Shea the Werewolf - 1

Siobhan Hammond

Entry 1 - December 18th, 2012

My brother Shea has seemed to be particularly off, lately. More off than usual, actually. He's always been an off person.

First of all, he has been having serious moodswings. One minute he'll be his usual upbeat and random self, the next moment sullen and grumpy. Usually I wouldn't see this as a sign of something bad as he's usually one of either, but it's been more of a violent change in mood.

Madness at Millard: Day Five

My fifth day at Millard High may have been one of my more important days for only one reason, which I'll recount later.

The day started with a ride on the bus, and it seemed like half of the kids on the bus had come down with a case of the sniffles from walking home in the rain. [or in Belinda's case, running around in circles shouting "It's raining! It's raaaaaaaaaining!"]

Madness at Millard: Day Four, Part Two

Emette laughed maniacally as everyone else either cheered or hiss, at the loss and gain of their lunch money and candy bars. He pulled out a butcher knife and glared at the students, who all gasped.

“Lessy... I shouldn't have let this happen to you...” Daisy said, near tears, trying to help him up. Leslie tried to get up again, but it was to worn out to even pull himself up. Mandy was crying under the table Cedella and Sandy were under. They were upset that Leslie lost. “C-can someone help me get my brother to the nurse?” Daisy squeaked.

Madness at Millard: Day Four, Part One

I took the bus the next day, sitting across the aisle from Dominick and Blanky, who I assumed was feeling better.

She went on to ask about what she missed the previous day, which was pretty much uneventful up until the sub came in at music class and made us watch High School Musical, which me and Dominick grumbled about for at least a minute.

“What else happened?” Blanky asked. 

Madness at Millard: Day Three

The first class of the next day was Lab class. Our experiment was to examine some small animals and write about them. I was paired with Gold so I was exhausted before even a few minutes of working, because he either kept falling asleep, or blindly running around, shouting 'BUY MY PRODUCTS! BUY MY PRODUCTS!'. 

“May I switch partners with someone, Dr. F, sir?” I asked. 

Madness at Millard: Day Two

The next day was cold and rainy. I missed the bus that day so I had to run a half-mile through the rain to the school, luckily my sketchbook didn't get wet, but I was still a little upset. Although I met a lot more people that day that I'm still friends with now.

The first class of the day was World History, something I already had studied a dozen times, so I just doodled and half-listened to what was going on. All I could tell is that the purple haired boy was at again with the blue-haired girl. Otherwise I wasn't paying attention until the Beatle-y looking boy asked; "Hey, what are you drawing?" snapping me out of my thoughts.

Madness at Millard: Day One

Okay, I suppose you all might have heard about Millard High. Stories about it in the newspaper range from it's being one of the highest ranking schools in America, to being a loony-bin of a school. I myself went to Millard High, and I am going to tell you the whole story from how I experienced it.

I am Aeolos Russo. I was a freshman at the beginning of this story. I was in the exchange student program, and the lucky female American senior student got to switch into a prestigious Roman school, while I got switched to Millard.