of the night down there, moaning to myself (which meant whining through my nose, really) and trotting around rubbing against the walls trying to rub off this crazy shape I had, or just moving around because I couldn"t sit still. The place was thick with stinks and these slow-swirling currents of hot and cold air. I couldn"t handle all the input.
As for having to pee, in the end I managed to sort of hike my b.u.t.t up over the edge of the slop-sink by Dad"s workbench and let go in there. The only problem was that I couldn"t turn the taps on to rinse out the smell because of my paws.
Then about three a.m. I woke up from a doze curled up on a bare place on the floor where the spiders weren"t so likely to walk, and I couldn"t see a thing or smell anything much either, so I knew I was okay again even before I checked and found fingers on my hands again instead of claws.
I zipped upstairs and stood under the shower so long that Hilda yelled at me for using up the hot water when she had a load of wash to do. I was only trying to steam the stiffness out of my muscles, but I couldn"t tell her that.
It was really weird to just dress and go to school after a night like that. One good thing, I had stopped bleeding after only one day, which Hilda said wasn"t so strange for the first time. So it had to be the huge greenish bruise on my face from Billy"s punch that everybody kept staring at.
That and the usual thing, of course. Well, why not? They didn"t know I"d spent the night as a wolf.
So Fat Joey grabbed my book bag in the hallway outside the Science lab and tossed it to some kid from Eight B. I had to run after them to get it back, which of course was set up so the boys could cheer the jouncing of my b.o.o.bs under my shirt.
I was so mad I almost caught Fat Joey, except I was afraid if I grabbed him, maybe he would sock me like Billy had.
Dad had told me, Don"t let it get you, kid, all boys are jerks at that age.
Hilda had been saying all summer, Look, it doesn"t do any good to walk around all hunched up with your arms crossed, you should just throw your shoulders back and walk like a proud person who"s pleased that she"s growing up. You"re just a little early, that"s all, and I bet the other girls are secretly envious of you, with their cute little training bras, for Chrissake, as if there was something that needed to be trained.
It"s okay for her, she"s not in school, and she doesn"t remember what it"s like.
So I quit running and walked after Joey until the bell rang, and then I got my book bag back from the bushes outside where he threw it. I was crying a little, and I ducked into the girls" room.
Stacey Buhl was in there doing her lipstick like usual and wouldn"t talk to me like usual, but Rita came bustling in and said somebody should off that dumb dork Joey, except of course it was really Billy that put him up to it. Like usual.
Rita is okay except she"s an outsider herself, being that her kid brother has AIDS, and lots of kids" parents don"t think she should even be in the school. So I don"t hang around with her a lot. I"ve got enough trouble, and anyway I was late for Math.
I had to talk to somebody, though. After school I told Gerry-Anne, who"s been my best friend on and off since Fourth Grade. She was off at the moment, but I found her in the library and told her I"d had a weird dream about being a wolf. She wants to be a psychiatrist like her mother, so of course she listened.
She told me I was nuts. That was a big help.
That night I made sure the back door wasn"t exactly closed, and then I got in bed with no clothes on-imagine turning in to a wolf in your underpants and T-shirt!-and just shivered, waiting for something to happen.
The moon came up and shone in my window, and I changed again, just like before, which is not one bit like how it is in the movies-all struggling and screaming and bones snapping with horrible cracking and tearing noises, just the way I guess you would imagine it to be, if you knew it had to be done by building special machines to do that for the camera and make it look real: if you were a special-effects man, instead of a werewolf.
For me, it didn"t have to look real, it was real. It was this melting and drifting thing, which I got sort of excited by it this time. I mean it felt-interesting. Like something I was doing, instead of just another dumb body-mess happening to me because some brainless hormones said so.
I must have made a noise. Hilda came upstairs to the door of my bedroom, but luckily she didn"t come in. She"s tall, and my ceiling is low for her, so she often talks to me from the landing.
Anyway I"d heard her coming, so I was in my bed with my whole head shoved under my pillows, praying frantically that nothing showed.
I could smell her, it was the wildest thing-her own smell, sort of sweaty but sweet, and then on top of it her perfume, like an ice-pick stuck up my nose. I didn"t actually hear a word she said, I was too scared, and also I had this ripply shaking feeling inside me, a high that was only partly terror.
