I sweep my hair to the side, and apply a thick layer or mascara, followed by eyeliner. Ugh. School. Even though we've only just moved here, I'm already dreading it. At least I don't have to wear anything stupid, I think, as I throw on my school uniform. Grey shirt, dark green tie, tight black jeans and black vans. "Charlie, you're going to be late if you don't hurry up!" my Mum shouts from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm coming alright!" I shout back. Leaving my room in a state, I grab my rucksack and hurtle down the stairs. I make a run for the door. "And where do you think you're going, young lady?" Shit. I turn round to face my mother staring at me. Everyone says we look alike, so I've been trying my hardest no too lately. Unlike my mother, I've cut my hair super short (which she didn't agree with) and dyed it black. I've pierced my ears and placed studs in them. My Mother, on the other hand, has gone for the more "natural look".
"I'm going to school. Or do you want me to be late on my first day?" I sneer at her. Let's just say that after my first transformation we haven't had the best mother-daughter relationship. "Don't speak to me like that young lady. In fact, that was exactly what I wanted to talk to you about before you leave. Try controlling yourself today, ok? I don't want another call from the principle informing me you've started another fight! If I do, you'll be grounded until the next full moon! Understand?" I look away from her, knowing that she means every word. "I said: do I make myself clear?" "Yes!" I shout, flashing my eyes at her. "And mind you quit that too!" she adds. "Now go on, your father is up now so that means you're really late."
As I sprint out the door, I wonder if mum actually thought I was going to get on the bus. Why, when I have perfectly good legs? It's only a 10 minutes run through the woods. I sprint in the general direction of the school, going amazingly fast. The world blurs as I tear through the woods, hardly making a sound. As I near the school, I slow to a jog, knowing it would look odd if i came tearing onto the school grounds. As I reach the outline of the trees, I check myself in the screen of my phone to see my eyes are bright yellow. How didn't I notice? I'll have to try recognizing it, THAT defiantly can't happen during school. I give myself a few minutes to steady my breathing, and then walk up the path into the school.
The first thing I notice as I walk closer is the awful colour choice. What idiot chooses a mouldy yellow and a depressing grey and thinks "Now that would really lift the mood at this school!" Bleh. I trudge up to the main reception. Standing in front of the desk, I clear my throat, and a plump looking women glances up. A small smile appears on her face as she says "Ah, and you must be Charlotte-"Charlie, actually", I say. She smiles again "Well Charlie, I was just on the phone to your form tutor. He says everything is set up for you. Here's your timetable," she says as she passes me the sheet of paper. "Welcome to Montsaye!" I inwardly grown
As I walk into the classroom, I smell a scent that could only belong to a Wolfblood. Curious, I glance around, following the scent. At the back of the class, sat a group of kids, 3 girls, 2 boys. They looked really out of place in this fashioned obsessed school, carrying rucksacks and plain faces. The scent, I realised, was not only emitting from one of the kids, but 3. I sit down in the first empty chair I see, trying to hide myself from the rest of the class. As I plug my headphones in to my phone, and start Avenge Sevenfold at the top volume, I can sense them watching me. They must of caught my scent, and realised I was a Wolfblood too. When my form tutor walks in, I realise my years in this school are going to be hell. He is the reincarnation of Clark Kent, I swear. Curtained hair, duck footed with bold black "spectacles", he plops himself on the stool, and begins talking (thankfully not noticing me). The more he talked about some bullshit class rules, the more and more I began to give up on life altogether. I have a feeling that I'll transform one day out of sheer boredom of this form. Well, at least it would make life more interesting.
I can still feel those kids watching me from the back of the classroom. I decide that I would glance round, just for a second. As I do, I see that one of the boys was blonde, with a scowl permanently stuck on his face. The other boy was black, with a cropped hair cut. The girls were more intimidating; 2 redheads, one hair colour more extreme than the other. The girl who sat closest to the blonde boy (and what looked to be that they were holding hands) was brown haired and short. I turned around again, realising that the blonde boy, the darkest redhead and the brown haired girl all were emitting the scent that only belonged to a Wolfblood. The bell rings, and I jump out of my seat, already half way out the door. I sprint to the bathroom; luckily no one was in there. I breathe, looking into the mirror for the comfort of someone who wasn't a stranger. Fuckity fuck fuck. Why does there have to be another pack already here? My life was already hard enough with mum and dad breathing down my neck constantly an- the girls from the back of the class walk in.
I turn round, glaring at them. "You can cut the crap," the brown haired girl says, in a northern accent, "we know what you are. We could smell you from a mile away." Clearly she is the top dog, from the way she stands slightly in front of the other two. I flash my eyes at her; and she glares back at me. "We don't mean any harm" the human says. She gives a small smile. She's the only one in the room who does. The others glare me. I glare back. "I'm Shannon," she continues "and this is Maddy and Jana" she gestures to the other two. Deciding to be polite, I nod my head and say "Charlie."
"Nice to meet you Char- " but she never finished because "Maddy" says "What are you doing on my territory? GET OFF MY LAND" feeling my instincts kick in, a low growl escapes my throat. I reply "And who are you to question me? I go where I please. I don't give a flying fuck whose territory I'm invading. Go go comb your main, I have more important things to attend to then listening to you bitch at me!" With that I growl, flash my eyes, and then storm out the bathroom, leaving the sound of a snarl behind me. Bitch.