Waking with a terrified sounding scream, a teenage boy had fallen out of his bed. He stands up and looks at his alarm clock, 5:30 A.M. it said in blod dark red numbers. He had been having horrid nightmares for the passed three weeks.<span style="font-style: italic">Again? The same one. And of course I wake up at the same time.</span>He thinks. He lets out a sigh and decides to get up and get ready for school. There was no since in him trying to get back to sleep, because he wouldn't be able to since he had insomnia. He was in the middle of putting on a pair of black skinny jeans when there was a knock at the door. He quickly puts them on and goes to the door. He looks out the peep hole. Two police officers were standing on the front porch.<span style="font-style: italic">What did I do this time?</span>He thinks as he unlocks the door and opens it. He wasn't exactly what you would call a "good boy", he occasionally would get into trouble. "Can I help you officers?" he asks. The one nods, "May we come in? We have some news for you," One says.<br/><br/>Fang nods and lets them in. One of them looks at him, "You may want to sit for this," he says. Fang nods and sits down. "Ok, so what is this so called news?" he asks emotionlessly. Both officers look at him sullenly. "Fang, your parents are both dead, we found their bodies this morning, torn to shreds, it looks like the work of some kind of animal," the one says. The other looks at him, "Do you have any next of kin?" he asks. Fang nods, "Yeah, my grandparents, they live in Plain Park, it's a small town in Idaho," he says. Both officers nod. "We will contact them immediately, and we'll contact the school...telling them that you will not becoming in today," the other says. Fang only nods and watches them leave.<br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>On the day of his parents funeral, it was a dark and dreary, it was pouring down rain. Not very many people showed up, because very few people knew his parents. Once the funeral was over, he headed back to his house, grabbed his stuff and headed toward his grandparents car. He got in and headed toward his new home. His parentâ€™s death had to happen in the summer, which meant that he had to start he last year of highschool at a new school.<span style="font-style: italic">Good, maybe I can start a new slate, so to speak</span>he thinks as he watches the cars go by down the high way.<br/><br/>His grandparents lived in a large brown and white farm house, it was surrouned by acres and acres of woods, part of them was fenced in and part of it was not. His grandmother looked at him. â€œIâ€™m sorry, until we clear a room for you, you have to live out in the garage, we have a cot and dresser set up fro you back there,â€ she says. He nods and goes back to where he would be staying. Fang noticed as he walked to his new â€œRoomâ€ that a pack of wolves was staring at him from behind the fenced in area. They began to follow him.<span style="font-style: italic">Probably part of their experiemnt</span>he thinks as he goes inside the garage. His granparents were scientists. They had been doing research on wolves for a long time, and this was part of their experiement, to see if hand-raised wolves could live in a wilderness environment.<br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>The summer months  passed qickly. Fang sighs as he gets onto a black motorcyle, his grandparents had bought it for him, as a birthday present.<span style="font-style: italic">Time to go to schoolâ€¦joy</span>He thinks as he starts it up and goes down the long twisting drive-way. He lived about half a mile away from the school. Once he reached it, he found a parking spot and parked his motorcycle. As he got off, people began to stare and to mutter to each other and point at him. The bell rang, signaling for them to go to class. Most of the classes moved slowly, this was the last class before lunch period. It was english.â€œClass, this is Fang,  our newest student, he moved here over the summer,â€ Ms. Tampson said. The students in the class began to stare at him as if he were a side-show freak. Fang found a seat in the back of the class and sat down. He notice that everyone was dressed in high-fashion clothes except for one. He had seen her in the hallway before.  He noticed that she was staring at him intensely. â€œFang, where did you move from and why?â€ the teacher asked. â€œI moved from Ohio, because both my parents were killed by an animal,â€ he says emotionlessly.<br/>The teacherâ€™s face looked grim, she felt embarrassed from asking that question. â€œOk, we just got done talking about Macbeth, does anyone know the meaning behind it?â€ she asks. The students began to groan and complain. Fang had read almost all of Shakespearâ€™s works, he wasnâ€™t your tippical student, he shouldnâ€™t even be in an average highschool, he should be in a private school for gifted students, he was extremely smart, probably even a genius. Fang then raised his hand, the students stared at him, even the teacher. â€œYes, Fang?â€ She asks.  â€œThe meaning behind Macbeth is that blind ambition is bad and will only result in destruction.â€ She nods, surprised that he would know that. â€œThat is erâ€¦ummâ€¦correct,â€ she says.<br/><br/>The students all stared at him. â€œOk, since we are done with this, itâ€™s time for your final project,â€ the teacher says. All the students groaned. â€œAnd I will be picking your partners,â€ she says. This made the students groan again. It took the teacher several minutes to create the partners. Fang and the girl that was dressed just like him were the only ones left.  Fang lets out a sigh.<span style="font-style: italic">Of Courseâ€¦joy</span>he thinks.  The teacher looks at both of them, â€œFang and Rin Wallace, you two will be partners.,â€ She says to them.  â€œAlright class, your project is to write your own tradgey, like Shakespear. Itâ€™s due in two weeks,â€ She says and the students groan again. The bell soon rings, signaling it was lunch time.