Another fanfiction. With another werewolf. This one's all... snarky and stuff. She's just an angel. Tell me if it moves to fast, or if you get confused, because I'll rewrite it. Thanks for reading, too.
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"Wow," I say, looking up at a building that I've circled for about the twentieth time, frowning. "That's just awesome..."What can I say? I'm lost in a freaking school. "Hello?! Can anyone direct me to the main office?! Or... a chair person or... something?!" I've been wandering around for about half-an-hour now. After I got through the gates, I got lost in the woods. Why would a school need a fucking personal forest? Who needs one of those?!! Who the hell is so rich, that one day, they say, "Hey, let's get a bunch of trees and bushes to confuse people into wandering around for a whi--"
"Do you need help?" A blond-haired, blue-eyed boy comes from behind a tree, giving me a wicked grin. Oh God. I don't want to deal with any boys. Especially not him. He looks all arrogant and what-not. "Are you lost?" he asks.
"Uh, yes. I'm looking for Headmaster Cross," Remember your manners, Gale. Don't make any enemies just yet. "I'm an exchange student from the U.S. It'd be really nice if you could take me to him."
"Of course I'll take you to him, but first... You're really pretty, you know. Do you want to come with me?" He asks, picking up a flower, and studying it, like he was talking to a little kid.
Fuck no, my friend!! I'm practically screaming through my 'angry-smile', my kindness running dry as I take another step away. He called me pretty. I don't like people who lie. "Just take me to the Principal, please."
"Oh, that's no fun," the boy tells me, walking a little closer with a fake pout. I take a step back. "You want to leave already? Are you shy, Miss America?"
"Back up, buddy," I tell him. Now I'm getting annoyed. "I just want Cross."
"Come," he tells me. "I haven't had a drink in a while, and I haven't seen the prefects around recently. And your blood smells so... unique. Not sweet or anything, just really weird. I want to see how that tastes." Blondy's eyes start to glow red, and my foot isn't moving. When I look down, it's covered in ice.
"Dammit, man. I don't want to ruin these shoes. I bought them just for you and your prissy vampire school." I shook my foot (with a little effort) from the ice. He was taken aback, like someone had insulted him and he wasn't sure what to say.
"What is this?" he asked with a scowl. "You're not a vampire. You can't b-"
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Har-har. I hope you've enjoyed it! :) Any questions and suggestions are welcome, dears.