Hi, my name is Alex Rogers I am an elemental werewolf. I change into a wolf and control fire. I have been on the run since I escaped Sector Seven. I am currently in class and my best friend Sam is about to present his report about his grandfather. He drops his stuff onto the desk.
"Sorry I have a lot of stuff." He says.
He fixes everything up and begins.
"For my family, "He says then gets hit in the neck by a tiny paper ball and the class laughs.
"Who did... Who did that? People responsibility!" Says the teacher.
No one says anything and Sam continues his report. Just as he finishes his report the bell rings and everyone leaves. I pack my stuff up and walk out to Ron Sam's dad's car. I climb into the back of his car just as Sam runs out of the school. Sam climbs into the car.
"A-. It's an A, though." He says.
"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see. It's an A."
"So I'm good?"
"You're good.
"Way to go young padawan," I say.
"Thanks, Alex and I am not a young padawan," Sam says.
"No problem and yes you are a young padawan." Sam sighs.
"I got a little surprise for you, son," Ron says.
"What kind of..."
"Yeah, a little surprise." Ron pulls into a Porsche dealership.
"No. No, no, no, no. Dad!" Sam yells as we pull out of the dealership. "Oh, you got to be kidding me. See?"
"Yeah. I am. You're not getting a Porsche." I start to silently laugh.
"You think that's funny?" Sam asks looking at us.
"Yup."
"Yeah, I think it's funny."
"What's wrong with you?!"
"You think I'd really get you a Porsche for your first car?"
"I don't want to talk to the two of you for the rest of this whole thing."
"Aww, but Sammy you're going to want to since I know a good car when I see one," I smirk at him and he sighs with a nod.
"That's true."