Beastly

A beast. Not quite wolf or bear, gorilla or dog but a horrible new creature who walks upright a creature with fangs and claws and hair springing from every pore. I am a monster. You think Im talking fairy tales? No way. The place is New York City. The time is now. Its no deformity, no disease. And Ill stay this way forever ruined unless I can break the spell. Yes, the spell, the one the witch in my English class cast on me. Why did she turn me into a beast who hides by day and prowls by night? Ill tell you. Ill tell you how I used to be Kyle Kingsbury, the guy you wished you were, with money, perfect looks, and the perfect life. And then, Ill tell you how I became perfectly . . . beastly.