I Was a Teenage Seawolf

By Linda Haverstock

On an eighth-grade whale-watching trip he will always remember Ryan gets pushed into the Canadian ocean by the lovely Tiffany. The boat goes on its way leaving him in a pod of killer whales. And, man, it's cold! But wait, he seems to be changing...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linda Haverstock
• Release date: Mar 2, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301967636

Linda Haverstock

I live on Harstine Island in Washington State. I love science and history and love to visit places loaded with both. I try to write things to let others know how interesting they are.I've been dumped over on a sailboat, ridden in a submarine and seen a large shark out the window, been bitten by a porpise and a snake (but not at the same time),watched a cougar slink across a reservation road at sunset. But my favorite thing is to read a really good book.

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I WAS A TEENAGE SEAWOLF

By

Linda Haverstock

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2013 by Linda Haverstock

All Rights Reserved.

CHAPTER ONE

Splash

Oh, my God, I’m falling off the boat and I’m landing right on top of the killer whale pod. Tiffany’s cookie is still in my hand. Sheez. I go into the water with a smack and miss the orcas, but the raw icy water feels like a hammer as I hit. The shock of the whole thing stuns me and for what seems like forever I go down, way down. I see bubbles, only clouds of bubbles all around me. The splash vibrates in my ears, but the thrumming of the ship’s motor is taking over.

My body is rigid with cold. My parka is riding up in my face. My sloggy pants weigh a ton. My untied tennies are coming off my feet. And it’s cold and getting dark down here. The cookie has disintegrated. I wonder if chocolate is poisonous for orcas.

I need to go up, up to the air, up and find a way out of this ice bath. But with the cold and my clothes, all I am barely able to slow the dive.

Seaweed—seaweed in my face. Nice touch. I’m trying to kick and I got this nasty kelp wrapped around my legs. Thanks, Tiffany, for killing me over a Nanaimo bar.

Holy crap! Something big and dark is coming my way. It can only be a killer whale. Chomped to death by a sea monster—what a way to go. This is a game I can’t reboot. It’s my life. And it’s gone.

One of those orcas is coming through the kelp forest beneath me. It bumps my feet and I start to rise. It’s taking me up to share me with the others. They’re going to eat me right in front of Tiffany and the rest of the eighth graders. She’ll have flashbacks the rest of her life reliving her heartless shove, the attack, and the sight of the blood and the gore that will be left like scum on the water. Well, she’s the one who shoved me in. She’ll only be getting what she deserves.

I’m coming up, Tiffany. Brace yourself for the carnage.

Rising in the water with the whale’s help, I’m warming up. I’m growing? This is craziness! I’m blowing up. I’m gargantuan. My hands are fins—big fins. My feet are sticking together and, what is going on? I’m the size of a car. Is it the air in my lungs expanding as I rise? Are you kidding me? My eyes are moving further and further apart. My head’s going to bust and my brains will spill out.

I’m coming up to the surface and I’m all swollen and weird. Oh, no, I’d rather die than have the kids see me this way. Oh, well, the orcas will probably rip me apart before they see