Desires of a Werewolf

Sunny I turned the gas on to heat my dish. While waiting, I went beside my grandma and helped her fold our clothes. "How is your school?" Grandma asked. "Busy, but I can still manage. My classmates and I are working together to pass this course and graduate in April." I answered. "That's good to hear. Just tell me if you have things to buy or need some allowance," Grandma commented. "Grandma can help you a little." She added. My grandma has lived with us since I was ten. My grandfather lives in the province while caring for my auntie's son. "I heard from Fei that you got a job. Will you be okay?" I asked worriedly. She is already a senior citizen and can get big discounts everywhere. We always save more money when we go out, just like being a senior citizen is a big privilege. We are very, very thankful for that too! "I am still in my sixties and can still do chores. What do you think of me?" Grandma replied confidently. "What is your work then?" I asked again. "I am a houseke

Sunny "I want to rest. I am dying. This is not physical education anymore. It is more like physical exhaustion." I commented, almost out of breath. I have been running for almost half an hour already. We experience this every Friday. I am not lying. It seems like our professor does not care about us. He wants us to do what he wants and not even bother watching us. Why is he treating us like this? It is so unfair. "I want to die and vanish from this school today. I should have skipped it in the first place." Shiela also commented. It is our PE subject today. As soon as our class started, we did different activities, such as knowing our height and weight, how many seconds we could run from the 1st bottle up to the 5th bottle back and forth, our reaction time, agility, and strength, such as push-ups, curl-ups, 3 minutes of walking up and down to the ladder, and this running thing. After doing what we needed to do, we are now just running because he wants us to do it. I really hate do

Sunny "You have a wound?" he asked, looking at my hand with a big band-aid. "Ahh, yeah." I answered and slowly pulled my hands out. Why is he looking at my hands so intensely? Is it because of my wound? I tried to sway my wounded hand from left to right, and he was really following where I was swinging my hand. "Here," I said, holding out my hand. "It is just tiny. Do not be so curious about it." I added, letting him see what he wanted to see, if ever. He did not answer me and just stared at it for a while. He is now weird. He really is starting to creep me out. Is it his first time seeing a wound? He got an injury from the dog last week. So why is he looking at it as if it was his first time? "Boo!" I said, making him look at me. "Is this your first time seeing this? How rich are you?" I asked him. He glared at me before looking at my paper. There are only two reasons why he is acting like this. It's either he is rich and couldn't see something like this. If not, then he is j

Sunny"You can rest for an hour and do it later. We are not rushing you to finish this house in one go," He explains. "Just rest or not clean this floor at all. We don't force someone to do it that fast since we know ourselves that the house was too big." He added.That made me delighted. "Will you still pay my grandma whole?" I asked back.Of course, I need to make sure of her benefits first. I don't want to disappoint my grandma. It was the first time I did something big for her. Let me repeat. I want to make her proud. I don't mind cleaning the house if they pay me well. Do they know that money is a good motivator? Now they know!"Yeah, so do not worry about it. You can take a seat for a while." he answered back.After hearing him, I sat on the floor after hearing what he said. "I am so tired. There's no way one person can clean this alone. Is this house for real? How could the housekeeper clean something like this? If I was working in a place like this, I think I'll get skinny as t

Sunny "That's good," Shiela said. "How about the assignment? Are you done with yours?" I looked at Steven's chair and saw him reading a book again—such a bookworm. "Honestly, I finished mine in just a few minutes." I told her as I put my things on my chair. "A few minutes?" Shiela asked with her shocked reaction. "I do not think you have finished yours in just a few minutes. I finished mine for an hour or two." she added. Well, without his help, I do not think I will be able to finish my assignments in just an hour or two. I signaled to Shiela to get closer so I could be able to whisper what I wanted to share. "Yesterday, Grandma was sick. So, I decided to do her work." I started to share the tea. "So, what is the connection between your few minutes' assignments and your grandmother's work?" she asked with her sarcastic tone. "My grandmother is working as a housekeeper. The house she was cleaning twice a week was Steven's house." I shared. Shiela's eyes turned to a big one. She