Super stuffed

Okay, for those of you who actually read these things, my latest post to Day Dreamer 101 technically isn't really a short story type thing. That's all real life. My real thoughts and stuff about my best friends new step-brother, Dean. I really started to click with him that one night. He may be perverted, but he's one of the only guys who was nice to me not because he had to be; but because he wanted to be. Kelli and Lacey are always saying how mean he is. Well, he was pretty darn nice to me and my brothers that night. And, as a matter-of-fact, he does know that I'm a Wiccan. I had my symbol written on my hand that night. He told me it was "cool." Seriously, I'm tres impressed. Now I truly don't know what he is. All of the entry is true. ALL OF IT. I am a teenage werewolf struggling with what to do right now. And, for the record, I have no idea what I am going to do. Not just about Dean, but with everything. This new pack; new responsibility. I can't stand to be around most humans now! Its so different. I always, always, walk alone now. I don't talk to anyone or make eye contact. I try not to talk to the teachers so much or give anything away that I'm different. Like now, I'm starting not to care if people know. I am proud to be what I am, and I wouldn't change it for the world. Humans can judge me all they want, but I'll always know in my heart that this is where I'm supposed to be. This is what's supposed to happen. When I hit my maturity age, I know something big is going to happen. I've seen glimpses of it. Yes, I have vision type things. That's just one thing that I know will get stronger when I'm of age. I used to have them when I was little. I don't mean like every now and again, either. I mean all the time. Even the littlest things, I'd have a vision about. People thought I was insane when I'd tell them. I never used to understand why. I thought everyone got them. I told my grandmother, she understood. She knew what was going on. But no one else did. That's why I miss her, she knew about all of this. Even the things I have yet to learn. I guess that was her reason for not telling me sooner: because she wanted me to feel it for myself. But okay, cool by me. I think it'll be a pretty fun ride. I'd better go before my father sees me typing; oh, one last thing, my parents have no idea about this. But then again, I don't know if any one's do. Hopefully I'll get to post again, but until then, au revoir.