Curse of the Werewolf poster

I looked around. I knew nobady on this stinky bus, but somehow i felt right at home. As if running away from all my problems and troubles was a solution. But deep down i knew that this would hurt in the future. I had left my family, my friends, my loving boyfriend Eric. But this was all for their own good. I didnt belong in their world. I was a monster that would and could never be tamed. So as i sad successivo to that fat old man, with the ketchup stain on his shirt, a big grin swept across my face. Because eventhough i didnt know where i was going, i could tell i was right at home. Where no one knew who i was, and i could finally start all over.