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January 3, 2008


Today is the third day of the new year and the date on which we return to school is coming nearer. Last night was the full moon and I had the worst nightmare. I hope I never have to experience it again.

My long, sleek black fur whips in the wind as I chase my prey, a young stag. I dart through the woods with the power of the forest in my paws and my claws leaving small marks in the red dirt. Ahead of me a small white tail jumps nimbly around trees, attempting to escape death. A feral smell burns my flared nostils and I know it is the horrible smell of fear coming from the stag. Suddenly I can no longer see the tail and I know the animal has tripped in our race. I see my advantage and close the remaining distance. I jump onto the flank of the fallen stag and let my claws dig into the red flesh. Blood pours onto the soil around me and as I dip my neck down to take a bite of my catch I awake.

I am left gasping for breath and barely able to hold my fingers still as I type. I am scared and I don't who I can trust to know about this terrible nightmare.