Carol Lockwood walked into Tyler’s room, who was sitting on his bed, his iPod in his ears. She walked to the bed and threw a collection of photographs on it. Tyler put out his earphones and looked at the photographs. “What is this?” he asked, pretending to be dumb.
“I found this in our mail. There was a note with it. ‘Dear Mrs. Lockwood, you’re son’s a werewolf. Have a nice day’” Carol said. “Who is this person, Tyler?”
Tyler shrugged, acting careless, but doing his best to avoid his mother’s eyes. “Just some dude who needs to get laid really soon”
“These are pictures of you” Carol said, picking up one of them and tonen them to her son. “Of u turning into a monster” she continued and Tyler shivered door that choice of words.
“Ever heard of Photoshop, mom? It’s a program to pas aan pictures and if you’re really good u can do some really awesome things, like putting someone’s head on someone else’s body. of making me look like a werewolf” Tyler zei nervous.
“Where were you?” Carol asked. “You’ve been gone for weeks. Some girl tried to compel me to believe u were with Caroline, but I had vervain on me. So, where were you?”
“Why didn’t u ask me yesterday, when I got back?” Tyler now fired back.
“Because I hoped you’d have the aristocracy to come to me and tell me yourself” Carol zei reproachful. “So, I ask u again, where were you?”
“I was with Caroline” Tyler zei truthfully.
But Carol didn’t believe him and thus she walked out of the room, slamming the door shut.