Chapter 9

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“No way in hell am I wearing this!”

I woke up this morning to find my school uniform neatly folded and sitting on a chair at the foot of my bed.

Yes that’s right, a school uniform. What Hunter and everyone else forgot to mention was that their high school was a private school, where you have to where uniforms.

And the worse part is the look of the uniforms.

It was a dark green check skirt, with a matching tie and a white shirt, and a plain green sweater and blazer. The skirt was so short it qualified for a belt and the shirt was so tight it felt like it was made for a six year old. The school shoes were black with white socks.

The name of the school was embroider onto the sweater “WOLFSBANE HIGH”

That’s right they named their school after a plant, not just any plant, a plant rumored to kill werewolves. And what are we? Freaking werewolves.

Standing in front of the full length mirror, staring at myself with disgust, I looked like a slut. It’s like the whole outfit got shrunk in the wash or something or it was made for a six year old.

I marched out of my room towards my brother’s room, and without knocking on the door barged in.

“Jake, I’m not wearing this!”

“Hmm… what?”

He was still in bed and just managed to pop his head out before he saw what I was wearing. I thought his eyes were going to bulge out of his head.

“I’m not wearing this toddler suit.”

“Why’s it so short and tight? Your breasts look like they are about to break the buttons of your shirt.”

Covering my breasts with my hands, and tuning red.

“Why are you looking at my breasts? And I don’t know. Maybe someone popped it in the dryer and it shrunk.”

“They’re like right in my face. You think I want to see my sister’s boobs first thing in the morning?”

He made a sour face and looked like he was going to throw up any second.

“Okay, I agree you can’t go to school like that, change into something else and we will get it sorted out.”

Feeling triumphant I walked out of his room shutting the door. I headed towards my room and looked down feeling my skirt ridding up. I tried pulling it down muttering to myself.

“I can’t believe they expect me to wear this two year old costume. What is it? Halloween or something?”

I crashed into a hard muscled chest. I felt hands catching me around my upper arms to steady me.

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