[ WP ] The twist is that the main character is a bear .

The drizzling rain, the blaring car horns, and the loud buzz of millions of conversations all confirmed to me that Monday was the worst day ever. Especially during the rush hour in New York City, which was crazy even on a not-Monday. 
 I side stepped out of the way as a man ran past, flapping his arms in the air and screaming about Jesus The One and Only Savior. I did n't really even mind though. The terrible traffic and the crazies were worth it for protection from the one thing that truly terrified me... bears. I shuddered just thinking about them. A horrifying species of animal that chilled my blood colder than Edward Cullen's, with their eerily white teeth ( like carnivorous dentists! ) and their unnaturally long claws ( like my grandma! ). 
 
 The first time I'd ever seen one in person I'd been but a baby. It was at the zoo, in an enclosure. I somehow winded up in the enclosure with it ( thanks a lot, uncle Ricky ), and it decided a little toddler was the perfect breakfast. It'd been a miracle I got out unharmed, I figured. 
 
 
 The second time was when I went on a junior camping trip with my school's softball team. I'd woken up late at night, having to go to the bathroom. I decided I did n't need to wake the camp counselor, or need a flash light. The moonlight was more than bright enough, being full and all. I pushed the tent door open, only to see it directly across the clearing. Staring right at me. It finally turned around and walked away, but I was n't having any of that. I knew it would circle around to get me from behind, so I took off running. I spent most of the night desperately running through the woods. 
 
 
 Those are actually the only two times I've ever seen a bear, since I avoid them like the plague now - I have a mini panic attack if I even see a picture of one - but they left lasting impressions. 
 
 
 So, yes, living in a crappy one room apartment was way worth not having to deal with bears. I continued on my way, walking more briskly now. I was going to be late to work, I worried. I had almost made it to my office when my phone rang. Clicking accept, I questioned who it was. 
 
 
 `` Diana...'' The voice rasped. I froze. 
 
 
 `` What do you want?'' 
 
 
 `` You... are....'' The voice paused. Oh man, what if it was some sort of insane killer. Maybe he'd kidnapped everyone I'd ever known, and I was next. Or maybe I was in grave danger. What if someone was about to shoot up the place? Or maybe it was an IRS investigator. I thought that last one would be the worst, but I found I was wrong as the voice finished. 
 
 `` BEAR.'' I let out a wail, which came out a growl. I dashed to the nearest shiny object only to see a terrifying about, dark brown eyes, and round ears staring back. No. No, this was n't possible! This could n't be happening! I began sobbing, falling to the ground. 
 
 I am bear.
