And with the ding of the bell, there was much joy to be had. “LUNCH!” More than one kid cried enthusiastically.
And so, the kids were running off to the lunchroom and some to the playground. The weather was still nice so the teachers were allowing the kids to eat outside.
Britanny and Danielle were one of the few kids to head straight outside, since they had bagged lunches. After all, as far as little Britanny Saotome was concerned, NO ONE could make a tunafish sandwich better than her mommy, Jetta. Still, it was just weird that Jetta didn’t seem to enjoy tuna as much as she did.
Danielle ran by her friend’s side, laughing all the way. “Race you to the tree.”
Smiling, Britanny told her bestest best friend, “YOU’RE ON!” And with a giggle, she started running for all her worth.
Danielle pushed herself to the limit and managed a win, though she won by less than a second.
Britanny pouted a little. “Nuts!” She whined, before sticking her tongue out at Danielle. “I’ll beat you next time, Danni!”
Giggling at her friend, Danielle plopped down unceremoniously. “That’s what you say everyday, Brit!”
“And one of these days, I’ll do it too!” Britanny chimed proudly, before plopping down on the grass next to her bestest best friend in the whole-wide-world. “So what do you have for lunch?”
“My mommy packed some chicken for me. How about you?” Danielle asked just as she opened her lunch box.
Opening her paperbag, Britanny held up her aluminum-foil wrapped fishy goodness. “Tuna!”
Danielle rolled her eyes. “Why am I not surprised?”
Britanny smiled and unwrapped her sandwich. Looking at it with hungry eyes, the little spotted blonde-haired girl mumbled, “Tuna...” Right before devouring it like a ravenous wildcat.
Danielle ignored her friend’s antics, she was used to them anyway, and dug in herself.
After liking her fingers clean, Britanny looked at Danielle eating her chicken with wrap fascination. “How come you’re not eating the bones?”
Danielle stopped eating and turned to give her friend a confused look. “You don’t eat the bones, Brit.”
Britanny blinked her eyes once, twice, “But my mommy always eats everything when she eats chicken. Meat, bones, and all.”
“... You’re putting me on,” Danielle accused with a smirk, knowing Britanny was most likely trying to pull a fast one.
“Nuh-uh,” Britanny said. “I do it too. Mommy told me never to waste any part of an animal.”
Danielle pouted. “My mommy told me to be careful with the bones.”
Britanny tilted her head to the side. “I wonder why. They’re not bad. Not as tasty as the meat, but they’re supposed to be good for you.” Britanny then pouted a bit as that reminded her about what daddy told her about eating vegetables. Yuck!
“Well I’m not eating them. My mommy said not to and I won’t!” Danielle said proudly and turned back to her lunch. “Your mommy is weird.”
Britanny pouted. “My mommy’s not weird!” Britanny then smiled brightly. “She’s my mommy!”
“I saw her lift your couch once,” Danielle said. “That’s heavy.”
Smiling Britanny nodded her head as she proudly told her friend, “My mommy’s tough!”
“My mommy always reads a story for me to go to sleep,” Danielle said trying to one-up her friend.
Britanny tilted her head. “Mommy doesn’t always tell me stories before I go to sleep. But daddy always tells me stories about...” Britanny’s eyes widened. “Danni! That doggy is stealing your lunchbox!”
Danielle turned and her eyes widened. “No!” She screamed and reached for her bag, but it was too late. The brown ‘dog’ had the strap of the lunchbox between its jaws and was running off with it.
“Hey!” Britanny shouted. “Come back with Danni’s lunch!” Britanny then took off quickly to try and catch the bad doggy.
Danielle jumped to her feet and gave chase, but very soon she tired and fell to her knees.
Yet, her friend kept going...
...Even if it meant leaving school grounds! “Brit’s gonna get in sooooooo much trouble...” Danielle thought seriously for a moment.
The dog continued to run and took a turn down an alley.
And so, Britanny chased the bad doggy, making sure to keep up. “Give Danni back her lunch, meanie!” She cried out as she continued to give chase.
The alley, as it turned out, was a dead end and so the dog was cornered and trapped.
Britanny frowned and held out her hand, “Okay now, drop it! Give me back Danni’s lunch!”
The dog seemed to understand Britanny’s words, to the girl’s shock, and shook its head vigorously. A growl coming from its stomach telling Britanny just how hungry it was.
Britanny pouted a little. “Aw, you were hungry, huh?” Smiling a little, she stepped forward slowly as to not scare the ‘doggy’ and opened Danielle's lunch-box. “Well, maybe she won’t mind you having ONE piece of chicken.” She then held out a drumstick to the ‘doggy’. “Go on.”
The ‘dog’ seemed reluctant for a moment, but another growl made it drop the strap of the lunchbox and bite the piece of chicken out of Britanny’s hand. It was a funny thing to see, though, since it appeared as if the dog was having trouble munching on it.
