Dear Human ~ Parakeets

One more month and it will be spring break. Now every human does something on spring break. I've watched on TV that a lot of them go to Cancun or some beach resort where their tops come off and are supplied with alcohol 24/7 that entire week. That's the week I meet all 12 of my men. I have their pictures in my locker. You know, the lockers in the basement all the lycanthrope in the school are assigned to. We're stuck with more than one locker buddy while you get to have a locker all to yourself on the floor above us. I share my locker with Sophie and Sean.

Sophie happens to be the only female lycanthrope in our entire city. *remember when I told you that female lycan's are rare. Well make it one female per state and you'll get my meaning on why we end up being gay.* The sad part that she gets picked on about every single day of her life by you humans is the fact she still has horns on her head when she's in her human form. (The reason behind this is because she's a female reindeer. They're the only deer where the females can have horns as well.) Hers are starting to peal because of the spring, its making her grow crazy and putting her in a spot where she ends up rubbing her horns against the desk.

Also she happens to own a parakeet. You know those little tiny birds that look like miniature parrots and have a life span of at least a year! She owns five of them. FIVE. What's wrong with giving me one? Well you see I might have to go in depth in explaining this to you. Every domestic cat has a thing. A craving that consumes them completely and nearly forces them to act more like a cat than a human. My fathers is tunafish, my neighbor (a tuxedo cat) is goldfish, my history teacher (a tabby cat) is salted potatoes(don't ask)...mine is parakeets!

When lunch arrived this was the subject she brought up while Sean was smitten just sitting next to her. "Oh you guys should have seen it, I was playing Katy Perry in my room and my parakeet, Squiggles, starting singing along with her. It was soo cute!" Sophie giggled.

Manipulative move here.

"Really, you should show us. You only live like a couple blocks from here?" I stated innocently. She couldn't see that I was fully paying attention to every sentence that involved parakeet. So, in her sweetest smile she invited us to run over to her house and view her marvelous parakeets I was dying to eat.

Her house was on the edge of the woods and made out like a log cabin attacked by bricks. Sean opened the door meant for her, I ended up cutting in front of her so I could hurry in to track which hallway lead straight to her birds. There were pictures of who had the biggest antlers in the herd, and a baby picture of Sophie getting her hugs and kisses from her dad. "Well this is my house, are you guys still hungry after the pizza?" Sophie asked. Sean took this as the opportunity to say no, while I felt my cat, my beast shaking it's head yes! "Lets see the birds" I managed to say in a controlled voice. Can't let her see my emotional needs. Must stay in control.

She led us down a hallway were we would find more pictures of Sophie growing up from a baby to the 17 year old she was now. I enjoyed the junior year picture the most because her braces were sticking out in her big grin. No matter what, Sophie always looked sweet as a button. Which made me feel worse for wanting to eat her five parakeets for lunch. Sean opened her bedroom door for and glared at me over her shoulder for the thought of cutting in front of her again.

The smell, the beautiful scent of bird shit and feathers swarmed around us. The walls were baby blue and the blankets were bright pink. She wore her mother's cardigan sweater (who past away) and placed her bag on the chair next to the computer. The bird cage hung at the edge of her bed beckoning me to come closer. The tiny wire framed cage was brittle and weak. I could probably distract Sophie and get at least three of them in one hand. And just like that, the opportunity arouse. "I need to go pee, I'll be right back." Sophie says in her tiny voice. Sweetly and gracefully she leaves me alone with her birdcage. Completely forgetting that Sean is watching me like hawk from the doorway.

I gave him a look and said, "Don't you want to escort her to the bathroom?" Sean glares back at me and growls, "That's why we're here isn't it? It's cause of the parakeets!" Crap. I knew he'd figure it out one way or another, I was just hoping he'd be distracted by being around Sophie to notice my evil plot of wanting to consume her birds. "No." I lied. I can feel him begin to set his feet and place and dive for me if I made a move for the birds. It was either him or the birds. I winged it. I shot towards the bird cage, threw it at his charge and hoped the bottom of the cage would pop off like I planed. It didn't.

Dear Human ~Sean's Story

You and I are not alike and you have no idea what it's like to be a lycan. Of course the lime green tag bracelet on my wrist ID's me as a domestic lycanthrope. Meaning I turn into a house cat. A calico cat. And since our lycanthrope population is mostly men, because women can't survive being one of us. I'm forced to join a religion that protects us (from your monogamous and homosexual laws) from humans, to protect our jobs, our paychecks, our home, our land, our lives.

