Carson Wilmot was just an average kid. I didn't have special talents. I wasn't an artist. I wasn't brilliant, or athletic. Just your average 15 year old. I was 5,9 and skinny with brown, strait hair that hung over his eyes. Speaking of my eyes, they were the only special thing about me. My friend had described it as if my eyes were green with orange rings that seemed to suffocate his pupils. I lived in a small town called Oak Village, Georgia, with my parents, my mother Margaret, my father Raymond, and my older Brother Kai. Every year My family and I made there way up to West Virginia to see their cousins. Every year I dreaded the twelve hour car trip, mostly because of my raging adhd. If there was a competition for adhd, yours truly would be a three time gold medalist. My seemingly minuscule attention span had earned him a brand of stupidity, that would cause most to write me off. But after this dreaded trip, I was unlikely to ever be written off again
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How to be a Teenage Werewolf
WerewolfCarson was an ordinary 15 year old, until his trip to Virginia. His whole family is attacked and he uncovers a dark secret about an old wives tale. Can he over come the Wolf inside, or will be overcome by his beastly urges. Rated M for Vulgar langu...