Britanny blinked her eyes. “You don’t want to eat the bone? That’s odd...”
The ‘dog’ turned back to Britanny and barked.
Britanny blinked her eyes. “It’s good for you,” She said, and to prove her point, broke the end off of drumstick and started to chew it vigorously before swallowing. “See?”
The ‘dog’ tilted its head to the side and barked again. Its eyes were far-too intelligent for an animal.
Britanny looked at the animal curiously, truly looking back at it. Its markings weren’t like any ‘dog’ she’d ever seen before. If anything, it reminded Brit of her mommy. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a werewolf...”
The ‘dog’ barked again, nodding its head vigorously.
Britanny blinked her eyes. “You mean you ARE a werewolf?”
Barking and wagging its tail in excitement the young wolf continued to nod.
“Oh wow! That’s neat!” Britanny shouted, thoughts of getting her friend’s lunchbox back to her on the backburner. “My mommy’s a werewolf too!” Yes, her thoughts of how her mother always told her to keep their true nature a secret on the backburner as well.
The wolf cub barked some more, in different intervals, as if it was trying to talk to Britanny.
Britanny raised an eyebrow, trying to understand what the young wolf was saying. “You don’t believe me?”
The wolf seemed to sigh in frustration and barked again.
Britanny pursed her lips. She then had an idea, and shifted to her own hybrid form, a werecheetah. Of course, she was still wearing her dress.
The werecheetah cub began to meow, hoping the werewolf cub might understand her.
No such luck. After staring for a moment the wolf continued to bark in frustration.
Britanny meowled back, hoping to figure out something.
And then both weres found themselves drenched as a woman who was leaning out her window threw water upon them from a bucket. “QUIT THE RACKET ALREADY!”
When the woman went back into her apartment, Britanny started shaking her body to get as much water out of her fur as she could.
The young wolf looked utterly miserable as it shook as well.
Britanny shifted back to human form. “We better get back to human form. At least we can go home and get dried...” She then looked back at the werewolf who had yet to change. “Well?”
The wolf pup growled and shook its head miserably.
Britanny’s eyes widened. “You don’t know how to change!?”
The wolf barked and nodded. At last she understood!
Blinking her eyes once, twice, thrice, Britanny said, “That’s silly! It’s easy! Just concentrate on being human and it’ll happen!”
The wolf tried, it seriously did, but it didn’t do any good.
Britanny kneeled by the young werewolf. “Come on. It’s not difficult. Picture yourself in your mind... Think of your senses when you’re like that...”
After what seemed like an eternity of struggling the wolf finally started to change forms. When it did the wolf was then a little girl that Britanny recognized from school, a girl in the year class above hers. “...That was... New...”
“Hey!” Britanny pointed her finger at the girl. “You’re that sister to Jenny Diggers, the genius girl!”
“It’s Gina. Her name’s Gina Diggers,” The girl corrected.
“Oh,” Britanny said. “Still I didn’t know you were a werewolf.”
“I didn’t either,” The brown-haired girl admitted, feeling VERY confused.
Britanny frowned. “How long were you stuck like that?”
“All day long. I...” The girl trailed off when she realized she was naked. “Um...”
Britanny blinked her eyes as she noticed the other girl’s predicament. Taking off her own jacket since she had worn it to go outside, she offered it to the other girl. “It may be a bit small, but here.”
The girl put the jacket on and nodded. “Thanks.”
Britanny nodded. “What’s your name?” Just because she recognized the girl didn’t mean she knew her.
“Brenda. Brenda Diggers. And who are you?” Brenda asked.
“Britanny!” Britanny chirped proudly. “Britanny Elin Saotome!”
Brenda smiled and offered her hand. “Thank you again.”
”No problem," Britanny said as she took it. She then took on a thoughtful look. “I don’t think we can get you back to school like this. Where’s your house?”
Thinking a moment, Brenda pouted. “It’s five blocks away.” Thankfully, she inwardly added. She didn’t feel like walking too long naked from the waist down.
“Okay then!” Britanny said. “Lead the way.”
Brenda did so, looking to both sides of the alley to make sure there were no people on the street, and rushed off at a run.
And Britanny followed as best she can, noticing as they got further, they were heading towards the ‘good’ neighborhood. A place where people had acres of land, and probably lawn-care specialists to take care of it for them. “You live around here!?”
Brenda nodded as she continued running and pointed down the street. “That’s my house.”
Britanny looked to the especially rather large house at the end of the street. “You like THERE!?” She asked in complete awe.
Brenda nodded, still nervously looking everywhere. Thankfully they didn’t run into anyone.
Britanny followed Brenda to the front door... Which took about a five minute sprint to reach...
“And what Else could be more important than school!?”
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