Wolfsbane

Wolfsbane is a story by: Slyhades99.

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Standing in this room was weird. I was in my third foster home since my mom died. My aunt took me in, by gave me up after a week. Then my older cousin, with the same result. They all thought I was a threat or just plain weird. They might of thought I was weird, but my other cousin, Dalila, was always singing or writing poems.

"Get down here Ted. I gotta take you to the school office." yelled the foster guardian, Fred Morton.

It would be my first day at Roosevelt High School. Named after Theodore Roosevelt and Franklin D. Roosevelt, who were both born in New York.

I put on a gray shirt, fading black pants and a pair of white and blue Nikes.