LYRIAN'S POV-

I stared at the chalk board; letters swirled and danced around creating weird words that made no sense to me. I grumbled something to my friend who was next to me and she giggled a little, causing our science teacher's fiery brown eyes to glare upon us. I stared back unfazed, until he returned to his meaningless babble. On and on he went until finally the class was saved by the bell. We were the first to leave the room.

"Did you see his face? Pfft!" Kaylee laughed, running her hand through her reddish-brown hair. She frequently dyed it, claiming that she hated the colour brown, but within hours, the brown would show even though she had dyed it.

I laughed, despite my fear of Mr. Morrison's glaring brown eyes. He would definitely do something murderous to me later on. Like triple my month's homework. Sometimes, I wish I was in control of things, but then I have to think rationally... Think first, act later- and do not act like your idiot moronic mother.

"Let's hurry and meet the others and tell them about Mr. Moron's glaring. I'll bet they'll find it even more amusing." I said to Kaylee who laughed, and began to weave paper into an origami crane. That was just Kaylee; she could never keep her hands still. She was always creating random things out of anything she could get her hands on; I was used to it so I never said anything though. Another thing that was odd about Kaylee was that she had one green eye and one blue eye, which you wouldn't really notice unless you look directly at her.

Me on the other hand, I had green eyes with that odd brightness that reminded me of lightning and I had really long, and really wavy black hair. Even if some thought it looked pretty, I felt like I was wearing a mop, a thick one may I add.

We survived the walk down the locker hallway without being thrown into a locker by our hair. Unfortunately, the bullies still existed, but my common sense told me to veer away from any washrooms within vicinity of the school.

We opened the door to the learning centre and met up with our other weird friends, Raven and Safdeisha- silent f. Let me give you the basics of them, Raven was a very distracted girl with shoulder-length black hair and grey eyes. Safdeisha (Remember the silent f) had dark brown hair with green streaks, that she tried to convince us were natural, but we were very sure they were not unless she was made out of mould- ew.

-ONE SHOT TIME!-

(Or had snakes for hair?)

(Kaylee what the fuck are you doing in my head?)

(I made a thought transferring machine!)

(GET THE FUCK OUT!)

Raven stared at us calmly, she was trying to read a book about goats, but being dyslexic like me and Kaylee, it was something really hard to do. She looked frustrated and she glanced at the teacher in the corner. Mrs. Sphine was a mean old bat, even if she was in her thirties. I hated her and she hated me, but a lot of people seemed to hate me so I normally just deal with it.

"Hey guys!" Safdeisha grinned at us, using her loud voice that seemed to echo around the room and Mrs. Sphine growled at us, her pointy nose scrunching up in disgust. She muttered something about having to teach imbeciles.

I gave her a glare when she wasn't looking at us, but she quickly turned around and caught me. "Problem Ms. Connors?" She said in her high pitched squeaky voice. She sounded like broken breaks on a bike.

"No, of course not Mrs. Sphine, there is no problem." I said seriously, but she didn't buy it, not one bit at all.

"yea, everythings fine." Kaylee said under her breath.

She turned on her heel and left the room; I looked at my friends and rolled my eyes. "Man she is one... ugh." I couldn't find the word for her.

"I hate how she teaches our religions class, like really she can barely hold her temper in for half a minute." Kaylee sighed, letting strands of dyed red hair into her face. I carefully drew a picture of how ugly Mrs. Sphine was, I mean, I could imagine her as one of those damned ugly monsters she tells us about in Greek mythology.

While me, Kaylee and Safdeisha began to eat, Raven just stared. It could be rather unnerving... and creepy, but she was just socially awkward. I slowly chewed on a croissant and stared back at Raven.

"So Lyra, how did Mr. Morrison treat you today?" Raven asked curiously in her nonchalant tone.

"Probably like dirt on a window again." Safdeisha said pointedly, light dancing in her dark brown eyes.

"More or less, I guess he did." Kaylee agreed.

"He did." I nodded, ending the topic smoothly.

"I swear, if you keep pissing off your teachers, you'll both get detentions, you've been lucky so far, but c'mon." Raven smiled.

"Speaking about detentions, all four of you will join me afterschool- We have called all of your parents, except you Ms. Safdeisha, we've spoken to the head of Marikina adoption home. All of your parents." He added, looking directly at Kaylee who swallowed her root beer agitatedly.