See, I realized all of a sudden, with this big blossom of surprise, that I didn"t have to be scared of Hilda or anybody. I was strong, my wolf-body was strong, and anyhow one clear look at me and she would drop dead.
What a relief, though, when she went away. I was dying to get out from under the weight of the covers, and besides I had to sneeze. Also I recognized that part of the energy roaring around inside me was hunger.
They went to bed-I heard their voices even in their bedroom, though not exactly what they said, which was fine. The words weren"t important any more, I could tell more from the tone of what they were saying.
Like I knew they were going to do it, and I was right. I could hear them messing around right through the walls, which was also something new, and I have never been so embarra.s.sed in my life. I couldn"t even put my hands over my ears, because my hands were paws.
So while I was waiting for them to go to sleep, I looked myself over in the big mirror on my closet door.
There was this big wolf head with a long slim muzzle and a thick ruff around my neck. The ruff stood up as I growled and backed up a little.
Which was silly of course, there was no wolf in the bedroom with me. But I was all strung out, I guess, and one wolf, me in my wolf-body, was as much as I could handle the idea of, let alone two wolves, me and my reflection.
After that first shock, it was great. I kept turning one way and another for different views.
I was thin, with these long, slender legs, but strong, you could see the muscles, and feet a little bigger than I would have picked. But I"ll take four big feet over two big b.o.o.bs any day.
My face was terrific, with jaggedy white ripsaw teeth and eyes that were small and clear and gleaming in the moonlight. The tail was a little bizarre, but I got used to it, and actually it had a nice plumey shape. My shoulders were big and covered with long, glossy-looking fur, and I had this neat coloring, dark on the back and a sort of melting silver on my front and underparts.
The thing was, though, my tongue, hanging out. I had a lot of trouble with that, it looked gross and silly at the same time. I mean, that was my tongue, about a foot long and neatly draped over the points of my bottom canines. That was when I realized that I didn"t have a whole lot of expressions to use, not with that face, which was more like a mask.
But it was alive, it was my face, those were my own long black lips that my tongue licked.
No doubt about it, this was me. I was a werewolf, like in movies they show over Halloween weekend. But it wasn"t anything like your ugly movie werewolf that"s just some guy loaded up with pounds and pounds of makeup. I was gorgeous.
I didn"t want to just hang around admiring myself in the mirror, though. I couldn"t stand being cooped up in that stuffy, smell-crowded room.
When everything else settled down and I could hear Dad and Hilda breathing the way people do when they"re asleep, I snuck out.
The dark wasn"t very dark to me, and the cold felt sharp like vinegar, but not in a hurting way. Everyplace I went, there were these currents like waves in the air, and I could draw them through my long wolf nose and roll the smell of them over the back of my tongue. It was like a whole different world, with bright sounds everywhere and rich, strong smells.
And I could run.
I started running because a car came by while I was sniffing at the garbage bags on the curb, and I was really scared of being seen in the headlights. So I took off down the dirt alley between our house and the Morrisons" next door, and holy cow, I could tear along with hardly a sound, I could jump their picket fence without even thinking about it. My back legs were like steel springs and I came down solid and square on four legs with almost no shock at all, let alone worrying about losing my balance or turning an ankle.
Man, I could run through that chilly air all thick and moisty with smells, I could almost fly. It was like last year, when I didn"t have b.o.o.bs bouncing and yanking in front even when I"m only walking fast.
Just two rows of neat little b.u.mps down the curve of my belly. I sat down and looked.
I tore open garbage bags to find out about the smells in them, but I didn"t eat anything from them. I wasn"t about to chow down on other people"s stale hotdog-ends and pizza crusts and fat and bones sc.r.a.ped off their plates and all mixed in with mashed potatoes and stuff.
When I found places where dogs had stopped and made their mark, I squatted down and p.i.s.sed there too, right on top, I just wiped them out.
I bounded across that enormous lawn around the Wans...o...b.. place, where n.o.body but the Oriental gardener ever sets foot, and walked up the back and over the top of their BMW, leaving big fat pawprints all over it. n.o.body saw me, n.o.body heard me, I was a shadow.
Well, except for the dogs, of course.
There was a lot of barking when I went by, real hysterics which at first made me really scared. But then I popped out of an alley up on Ridge Road, right in front of about six dogs that run together. Their owners let them out all night and don"t care if they get hit by a car.
