Paws & Claws

The spell was so familiar to her now that it just rolled off her tongue. She didn’t have to think twice about it, which was a refreshing change from all those painful lessons and all her painful mistakes. She felt her body transforming, the small bones shifting and sliding to form a new structure. She barely felt the accompanying pain anymore; it was like a familiar old friend, a dull ache that she never really forgot.

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No, she did not grow fur, thank you very much (al least not immediately anyway). Do you know how difficult (not to mention expensive) it is to keep buying new razors, just because her coarse fur shattered even the toughest blades? And no, she did not grow a long muzzle tipped with a wet dog nose. I mean, eew, just eew. She never really did like the whole wet dog smell either, although God knows she’d definitely had time to get used to it.

So anyway, getting back to the turning hairy bit (she tends to get distracted pretty easily. Probably has something to do with her having the memory of a Goldfish). Landings were so not her thing. I mean when you’re big and hairy, with claws and lots of oozy saliva (gross right?), you’re hardly focussing on being graceful and ladylike. Sure, she probably gave the poor passengers a scare but it wasn’t like they were going to scramble onto the roof to see what the hell was making all that ruckus. Oh, and FYI, just in case you were wondering where she was at this particular moment in time, it was (hold your breath) on top of a local bus. Yep, you heard right...a bus. Please, don’t ask. Or do.

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Since she was too lazy to actually wake up on time for the bus, and since that jerk Evan didn't wait for her (that annoying little twerp, he was so asking for an ass-whooping), she’d had to run for it. And please, bus drivers are NOT nice little old men, snoozing along at 10 miles an hour. They were evil, sadistic, hell spawn, who loved knocking little old ladies down, and took great pleasure in driving off if an overly pudgy passenger took too long to get on. Not that Shawn (that’s right, that IS a guy’s name. Her sister’s name was Fawn. Can you say heartless parents?) was either old or pudgy (you’d better not call her the “f” word if you want to see tomorrow). Just plain old lazy with a dash of stingy.

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So, that’s how she came to catch a ride on the bus, the “on” part being quite literal. As for the rest, maybe that’s a story for later. Right now, it was time to catch up on some overdue Math homework. (Note to self: Paws and claws are just not made for pencil-holding)

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