Chapter 1: 1-1 The School
1-1 The School
Lyssa
IMPORTANT A/N: The first chapter is set in series 2+ where Shannon and Tom know about wolfbloods but Maddy and the Smiths are still there. I will be going back and doing series 1 episodes where (as shown on TV) Tom and Shannon are clueless. I will list in A/N's the timeline if it is not shown in the chapter title.
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I suppose I was dreading this. It was years since I had set foot in a school; years since I last went tame. My schooling lasted about 8 months before a wild wolfblood pack found me and drove me out. That was one of the times I barely escaped with my life. It taught me an important lesson though. Never dull your instincts. I thought I was safe in human territory. Wild wolfblood packs would never venture into civilisation. I was wrong. They would break all rules to kill me.
Maybe if I had a pack I would be safe. I'd been tame before and I could do it again. I preferred that life to one of running, never being safe. Oh and it was oh so much more comfortable. Showers were heaven compared to a creek. It was so much easier to survive and feed. It would be so much happier if I never had to drink animal blood again. It was even worse than frozen blood.
There would be a learning curve to going tame but if I could do it once, I could do it again. I had two raging beasts inside and less humanity in which to temper it with. I've been on my own for so long I didn't know what to do with company and humans nonetheless. Dealing with wolfbloods was much easier; fight or flight. A show of strength might make them run away if I was lucky. The social niceties of humans was unknown to me. My knowledge only consisted of how to survive and an eight month stint at a school. I was apprehensive to say the least.
Forms were fudged and addresses were fabricated. Passing myself off as an adult went without a hitch. I was apparently mature for my age. Living in the wild by yourself would do that I guess.
I was in something called a registration room. I was to come here every morning to register here yet I had History here, confusing. This Mr Jeffries seemed like an interesting person. I saw him ride into school on a bicycle. Who in their right mind did that? Was he some sort of enviromentalist? I think that was what you call those people who were obsessed about nature.
"Class, this is Lysa Myasoray. She is will be joining our registration group and will be with us for the foreseeable future. Why don't you stand up and tell us a bit about yourself?" Mr Jeffries said.
"I'm Lysa Myasoray. I've traveled a lot but I'll probably be here a while so you're not getting rid of me anytime soon" I joked.
No one was laughing. I knew my attempts at humour was bad but I didn't think they were that bad. I heard whispers of freak and I turned round and glared at the speaker. Oh and I could glare. I didn't let my eyes change colour but I still pulled it off.
Mr Jeffries handed me my timetable. Double Maths and double Science, the joys. That was followed by double Art. Three double periods of classes that I had not either the patience or the knowledge for. Then the bell rang and I made my way out of the room. What I didn't know is that I was walking headfirst into trouble.
