Carol Lockwood walked into Tyler’s room, who was sitting on his bed, his iPod in his ears. She walked to the lit and threw a collection of photographs on it. Tyler put out his earphones and looked at the photographs. “What is this?” he asked, pretending to be dumb.
“I found this in our mail. There was a note with it. ‘Dear Mrs. Lockwood, you’re son’s a werewolf. Have a nice day’” Carol said. “Who is this person, Tyler?”
Tyler shrugged, jouer la comédie careless, but doing his best to avoid his mother’s eyes. “Just some dude who needs to get laid really soon”
“These are pictures of you” Carol said, picking up one of them and montrer them to her son. “Of toi turning into a monster” she continued and Tyler shivered par that choice of words.
“Ever heard of Photoshop, mom? It’s a program to éditer pictures and if you’re really good toi can do some really awesome things, like putting someone’s head on someone else’s body. ou making me look like a werewolf” Tyler a dit nervous.
“Where were you?” Carol asked. “You’ve been gone for weeks. Some girl tried to compel me to believe toi were with Caroline, but I had vervain on me. So, where were you?”
“Why didn’t toi ask me yesterday, when I got back?” Tyler now fired back.
“Because I hoped you’d have the aristocracy to come to me and tell me yourself” Carol a dit reproachful. “So, I ask toi again, where were you?”
“I was with Caroline” Tyler a dit truthfully.
But Carol didn’t believe him and thus she walked out of the room, slamming the door shut.