(The Prankster)

Thankfully, I had no other awkward encounter or staring contest with Mr. Greek God. It wasn't like I was looking forward to it either... duh! I researched about the assignment that Ms. Bennett gave us, she taught us Genetics. Lost in Anne Marie, I'm searching about the patterns of DNA when suddenly I hear a noise.

I live in a dorm room and I'm sure it might be a noise from my neighbors but being the curious one its my right to check. Right? So, I stand up to move towards the door when something else catches my eye.

Oh no... no no no! my eyes need serious medical treatment dude. It's that freaking wolf again and this time I'm ninety percent sure that it's looking towards me... wait scratch that I'm hundred and ten percent sure that it's looking at my window. Ok! now I have two choices, either I cower and go to sleep where I'll probably not sleep and end up thinking a thousand ways this wolf can come to my room and kill me while I'm sleeping or I can go out and see for myself if it's not some stupid teenager doing a prank. I mean they tend to do this kind of stuffs for You tube... right?

Gathering all of my bravery in the baseball bat that chance gifted me before I shifted here, I'm out of the door and running toward the gates. I reach around and the wolf is nowhere. I look around to see when I catch him sitting under a tree, licking its paw and looking towards my window with a longing and anxiety (might as well be missing its prey eh).

I tiptoe toward it and hold my baseball bat firmly... in case this wolf thought of attacking me or it's a teenage looking for trouble, I can surely scare them with it. Yup, that's my plan. I almost walk without making sound, totally concentrated on the wolf when a branch out of nowhere crunches under my foot. Dammit... what the hell. I look up and freeze immediately because the wolf is no longer looking at the window but directly at its prey. Now would be a good time to run Shia, I tell myself.

But hey, I'm brave and strong. I mean that's what I tell myself "What are you doing here kid? Trying to scare some big girls to boost up your tiny ego", I ask the wolf, still hoping that its friend would come out of their hiding spot and apologies. The wolf keeps staring at me while licking its paw as if relaxed and have nothing to worry about because its prey has come to him by itself. Stupid stupid girl. After about a minute which feels like an hour, the wolf stands up and start walking leisurely with a smirk on its face as if saying Bitch! you've dug your own grave. And I realize that I might never be able to tell my grandchildren that your grandma had been such a stupid girl.