Today, I was sent a very thick envelop with the twelve men I'm suppose to marry without even meeting them, so that I can graduate high school, get a college degree, and actually have persmission from your government to drive a vehicle. The reason behind this, is because people like you, assume a lycanthrope that isn't married or lives in a pack is dangerous to society.

For example, my best friend Sean. We were four years old, turning five the next month. The bus to pick up pre-schoolers at 6:00 am in the morning (the humans got to ride at 8:00 am) stopped two blocks away from our house. The both us stood there waiting and talking about our first homework assignment (and the Mario Kart game on my Nintendo DS). Us pre-schoolers were learning the biggest thing to know that every other 4 year old needed to know. Numbers. Only thing is, Sean forgot his number sheet at home.

He got so worked up, he threw his bag down on the ground and told me he was going to run and get it. Now by running, he shifted into a baby husky. A puppy in your eyes. Just a puppy. While he was running as fast as his little legs could take him two blocks to his house. A woman came out of a house nearby and saw him. She was standing with her six year old girl and frozen with fear. She knew in her little mind that Sean was a lycan. Instantly she dials for the police and informs that there is a menace in her neighborhood, that her little girl is in danger.

A minute later, Sean comes back to the bus stop just in time for the bus to pull up and open its doors. He was so excited to go to school with me, that he couldn't shift back to human. The bus driver was the nicest human I had ever met. She was a big black woman who had tons of grand-kids. She was the type of person who would keep the little drawings you made for her and always make sure you got a muffin to eat for breakfast. When she saw Sean wagging his little tail, she said, "Hop up inside little ones. It's cold this morning." She smiled. I climbed the three stairs, dragging Sean's bag and my own, while Sean struggled just as much as I did. When we got to seat number 5. The bus driver, Mrs. Lake, asked, "Did you both get your hugs and kisses?" Sean yipped with a "yea" while I grinned up at her, "Yep, yep yep!"

I never left the house without my dad kissing me on the forehead and a big hug when he left me at the bus stop every morning. Sean's father would play him with every morning to the point they were always racing to the bus stop. Both of us had single fathers. Both of us didn't know what a mother was.

The police cruiser arrived late at the woman's house and found out we went to the same elementary her daughter did. He showed up just in time for the bus to pull up along side the side walk and got hugs from Mrs. Lake wishing us a better day then she would. Since Sean was still stuck as a husky, the police man walked up to us with a muzzle in one hand and his baton in the other.

"Howdy, critters. Looks like somebody forgot to stay human." he gave us his fake smile while Sean pleaded, "I sorry, I sorry." But the man didn't want to listen. He bent down to his knees and forced Sean into a muzzle meant for a wolf. The leash that was tied behind the muzzle was yanked hard after every "I sorry, I sorry" that came from Sean's mouth. The officer forced Sean into the back seat of his car. When I looked around for help I only saw satisfied looks on every human face. Every one of them were thinking and feeling the same thing. That a menace had been removed from the school. I watched my best friend be driven away from the school like I would never see him again.

Years went by and Sean told me the rest of the story in short detail. Somehow when the police car showed up at his house, Sean had gotten scared and peed in the back seat of the car. The officer was outraged and started beating him with the baton. After several yelps, his father stormed out of the house and broke the officers arm. This ended up where his father was arrested for assault and battery on a police officer and having to spend fifteen years in prison. The judge refused to see it as self-defense because lycanthropes can heal faster.

The harsh part, was he couldn't live with my father and I because he wasn't the same species as us. He was forced into a foster care program where he would be living with wolves till he took his first control exam at the age of 20. The first control exam is one out of three exams that shows to the government and society that we have control of our beasts. When you get to the third exam you receive citizenship. These exams are taken every five years after you turn 20.

But it doesn't mean we're free. Sean is still living with wolves, and I'm tired of living with my dad. He doesn't know I contacted the Lycanthrope Corporation to be set up to marry 12 men of their choosing. If he knew, I don't think we'd be friends anymore.

I need to get to bed, the lycanthrops in our suburb agreed to have bed time at 7:00 pm and curfew at 8:00. None of us even get to see the moon glow at midnight.

Rudolph