I couldn’t tell you how I got this way because I really don’t know. It started when I was young, maybe seven years old. The only people who know about my little secret is my parents, my older sister, and an old friend. The rest of the world is oblivious to my secret identity.
I hate myself for it. I am a monster. I can’t control it. Every 25th day of the month I turn into the monster I am. I assume this is because I was born on March 25th. The torvosaurus is is 30 feet long and 8 feet tall. Fossils of the torvosaurus have been found in North America in Colorado and also in Portugal. I also live in Colorado. Every 25th I into a 30 foot long, 8 foot tall, human eating dinosaur. I am truly a monster.
Believe it or not nobody has found out about my secret yet. Even if I wanted to tell someone they would think that I was crazy. If someone ever saw me out in the night on the 25th no one believe them. They would think they were either insane or had a bit too much to drink. The torvosaurus is a carnivore. Back around 144 million years ago its diet contained large plant eating dinosaurs like the…show more content… Them I see it out of the corner of my eye. I fierce grey wolf is prancing through the woods. Grey wolves in the U.S. natural habitats are mostly in the forests and grasslands. I turn and charge straight for the beast. As I near the wolf something slows me down. I feel peace and not murderous intentions. Something about the wolf just makes me stop. The wolf has often been symbolized as a token of wisdom and strength. All the sudden I turned back. This had never happened before. It was impossible I had thought. I hadn’t even killed anything yet. I was back to my normal self. The wolf just sat there staring at me. Then it started to convulse and move around It laid on the ground and started to transform. Its fur turned into skin and brown eyes into blue. Then it was a boy. I was confused and speechless. Was I