They"d been trotting along with the wind behind them, checking the garbage set out for pickup the next morning. When they saw me, one of them let out a yelp of surprise, and they all skidded to a stop.
Six of them. I was scared. I growled.
The dogs turned fast, banging into each other in their hurry, and trotted away.
I don"t know what they would have done if they met a real wolf, but I was something special, I guess.
I followed them.
They scattered and ran.
I ran too, and this was a different kind of running. I mean, I stretched, and I raced, and there was this joy. I chased one of them.
Zig, zag, this little terrier-kind of dog tried to cut left and dive under the gate of somebody"s front walk, all without a sound-he was running too hard to yell, and I was happy running quiet.
Just before he could ooze under the gate, I caught up with him and without thinking I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him off his feet and gave him a shake as hard as I could, from side to side.
I felt his neck crack, the sound vibrated through all the bones of my face.
I picked him up in my mouth, and it was like he hardly weighed a thing. I trotted away holding him up off the ground, and under a bush in Baker"s Park I held him down with my paws and bit into his belly, that was still warm and quivering.
Like I said, I was hungry.
The blood gave me this rush like you wouldn"t believe. I stood there a minute looking around and licking my lips, just sort of panting and tasting the taste because I was stunned by it, it was like eating honey or the best chocolate malted you ever had.
So I put my head down and chomped that little dog like shoving your face into a pizza and inhaling it. G.o.d, I was starved, so I didn"t mind that the meat was tough and rank-tasting after that first wonderful bite. I even licked blood off the ground after, never mind the grit mixed in.
I ate two more dogs that night, one that was tied up on a clothesline in a cruddy yard full of rusted-out car parts down on the South side, and one fat old yellow dog out snuffling around on his own and way too slow. He tasted pretty bad and by then I was feeling full, so I left a lot.
I strolled around the park, shoving the swings with my big black wolf nose, and I found the bench where Mr. Granby sits and feeds the pigeons every day, never mind that n.o.body else wants the dirty birds around c.r.a.pping on their cars. I took a dump there, right where he sits.
Then I gave the setting moon a goodnight, which came out quavery and wild, "Loo-loo-loo!" And I loped toward home, springing off the thick pads of my paws and letting my tongue loll out and feeling generally super.
I slipped inside and trotted upstairs, and in my room I stopped to look at myself in the mirror.
As gorgeous as before, and only a few dabs of blood on me, which I took time to lick off. I did get a little worried-I mean, suppose that was it, suppose having killed and eaten what I"d killed in my wolf shape, I was stuck in this shape forever? Like, if you wander into a fairy castle and eat or drink anything, that"s it, you can"t ever leave. Suppose when the morning came I didn"t change back?
Well, there wasn"t much I could do about that one way or the other, and to tell the truth, I felt like I wouldn"t mind; it had been worth it.
When I was nice and clean, including licking off my own bottom which seemed like a perfectly normal and nice thing to do at the time, I jumped up on the bed, curled up, and corked right off. When I woke up with the sun in my eyes, there I was, my own self again.
It was very strange, grabbing breakfast and wearing my old sweatshirt that wallowed all over me so I didn"t stick out so much, while Hilda yawned and shuffled around in her robe and slippers and acted like her and Dad hadn"t been doing it last night, which I knew different.
And plus, it was perfectly clear that she didn"t have a clue about what I had been doing, which gave me a strange feeling.
One of the things about growing up which they"re careful not to tell you is, you start having more things you don"t talk to your parents about. And I had a doozie.
Hilda goes, "What"s the matter, are you off Sugar Pops now? Honestly, Kelsey, I can"t keep up with you! And why can"t you wear something nicer than that old shirt to school? Oh, I get it; disguise, right?"
She sighed and looked at me kind of sad but smiling, her hands on her hips. "Kelsey, Kelsey," she goes, "if only I"d had half of what you"ve got when I was a girl-I was as flat as an ironing board, and it made me so miserable, I can"t tell you."
She"s real thin and neat-looking, so what does she know about it? But she meant well, and anyhow I was feeling so good I didn"t argue.
I didn"t change my shirt, though.
That night I didn"t turn into a wolf. I laid there waiting, but though the moon came up, nothing happened no matter how hard I tried, and after a while I went and looked out the window and realized that the moon wasn"t really full any more, it was getting smaller.