Hey guys, my name is Anna. This is my first crossover, so please bear with me. Oh and for you HP fans, just a warning: I'm not sure how long it's going to be before she meets HP characters. Yeah... that's it.

"Hey Nessie!" someone called from behind my back. I reluctantly turned to see Matthew Newton giving me that same annoying toothy smile he gave me every day. I composed up what I knew is a very fake smile, but it fooled him. Ah, humans… they are just so gullible.

"Hi Matt…" I said quietly. He beamed from the fact that a pretty girl had just said his name… not to be conceited, but I was pretty – I was half vampire for God's sake.

He walked with me as I headed for the gymnasium. "You ready for gym today?" he asked. "I hear we're gonna be playing flag football."

Oh joy. "Inside, I hope," I said with a bored tone. "It's covered in mud out there."

He nodded and walked into the boy's locker room. I let out a dramatic sigh of relief and headed for the girl's locker room. Going to gym scared the crap out of me the first day. I was so scared that when I undressed that I was going to have an extra something that humans didn't have, or vice versa. Luckily, all was well and we had all the same body parts – mine were just a lot paler

"Nessie!" I turned around for a second time to find my friend, Claire behind me. I smiled. She groaned. "Flag football is gonna suck," she said as we walked into the locker room. "And they're not even splitting us up," she continued as she unlocked our small, shared locker, "it's freaking co-ed." I just nodded as she continued on her long, well-rehearsed rant. We threw on our shorts and tee shirts and walked into the gym. There were two piles of little belt things with colored strips sitting in the corner. Claire moaned.

"Alright!" the coach bellowed. "We'll be playing flag football today. I'll assign each of you a team and you'll go on and put your belt on. One is red and two is yellow." He numbered us off and smiled when he came to me, I was a two. It always scared me how my male teachers were so friendly to me, especially the coach, with his tight fitting tee shirt and his basketball shorts that clearly showed off his lack of an athletic cup. I smiled back at him, trying to hide the eminent fear of being molested from my face. He bounced away to the other students, satisfied. I shuddered.

I walk towards the yellow team, looking for someone to talk to. Claire was on the red team, not looking at all pleased. I noticed how much her team physically outweighed us. Matt, who was ironically on my team, noticed it too. "Aww man," he groaned, "we're gonna get raped." Some of the girls giggled. Hahaha, Matt you're sooo funny. Excuse me while I puke. It's not that I didn't like Matt, but he got extremely annoying. He would occasionally greet me in the hallway wait "Ayy, baby!" and I would just walk away to resist the temptation of ripping his head off and going to town on his O- blood. Believe me, I could do it.

I huddled with the rest of the girls as the boys dove violently at each other if order to tear the strips off of each others' belts. Whenever the coach looked up at us from doing God knows what we would chase each other around to make it look like we were somewhat playing.

Claire's rant continued when we got back in the locker room… and on our way to Latin. I felt like banging my head on something so the ringing in my ears would drown her voice out, but I decided I probably shouldn't.

The rest of the day was uneventful, until I arrived home.