I've been thinking about werewolves.
More specifically the werewolves in the predominantly vampire-focussed Twilight saga and their effect on the emotionally insecure teenagers who identify with the characters in this recent pop culture hit about a high school girl with no self esteem and the ninety year old guy who wants to date her. What? You've never thought of the story that way before? Bah, and you call yourself a fan. Anyway, back to the true life story which I'm trying to tell you and which is set in San Antonio, Texas. It appears that students in the John Marshall High School these have started a group dedicated to being one of the werewolf pack from Twilight.
"We're not a gang at all. Gangs are posers. They just want attention. The pack, like, we're a family and we go to each other for our problems." said pack member Katze Lupus Burn without a trace of irony about her name change. She gave the interview about her pack while wearing the pack uniform of lupine contact lenses, plastic fangs and a tail stitched into the back of her trousers, showing everyone the difference between posers who are looking for attention and her pack. Another pack member asserted "We're not to be feared." when questioned about the reputation the pack was gaining. As the skull of a dog that had gone missing was found in the possession of the pack leader, alpha wolf Wolfie Blackheart (seriously, these names are like a ten year old's comic book) I'd hate to see what he thinks should be feared. After all, we all know animal mutilation is one of the signs of future serial killers.
Now I realise that by writing this I'm giving these
children werewolves the attention that they obviously don't want. I mean the uniforms and name changes blatantly point out that they hate attention being drawn to themselves, and that is such a rare thing in a teenager these days. Usually they'll hook onto anything they can to try and make themselves both fit in and stand out at the same time. Yes, I realise that I'm drawing undue attention to them and their mature way to hang out with friends and deal with their problems, but it's just too good a story to miss out on. In fact, I'd have to be, wait for it, howling mad not to write it up.