"Mien Mondsheinli!" my mom yelled up the stairs. "Guten morgen!"
"I'm awake!" I yelled back. I turned on the CD player, ignoring my mom's shouts in German. I jammed the knob on the player as far as it could go, until the floorboards shook under the beat of the rock music.
I dressed for the day, deciding that bright colours would be good for the first day of school. Orange miniskirt, striped shirt, green and purple, and my new yellow sneakers. I wrapped a black belt around my waist, and topped my newly-dyed spiky, red, hair with an all-coloured cap, purposely askew.
When I got downstairs, breakfast had already been made. "No, not roshti!" I shouted. I shoved the plate of grated, fried potatoes away from me, popping a piece of toast in the toaster.
"Mien little girl-"
"Mom!" I shouted at her. "I am not a little girl. I hate you acting as if I were one. I'm not. I don't like this food you feed me, I don't like the way you want me to dress, I don't like your control over me!" I grabbed my book-bag and stormed out of the door.
Something similar happened every morning. Since moving to an English-speaking country fifteen years ago, when I was just a baby, my mom still had every single tradition, word, and manner of our German backgroud.
And my dad, though helpful against the wrath of my mom, was too often at work, as he had been this morning. I waited angrily at the bus stop, realising that I had come out of the house almost fifteen minutes early.
When the bus came, I sat dejectedly in an aisle-seat, muttering. I heard a bit of a commotion. I suppressed a growl of impatience. Finally I whipped my head around, and saw three people involved in an argument of some sort.
"Did you say I was a wolf?" one girl asked.
"Wolf..." I whispered to myself. That caught the attention of the other girl.
"Oh my goodness..." she whispered, shaking her head. "Another!"
"What?" I asked her, louder. As we were just across from each other, I swung my feet into the aisle and growled. "You look at me like I'm something unessesary and a burden. Well, go away."
"What's your name?" she asked warily.
"Not telling." I said with a smug smile, repressing a shudder.
"I'm Luna. And you and Candra," gesturing to the girl seated next to her, "are wolves. I'll explain."
"Sure as-" I broke off into a violent round of German and English swears, as a tight corner threw me into the aisle. I heard a coughing laugh, and turned towards him. He lifted his upper lip, revealing large canines. "Shut up." I growled, snatching my hat from the ground where it had fallen.