It wasn't like I wasn't used to it by now. How the school was incredibly boring was beyond me. You'd think by now this hell hole would have formed some types of actual entertainment instead of making us kids fucking zombies. How the hell was I supposed to even focus? It was almost the end of my ninth grade year, yet not even sixteen yet. Only a few more minutes of school Hope… Only a few more. You'd think by now I'd be calm. Cool. Collected. But how could I? At home a new installment was waiting for me. A new game that my friend had suggested, and against my previous thoughts, I had grown interest in it. A game called Seduce Me, and from what I could tell, it seemed… Somewhat inappropriate. But how did you expect to get any sexual action at my age? I didn't admit it at the time, but well.. I may or may not have been craving some, well.. Attention. Hey, don't judge me just yet. I'm a hormonal teen with bad knowledge of naughty topics. I was working in my last classroom, it was civics, and surprisingly, the class and teacher had grown on me. The teacher was a blunt and serious man, but his humor was amazing. No one could tell when he was sarcastic or serious, and it had gained some serious respect for himself.

"Hey, Mr. Winford. How much longer till we get out?" At this time, Samantha had spoken up from the utter silence in our class, and the man behind the desk peered over at her, his attention from the computer now averted to the fiery redhead. His dull brown eyes looked up at his clock, and he sighed softly. "Look at the clock, Ms. Smith. You have eyes for a reason." His voice made her flinch, but the sentence made me hold back a chuckle, my eyes gleaming. Red appeared on her cheeks as embarrassment fluttered over her features. "I-I knew that." A few of my classmates snickered under their breath but was quickly silenced by his now piercing gaze. As Mr. Winford ruffled his dark colored locks, I could tell the irritation was becoming slightly harder to hide. I sighed softly, moving a few honey colored strands away from my face to join the messy bun. I knew I was one of his favored students, so maybe he wouldn't react to me as harshly as some. I stood up from my chair and pulled down the edge of my maroon colored sweatshirt. It was weird to some why I wore a hoodie near summer time, but.. I had my own personal reasons. Keeping my sleeves down as I walked over to his desk, I sent him a slight smirk. "Kids getting on your nerves?" My voice wasn't as loud as Samantha's but he still heard me.

I could tell from the spark in his gaze I caught his attention. Even though he remained like stone, I could tell by the almost smile on lips that he seemed a little more at ease. "Are you sure you're not the one annoying me?" A rolled my eyes at his statement and shrugged. "You haven't told me to back off yet, so I think I'm good." A chuckle left his lips as he leaned back in his chair. "So, Mullins, what do you plan on doing this summer?" I tapped my chin in a mocking manner, as if I was actually considering to move out of my bed with my own free will. I wasn't an active person, per say, but I liked to go to the gym every now and then to keep my fighting skills in check. Well, my human fighting skills. "A little bit of Netflix and chill by my lonesome, maybe some sleeping. Same old. And you?" Mr. Winford opened on of his drawers, and instantly my curiosity peaked. My question required him to search through his drawer? If it wasn't for him smiling, I would have honestly been fearful. Instead of something used for discipline, he brought out two plane tickets with floral decoration on each one. His smile broadened when he crossed his arms and felt proud of himself. I only gave out a laugh, tilting my head to the head. "What, a floral scratch and sniff? I didn't know you were feminine Mr. Winford." Red tinted his cheeks and pushed them forward for me to read the fine print. He grumbled slightly, a scowl on his lips.

I picked up one of the papers, and read the print. Admission plane ticket to Hawaii. A smile broke through my usual hard features, and looked back at him with teasing silvery-blue eyes, an eyebrow quirked up. "Oooh, going on a trip with the Miss?" He nodded, his masculine pride slowly coming back as he noticed I was only teasing him. "Yes, and I hope to-" Before he could finish his sentence, a bell rang out through the halls, and with that, a few whoops of hollar coming from my fellow students. My teacher only shook his head and offered me a quick smile. "Have a good summer." I nodded my head to him, as if to say I wished the same for him as I retreated to get my bag and swung it over my shoulder. Once I stepped out of the classroom, a rush of air left my body as someone crashed into me, but planting my feet firmly on the ground, I was able to grab onto them and felt my glare finding their familiar colored eyes. Before I snapped, I noticed those peculiar green eyes and felt my body relax. Thomas laughed softly, pulling back away from me. "You should have seen your face! It actually looked scary, considering how much of a small stack you are." I sent an annoyed huff in his direction, crossing my arms as I had to crane my neck up at him. Besides my height, I was hefty and thick, curvy even. I had a very prominent hour glass frame, and a larger bust and chest because of it. But I was only 5'2, and my best friend was almost 6'0! It made me appear small, and I did all I could to appear otherwise. But Thomas only ruffled my hair and booped my nose. "Calm down. I'm just walking you to the bus, Hope." I didn't let my stern features go down, no matter if he had calmed me down. For over nine years now, Thomas had been the one by my side to either annoy me or help me.

