Sooo when I started going to school, my parents were super pushy about making sure I didn’t get into trouble or start fights or anything like that. Basically, they wanted me to do the whole fitting in thing, since, uh… I mean, yeah, in fairness, werewolves who stand out can run into a lotta trouble.

Anyway, I did what they said, I was a good kid and all that shit. Problem was, it pretty much sucked. Nobody knew shit about me, people hardly knew I existed - and they pretty clearly suspected I was a werewolf anyway. So I tried to get ‘em to pay attention to me the ‘acceptable’ way; I figured out what was in fashion, I looked nice, I acted nice, and y’know what?

It didn’t do shit.

I was getting pretty pissed about it all, and then when I was… man, fifteen, I think? Some kid in my class was messing with me, like he’d been doing all year. Nobody ever did shit about it, ‘cuz it wasn’t a big deal if he acted like a living turd, but I was over here trying to be the nice chick who everyone likes, and it didn’t fucking matter anyway.

So I broke his nose. [She grins.] I got suspended, and my parents were pretty pissed, but when I got back to school? He kept his distance. And people knew who I was.

So, uh… moral of the story, violence solves more than you’d think. The end.