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1 - Match Three - Levi

The Volkov family. We’re big, rich, and infamous for being just a little feral. See, my family is really into football, and my father even owns a team. Several of my brothers and cousins play professionally, and they’re known for getting more than a little rowdy at games. The kind of people who roughhouse for morale and dump gatorade on each other after games.
All this to say, nobody knows just how feral we really are. As I dressed myself in a dark grey blazer and a snazzy red tie, I was excited to get to join the family business. The real family business.
“LEVI!” My older sister yelled for me from downstairs. I was running just a little late, but I was at a loss as to where my shoes were. I couldn’t just wear my beat up tennis shoes, even though they were much more comfortable, as this was a formal event. The Moonlight Gala. It was very important, not just to my family, but to many others. I needed to dress to impress, and that meant figuring out where my dress shoes were. I glanced around my room, it was messier than it should have been, but I hated to clean so I didn’t bother. There were some clothes on the floor, over my chair, and a pair of my glasses were perched atop my floor length mirror. They were debatably fancier than my current glasses, which were round and meant to balance out my more angular face. Looking into the mirror, and being distracted from my goal of finding my shoes, I decided I needed to fix my hair.
I rummaged through my bedside table until I found a plastic hair pick, and returned to the mirror. I forked through my curls, giving my afro a little more volume. It couldn’t hurt to keep myself well groomed. I put the pick in my pocket, in case I might need it later, and got back to the task at hand. Those pesky shoes. I threw open my closet doors, and dug through my things, but found no shoes. Where were they hiding?
I got down on the floor and stretched my arm under my bed. There were random pieces of paper and empty water bottles, but no shoes.
“LEVI!” My sister screamed my name again. Ariel was six years older than me, and she thought that made her the boss. Fortunately, my eldest brother, Caleb, was a year older than her, so he was the boss. Ariel and Caleb fought a lot, but it was more of that roughhousing I was talking about earlier than any actual anger.
“COMING!” Maybe my shoes would be downstairs. I ran down the stairs, nearly slipping and falling to my death on the hardwood in my socks.
“There you are. Get your shoes on, dad wants to leave, like now.” Ariel was already fully dressed, with a silvery dress that her long curls fell over. She even seemed to be wearing some makeup, which was a bit unusual for her.
“Come on Ariel, he can wait like two minutes.” Caleb rolled his eyes at her dramatically, and approached me, “Levi, your shoes are by the table.” He shook his head and sighed, “You said you’d remember.”
“Well I was a liar, then.” I remembered no such thing. I grabbed my shoes from under the table, which still had some black socks curled up inside. I’d have to just pull them out and leave them for now.
“Hurry up or we’ll leave without you!” Ariel held the door open and whined at me, “My arm’s getting tired…”
“I’m coming!” I crammed my feet into my shoes and ran up ahead. As soon as I was outside I was glad I wasn’t dressed like Ariel. Her dress was sleeveless, and it was pretty cool out. I quickly scrambled into the backseat of the car.
“So you decided to come after all,” My dad looked at me in the rearview mirror. He was typically the driver in our family. My mom was too busy wrangling her youngest to get behind the wheel. Maybe it was just a bit of rich traditionalism, but that’s how it was.
Unfortunately for me, I was the middle child of seven kids. Ariel, Caleb, and my other sister Maya got the privilege of the middle seating, as the oldest. I was relegated to the back seat with my nine year old twin brother and sister, Noah and Leah. The seventh child would be Eva, who took up far more space than a toddler had any right to.
“Leviiiii,” Noah immediately pulled on my sleeve to demand attention, “Play rock paper scissors with me and Leah.” He wasn’t asking, clearly.
“Rock paper scissors is a two player game.” I shrugged him off and tried to focus on whatever songs my parents had on in the front. Some classic rock, they loved to listen to this kind of stuff. Queen and Aerosmith, stuff they grew up on I guess.
“We want a tournament!” Leah whined back, “Rock. Paper. Scissors.” She chanted the words like a spell, and then did it again. And again. I was forced to concede.
I played rock paper scissors with them for a good twenty minutes, until they got bored and left me alone. I finally got the chance to pull out my phone and browse my low effort games. I mindlessly played through a few levels of a boring match three style game until we got where we were going.

We were going to have to go on a short hike, into a clearing in the woods. I could never understand why we got all dressed up in our best clothes to go out into the muddy forest, but formalities were formalities, and that is what we did.
“I can’t wait for you to get there, Levi.” Caleb always got a little hyper when we were outside on the full moon, but he was extra excited today. He was excited for me.
“Here’s hoping this actually works.” I was already fourteen, and I was beginning to have my reservations about whether or not this would ever happen.
“Oh please,” Ariel chimed in, “You think you’re really special enough for it not to?” She didn’t really mean it like that, only that the odds were low.
“Come on,” Caleb clapped his hands together, “I’m telling you, this is the night. You’re gonna get your form tonight, and nothing’s gonna stop you.” He was more certain than I was, he was always a bit of an optimist. Most of the people in the family were like that. I was always sort of the odd one out, I just wasn’t like the rest of my family. They were loud, aggressive, and playful, and I could be all those things too, but I had a softer side. I couldn’t be hyper all the time like they could. I was just a different breed, I guess.
“You’re probably right,” I needed to get myself in the same mindset as him, “No, you’re definitely right. Tonight, I become a werewolf, and be just like everyone else!”

