As soon as my paper was passed back to me, turned over, I stared at the back of it in anticipation. What had she meant by, ‘sorting paper’? Was this gonna be like that Harry Potter dude and his Sorting Hat, or whatever it was called? I held my breath and flipped it over. At the top of the test were words that looked like they’d been drawn in blood. The words were, ‘Werewolf. Move to the right, please.’ I looked up and saw everyone in the room up and moving. Out of the thirty people in the class, twenty eight were on the right side. The only two left were Amy and I. Amy smiled slightly at me, showed me her paper. It said, ‘Werekat. Please move to the left.’ Amy got up and went to the left side of the room. Her words had been written in black. Mine in blood.

What the hell?

I got up and moved over to the group that said Werewolf, and Joseph came up and showed me his paper. Black ink, words Werewolf. I showed him mine, and his face grew pale with shock and he backed off a few steps, lost his grin. I trembled.