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Notes from a Hairy-Not-Scary Werewolf andlt;link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../styles/9781442482081.css"andgt; andlt;h2 andgt;andlt;a id="ch01"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;a id="page_1"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;MONDAY, APRIL 9andlt;/h2andgt; andlt;BRandgt;Itand#8217;s five in the morning and Iand#8217;ve just woken up to find my bedroom trashed. My bookcase is overturned, my games are scattered all over the floor, and my study notes are in shreds.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;It must have been a burglar. What if theyand#8217;re still in the house?andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img width="550" height="429" src="../images/f0001-01.png" alt="images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_2"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;I should go and fight them. I should dish out some vigilante justice.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;On second thought, I think Iand#8217;ll just wait here a little.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img width="72" height="72" src="../images/bone.png" alt="images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;This is weird. Iand#8217;ve just been downstairs and found that nothing was damaged. No windows were broken, no locks were forced, and nothing was missing.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;I think I did the damage myself. What other explanation can there be?andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img width="72" height="72" src="../images/bone.png" alt="images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Iand#8217;ve worked it out now. I must be a sleepwalker. Oh God, why is this happening now, so soon before my exams? Okay, I need to calm down. Iand#8217;m sure this was a one-off incident brought on by exam stress. School starts again today. I need to forget about it.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_3"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img width="72" height="72" src="../images/bone.png" alt="images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;This morning I strolled into school as though nothing had happened. Iand#8217;m not the sort of weirdo who trashes their room in the night, I told myself. Iand#8217;m a class monitor with excellent grades predicted for my exams, who has earned the respect of my peers. As I walked through the school gates, Tyson from my class shouted: and#8220;Ginger nut!and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Okay, that bit about the respect of my peers isnand#8217;t entirely true. But it should be. Iand#8217;m president and founding member of both the chess club and the debating club. Yet my immature schoolmates insist on hurling abuse about the color of my hair.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;We have a tradition at our school where everyone puts their hands around their necks and shouts, and#8220;Choke!and#8221; if you donand#8217;t reply to an insult quickly enough. To avoid this, Iand#8217;ve prepared a number of comebacks:andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_4"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;Them: and#8220;Hey! Carrottop!and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Me: and#8220;Actually, the top of a carrot is green, not orange.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Them: and#8220;Youand#8217;ve been drinking too much Sunny Delight.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Me: and#8220;Sugary drinks donand#8217;t affect hair color, although they can cause acne and obesity, so perhaps youand#8217;re the one whoand#8217;s been drinking them.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Them: and#8220;Is Ron Weasley your mum?and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Me: and#8220;No. Is Hagrid yours?and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Soon none of this will matter. My ignorant schoolmates will fail their exams and head for the nearest unemployment office, while Iand#8217;ll go on to sixth-form college, university, and a glorious andlt;a id="page_5"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;career in politics. And my first act will be to make teasing someone about their hair color an official hate crime.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img width="375" height="260" src="../images/f0005-01.png" alt="images"andgt;