"Whatever, sir!" Safdeisha laughed heartily.

"That's another half an hour on to your detentions." Mr. Morrison grinned an ugly and very scary smile.

"That's kinda ug-" Kaylee dived over the table and onto Safdeisha, she screamed as they both landed on the floor, watching Mr. Morrison's retreating figure.

"Guys, they're calling my parents. Ya know... My stepdad?" Kaylee said fearfully, getting off of Safdeisha, who drew in a sharp breath of pain.

"Right, what are you gonna do?" Raven asked worriedly.

"Not go home, I mean, I can't exactly go home now that Mr. Arse has decided to call them..." Kaylee frown teary-eyed.

"Let's go and breathe some fresh air." I smiled at her, trying to get her to take the hint. Luckily, she nodded and stood up.

"Okay, sure, leave us, that's nice..." Safdeisha pouted.

"Sorry." I apologized curtly, and walked out of the room. Detention, even though I had no idea what I'd done, clever Lyra, I thought to myself with a grumble

The walk to get outside was pretty interesting. A group of female bullies, most plastered orange with foundation to cover scars and zits. I guess I could be considered lucky because my skin seemed to be in good condition. I glared at them and told them to get a life and y'know f-word off, because, I could not be bothered with them at this precise time. Kaylee was upset, and I knew why.

The first time I had been to Kaylee's house, her parents seemed nice, but I accidently dropped my fork when I was eating and... Well, needless to say they didn't enjoy that too much, even though I apologized. Her stepdad began to shout at me, and me? Of course I shouted back. I don't hold grudges for that long, but I do stick up for myself. Hehe.

Anyway, I'm just gonna say that Kaylee's parents? Don't mess with them, Mr. And Mrs. Winnet are not very nice people. Luckily Kaylee is though!

So, we finally got outside, and it was colder than I thought it was. It must've been around 4 degrees, in SUMMER, AMERICA. Jeez, whoever controls the weather needs to think this through.

"Well, what now, I'm not going home. Is your mother home afterschool?" Kaylee asked me, her blue eye and her green eye staring into my own.

"Yes she is, and I guess we wait outside until bell goes." I said lamely, chewing on my sleeves. "You need time alone?" I asked her.

"That might be nice..." Kaylee smiled, but her eyes weren't smiling at all.

"Alright, see you in math." I said, walking away, still chewing on my sleeve.

I walked around the school building, and listened to the kids around. Secrets, gossip and insults were being thrown around all across the school. I was glad I only had three friends in this school. To me, they were my only way of keeping sane.

I heard voices I hadn't heard before, and it triggered my more curious side. I stuck to the wall; there were three voices, two boys and a girl. I listened closely and caught a few bits and pieces of what they were saying.

"...Are you sure Grover? We can't head into a school full of mortals and terrorize the place!" The girl's voice said seriously. Mortals? And I thought I was crazy.

"...I'm positive; I smelt something in there... Well, I smelt something that wasn't quite right. And I'm sure it wasn't..." He trailed off and I heard sniffs.

"What do you smell, Grover?" The other boy asked, in a New York accent-Yes, I could tell, I've seen enough movies- and I heard a metallic sound of metal graze against the wall. I froze in place, fear gripped at me and I turned the corner behind me. I knew they had looked over to try and find me, because I heard the girl sigh in relief. Who did they think I was? And what kind of name was Grover anyway?

I decided to take my cue and leave but the 'mortal' thing kinda freaked me out. I guess I was way too mundane for these things; these people were probably escapes from a mental prison, right. I should probably tell a teacher, but then again, they'd think I was crazy.

I'd settled on keeping it to myself unless I ever run into them again. A safe bet would tell me they probably won't leave until they figure out who was dropping eaves on their conversation. Wow, that was a weird way of saying eavesdropping.

After this lovely fiasco, I took a bite of my sandwich while resting against a tree in the school yard. A huge gust of wind blew it right out of my hands. I saw a stick move in the tree, and a quick shade of a cerulean sweater. I stared for a moment, but then remembered my sandwich, I frowned. Now I'd be hungry in math.

I decided to head back as the bell rang, oh god, how I wish I wasn't completely mortal.