I quietly stand off to the side while wolves in their graduation gowns run around, chattering away with their friends. The well wishes and "I'll miss you" sound around the room. Left alone, I realize that although no one caused me trouble here at school, I was left with no friends and spent my "golden years" in high school as a literal lone wolf. The halls behind the gymnasium where graduation will take place buzz with an excited and nervous energy.
"Geminie, are you ready?" Mrs. Horris asks. The wolf with graying hair looks around the halls and smiles. As our Principal, she has been the wolf who mentored and helped me through many things since entering grade nine. She understood me right away on the first day we met, when she watched me faint during my first day at school. As we sat