Description
1 - Match Three - Levi

The Volkov family. We’re big, rich, and infamous for being just a little feral. See, my family is really into football, and my father even owns a team. Several of my brothers and cousins play professionally, and they’re known for getting more than a little rowdy at games. The kind of people who roughhouse for morale and dump gatorade on each other after games.
All this to say, nobody knows just how feral we really are. As I dressed myself in a dark grey blazer and a snazzy red tie, I was excited to get to join the family business. The real family business.
“LEVI!” My older sister yelled for me from downstairs. I was running just a little late, but I was at a loss as to where my shoes were. I couldn’t just wear my beat up tennis shoes, even though they were much more comfortable, as this was a formal event. The Moonlight Gala. It was very important, not just to my family, but to many others. I needed to dress to impress, and that meant figuring out where my dress shoes were. I glanced around my room, it was messier than it should have been, but I hated to clean so I didn’t bother. There were some clothes on the floor, over my chair, and a pair of my glasses were perched atop my floor length mirror. They were debatably fancier than my current glasses, which were round and meant to balance out my more angular face. Looking into the mirror, and being distracted from my goal of finding my shoes, I decided I needed to fix my hair.
I rummaged through my bedside table until I found a plastic hair pick, and returned to the mirror. I forked through my curls, giving my afro a little more volume. It couldn’t hurt to keep myself well groomed. I put the pick in my pocket, in case I might need it later, and got back to the task at hand. Those pesky shoes. I threw open my closet doors, and dug through my things, but found no shoes. Where were they hiding?
I got down on the floor and stretched my arm under my bed. There were random pieces of paper and empty water bottles, but no shoes.
“LEVI!” My sister screamed my name again. Ariel was six years older than me, and she thought that made her the boss. Fortunately, my eldest brother, Caleb, was a year older than her, so he was the boss. Ariel and Caleb fought a lot, but it was more of that roughhousing I was talking about earlier than any actual anger.
“COMING!” Maybe my shoes would be downstairs. I ran down the stairs, nearly slipping and falling to my death on the hardwood in my socks.
“There you are. Get your shoes on, dad wants to leave, like now.” Ariel was already fully dressed, with a silvery dress that her long curls fell over. She even seemed to be wearing some makeup, which was a bit unusual for her.
“Come on Ariel, he can wait like two minutes.” Caleb rolled his eyes at her dramatically, and approached me, “Levi, your shoes are by the table.” He shook his head and sighed, “You said you’d remember.”
“Well I was a liar, then.” I remembered no such thing. I grabbed my shoes from under the table, which still had some black socks curled up inside. I’d have to just pull them out and leave them for now.
“Hurry up or we’ll leave without you!” Ariel held the door open and whined at me, “My arm’s getting tired…”
“I’m coming!” I crammed my feet into my shoes and ran up ahead. As soon as I was outside I was glad I wasn’t dressed like Ariel. Her dress was sleeveless, and it was pretty cool out. I quickly scrambled into the backseat of the car.
“So you decided to come after all,” My dad looked at me in the rearview mirror. He was typically the driver in our family. My mom was too busy wrangling her youngest to get behind the wheel. Maybe it was just a bit of rich traditionalism, but that’s how it was.
Unfortunately for me, I was the middle child of seven kids. Ariel, Caleb, and my other sister Maya got the privilege of the middle seating, as the oldest. I was relegated to the back seat with my nine year old twin brother and sister, Noah and Leah. The seventh child would be Eva, who took up far more space than a toddler had any right to.
“Leviiiii,” Noah immediately pulled on my sleeve to demand attention, “Play rock paper scissors with me and Leah.” He wasn’t asking, clearly.
“Rock paper scissors is a two player game.” I shrugged him off and tried to focus on whatever songs my parents had on in the front. Some classic rock, they loved to listen to this kind of stuff. Queen and Aerosmith, stuff they grew up on I guess.
“We want a tournament!” Leah whined back, “Rock. Paper. Scissors.” She chanted the words like a spell, and then did it again. And again. I was forced to concede.
I played rock paper scissors with them for a good twenty minutes, until they got bored and left me alone. I finally got the chance to pull out my phone and browse my low effort games. I mindlessly played through a few levels of a boring match three style game until we got where we were going.

We were going to have to go on a short hike, into a clearing in the woods. I could never understand why we got all dressed up in our best clothes to go out into the muddy forest, but formalities were formalities, and that is what we did.
“I can’t wait for you to get there, Levi.” Caleb always got a little hyper when we were outside on the full moon, but he was extra excited today. He was excited for me.
“Here’s hoping this actually works.” I was already fourteen, and I was beginning to have my reservations about whether or not this would ever happen.
“Oh please,” Ariel chimed in, “You think you’re really special enough for it not to?” She didn’t really mean it like that, only that the odds were low.
“Come on,” Caleb clapped his hands together, “I’m telling you, this is the night. You’re gonna get your form tonight, and nothing’s gonna stop you.” He was more certain than I was, he was always a bit of an optimist. Most of the people in the family were like that. I was always sort of the odd one out, I just wasn’t like the rest of my family. They were loud, aggressive, and playful, and I could be all those things too, but I had a softer side. I couldn’t be hyper all the time like they could. I was just a different breed, I guess.
“You’re probably right,” I needed to get myself in the same mindset as him, “No, you’re definitely right. Tonight, I become a werewolf, and be just like everyone else!”