Plot
Home life is terrible, and school is even worse. You don't fit in anywhere. Except with your friends. All of you know what's it like to be outcasts. Every single one of you. One day, a member of your group tells you all about a condemed furnace at the edge of town and how cool it is, so you go there. It is cool, you admit. The generators are rusty and the ladders leading up their giant sides can be unstable in places, but you can still climb to the top. Then, you find some weird-looking red mushroom with white splotches. Jokingly, one of the group suggests they try and eat it. Well, you all smoke, so why not? So you cook some of them with your friends and eat them. With the car spilling a deep beat from the raidio, you feel like dancing, and you remember reading a book on werewolves. So you get up and start yelling, "I want to be a wolf!! A wolf! A wolf!" it's all just for fun, and your friends join in. Then, you decide you will be a wolf, and you drop down on all fours. Your coat is warm and protective. Looking up, you howl to the moon. The next thing you know, your friends are wolves, too. They dart around you, tounges lolling and yapping excitedly.
Wait...what? How the heck--?
As soon as you think about the magic, it's gone, and the fearsome beasts are circling you. Afraid, you cry out, and your friends are themselves again. Everyone is freaked out and you all go home. As soon as you can, you search for the mushroom on google, and you learn that it's called the Aminita Manatra or the "rot-eater god" and Indians used to use them in ceremonies. It let them become wolves, cats, birds and even reptiles. When you tell your friends, they're shocked. Even you have trouble believing it, so you all go back. It takes a lot of courage and you all eat the mushrooms again. Like before, you dance and yell, and you are all wolves. It feels amazing. You throw away all your human thoughts and let the instincts take over. After a while, you go from being a wolf for seconds, to minuites, and then hours.
You walk the day as outcasts, and you prowl the night as wolves.
