WolfOnTheField

Four Days Before the Full Moon Monday Afternoon: 2:31 PM Tyler Mertens yawned as he walked down the hallway, fiddling with the hall pass with both of his hands. Playfully, he tossed the rectangular wooden pass upwards in the air, spun around, catching it one-handed behind his back. He had always been a playful person, being a practical prankster since he was five years old. He had enjoyed putting jello in his father's slippers, putting a fake mouse in the cupboard for his mother to see. Throughout his childhood, he was familiar with the typical "Damnit, Tyler!" exclamation or the common scream from his mother. It was his personality to see the brightness of life, never giving into the negative attitudes of many. At the age of 15, it was that demeanor that allowed for him to be disarming, and welcomed to various spheres. Football had always been his passion, starting when he was 3-years-old, clapping when he watched Saturday college football games with his father. He knew immediately

Carl exhaled as he clicked the circular white button that would begin his live Instagram feed. He positioned his iPad and flashed his trademark smile that had gotten him so incredible viral through the app. "How you all doing this evening?' He exclaimed, smiling and feeling his cheeks spread as his wide smile erupted for all to see. He had perfect white teeth that shined, almost shined whenever he smiled. Many of his followers expressed that was one of his most attractive qualities. "So, I wanted to say hi to you all this evening cause I wanted to do something different." Carl's rise to fame in his viral career was undoubtedly his body. It went beyond his attractive Mexican-German heritage that made him stand out in the a crowd. Nor was it because he was in the American Navy and always took photographs of himself in uniform for many to drool over. It had much to do with the fact that he had an obscenely thick butt. His butt was so big and thick that followers even at one point had

Kevin stared forward in the empty coffee shop. His insecurities were soaring. He had always been sure of himself throughout his life, fully aware of who he was, what he was, and was able to cope with it. He brushed his slightly overgrown hair behind his ears and leaned against the counter, waiting for the next customer to enter. Normally on nights like this, he used the quiet as a chance to get school work done, completing homework between customers. Yet on this night, he felt dread. He didn't want to feel or experience anything. He wanted to resist, to avoid even any sensation that suggested he had internal feelings. He felt a weight in his heart, a feeling of finality. It hadn't always felt this way. Tyler used to visit Kevin at the shop, who would elicit conversations that were both random and also geared to take Kevin's mind off certain issues. He would start spouting off about upcoming movies or whether the Colts were going to make it to the playoffs again. There was a certain