I let out another huff, but it was obvious I was only doing it to maintain my appearance. My thoughts were still and void, not really thinking of anything in particular until Thomas' voice broke through my train of thought. "So, what do you plan on doing when you get home?" I sighed softly, and shrugged, not caring if I appeared stoic or not at this point. "I'm going to play a game called Seduce Me. I thought it would-" An annoyed groan left his body, his palm meeting his forehead as he sighed in irritation. The notion in itself had made me agitated causing me to impulsively punch his shoulder. He let out an ow as he grabbed his shoulder, surprise in his gaze. "Ouch! What the hell was that for?" I smirked slightly, and pulled my hand up again. "For silently judging me." Right when I was about to punch him again, he held his hands up in surrender, but momentarily moving away his black colored strands away from his face. "Okay, okay! Geez.. I reacted that way because my sister practically drools over that game, and she keeps saying this dude Erik is like.. The best? I don't know, but after that, her search history was not innocent.." A shudder went down his spine, as if practically gagging at the thought of his sister doing something else while searching up these so called not innocent items. "We all know you've watched porn Thomas. I don't see why you think your sister isn't able to do the same." His eyes widened as he shushed me, shoving his hand over my mouth. I wasn't okay with that. Before he could say anything else, I bit his hand. Thomas yelped from my bite and pulled his hand away, his lips in a pouting form. "Still… That's my sister. You, on the other hand, might need it." His words caused curiosity to spark up. "You haven't had any action since Jake, and we all know you secretly crave having sex with me."

I only rolled my eyes, laughing at his narcissistic manner. "Sure, sure. Dream on. And Jake was a dick, still is. I'm so glad we're over. He will be the first and last person I ever fuck. I learned my mistake." Jake was.. A touchy subject, seeing as how when no one had been around, he was verbally abusive and would degrade me. The last thing I needed was to think about that cheating motherfucker when I was going to go home and play a game. I was nearing my bus, and I turned back to Thomas, waving in goodbye. "Don't smoke weed, dude." I had said in goodbye, smirking widely. "And you don't masturbate too much. I hear it makes your muscles tense up. Though, it can be difficult not to think of me." His flirtatious comment only made me punch one last time, sprinting off to the bus door before he could retaliate. The drive on my way home was filled with my headphones blocking out any noise. Today, I was the only one riding the bus home. My four younger siblings had gone to my grandparents flower shop, and my parents had recently came up and tried to help out. But honestly, I wanted to avoid my parents. They had been making pretty stupid mistakes lately, and it only drove the wedge I already had with them deeper. I felt disconnected with them both ever since my biological father's death. Mainly because they had never told me that he had passed away until the day before his funeral, and nonetheless, I was pissed off. All of my siblings had the same blood, and I knew I was different, which may have been the cause of my isolation from my family. Don't get me wrong, I loved my family, but.. It was difficult. Always staying under prying and judgemental stares, having to remain picture perfect. I hated it.

Once I made it home, I threw my bag to the side and instantly walked over to my room upstairs. The roof was slanted, and my room was painted a sickly pink. It almost made me gag. I was a fan of more darker colors, anything other than pink. I sighed in relief, seeing my computer. Sitting down in my cushioned my roller chair, I placed my hand on my mouse and entered in the password. On my screen, I smiled at the icon of a dark colored heart with wings, the words Seduce Me Otome Game underneath. A smile finally appeared on my lips, and I clicked the game icon. I watched as the Steam page began to load the game up for me, and I patiently waited, my fingers fiddling with a bendy straw that was bent to a 90 degree angle. I always needed something in my hands. A bing could be heard from my phone, and the message was from none other than Marrisa- My pack leader. Though I wasn't a werewolf, the pack had taken me in because of my fox-like characteristics, and knew I was a kitsune before I even knew myself. But I was a strange case, half human and half kitsune. Well.. half fire kitsune. From what they knew, I was the last of my kind after my father's death. It was only right to try and contain my powers, right? Well, the pack became close friends that I grew to hold close over the years. The text read Marissa: Pack meeting at 10 tonight. It was the full moon, and I knew that it was important, not to me though. I wasn't able to shift entirely into my fox shape, and wasn't needed most of the time. I sent a reply saying Can't. Busy tonight. Have to take care of the house. Well, I wasn't wrong. After an hour or two playing the game, I planned on cleaning up. Marrisa seemed okay with it. But for once.. I wanted to get away from all the supernatural bullshit. I knew I was different, in both my family and the pack. I wasn't a wolf, nor was I completely human.

My attention was drawn back to the computer, and instantly, I smiled at the sight of the game. It was finally loaded, and the music playing from the game was calming. It was better to focus on the game before my thoughts became severely upsetting, and I placed my hand over the mouse once more, admiring the art. For a free game, this looks awesome! But I voted against judging it by the appearance. Sure, it seemed cool, but I've played games with cool designs before but had horrible story build up. I clicked new game, and my screen froze. I was confused, and tried clicking it again. "Goddammit. I bet it's a virus." When I had tried getting up though, I was stuck to my chair. Once again, I was confused, and became agitated. "What the-" A bright purple and white light emitted from my computer scream, and I had to look away from it. The chair underneath me seemed to slowly fade away, and it felt like I was falling down a tunnel. I refused to open my eyes though, and then felt myself surrounded by.. Blankets? I opened my eyes, and was shocked to find myself in a completely different bedroom, and frantically pulled myself up, clutching the surprisingly thick comforter. Fear raced through my mind, and my breathing picked up. "Okay.. Okay.. I'm okay. I'm just in a different bedroom with shorts and a tank top on, and I saw my computer, I think, combust. I'm okay. It's just a dream." I turned to pinch myself, and pulled back at the pain, rubbing the spot I had pinched, glancing around, I stared wide eyed in the full length mirror ahead of me. For some reason, I appeared.. Older. Mature. I still had my pale skin, high cheekbones and freckles, along with my button nose. My hair was still the wavy reddish-honey colored locks I was born with. My eyes were still a cool blue-gray. Everything almost was the same but… I couldn't help but proclaim my shock out loud.

"The Hell?"