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“And so, once you multiply twelve….” A young professor said as she sketched out an equation on a whiteboard. “You get 144. Now for the answer to the second question on your homework…” Most of the students in the classroom were busy frantically trying to copy down what their teacher was saying. The sole exception was a young, blonde woman who was seated at the very back of the class. The girl was too busy staring out the window and looking at the clouds that were flying overhead. ‘Hmm…that one looks like a bunny.’ The young adult thought to herself as she stared at one cloud. ‘Actually, maybe I should call that cloud a hare?’ “Valerie!” Valerie’s professor Ms. Natasha suddenly shouted; startling Valerie bad enough that she almost slid out of her chair. “What’s the answer to this equation?” Ms. Natasha asked as she pointed to the board. “We just covered it a few moments ago, so you should already know the answer. “Uh…” Valerie bit her lip and looked at the equation that read:

In a small lab hidden underneath a sleepy town, a group of scientists were gathered around a test chamber. The lead scientist, a man with balding hair, proudly stood before the group. “As you can see gentlemen,” the scientist began. “My team and I have finally been able to finish our latest invention.” He pointed at a black choker that rested ontop of a white table. “Behold, the sound amplifier collar!” The scientist shouted. “By wearing this collar, anyone will be able to utilize their own sound waves as a weapon.” He gestured towards a random man that was hanging out in the furthest corner of the room. “Fredrick over there will demonstrate the capability of this device.” The scientist said. Fredrick sighed before he placed the choker around his neck. He then let out a cry, producing weak, visible sound waves that barely moved the table. “Seriously, that piece of junk is what you’ve been working on?” One of the scientist asked. “How is that impressive at

FEMALE WEREWOLF TF The letterbox opened. A small, black package was forced through, and dropped to the floor. In an instant, Lilly was at the front door. She looked down, shaking with excitement, staring at the box. She slowly bent down, and delicately picked it up. She rolled it over in her hands. The black cardboard was smooth, and silver lettering glistened in the sunlight creeping through the windows. She read the words on the top of the box: "Lycanthro-Pill - One Pill, Instant Transformation" Lilly could scarcely believe that what she was holding was real. All her life, she had been obsessed with werewolves. Every Halloween, her costume was a werewolf. She had watched all the films and TV shows, and read all the books. Every birthday wish was to one day be a werewolf. When she was a teenager, she would sometimes sneak out of the house at night. She'd run to the nearby woods, undress, and pretend to transform, before spending the night running around the woods, pretending to be