Kate was running late. This was unusual as normally her body-clock was spot on, she cursed herself inwardly for allowing herself an extra ten precious minutes in bed. She hadn't had time for breakfast so she'd grabbed an apple from the counter and shouted her a quick goodbye to her brother Chris.
She cursed him inwardly as well, he was a Senior and got away with skipping school alot back home, something she assumed he was trying out here.

She climbed clumsily into her rusting Camaro, which she doubted was even second hand when her dad had bought it for her, she pulled out of her driveway with acute precision as she was an excellent driver and although Chris would never admit it, definitely better than him, she had excellent reflexes, something he'd had to work on in order to be a good hunter. Kate concentrated harder on the road today, trying desperately to keep her mind, and nervous stomach off today's challenge; her first day at Beacon Hills' High School.

Kate had to be tougher than most high school students, being raised into a family of devoted hunters, but the prospect of being a newcomer at a high school of all things, filled her with a feeling of nausea.

Beacon Falls could never be classified as a big town, and as she pulled into the school parking lot a mere ten minutes later, Kate had already begun wishing that the town's population was infinitely higher. Small towns like this developed small town syndrome, in which everybody knew everybodies business, no secrets in a place like this, well that was the assumpton.

Due to her slight tardiness the parking lot was largely full, and it took her a few minutes before she spotted a space in a darkened corner by the West block. Kate parked next to a shiny black chevy camaro, she spent a few seconds both admiring it, and envying its owner before she was overtaken by the familiar feeling of panic, and she picked up her pace and power-walked to class.

Five minutes later Kate was comfortably situated in her new British History classroom, the classrom itself was pretty easy to find, situated on the main corridor that had been built in a slightly confusing quad shape. The History teacher Mr Kane, a tall dangly man, with glasses and a twitch had seated her next to a pretty brunette who had smiled fleetingly at her when she arrived, but now seemed more interested in Mr Kane's lecture.

'It is possible that throughout history creatures may have been mistakenly personified, it is possible, though highly unlikely Mr Wells, that mysteries such as serial killings may have been the work of animals we now have far more knowledge about, but that we were not aware of before.' Mr Kane dismissed the boy's further attempts to question him and continued loudly 'This week you are to produce a character profile on somebody you deem to be interesting during the British Renaissance period, you are to work with your desk partner, and time is 'a wasting, so get cracking!' Mr Kane retreated to behind his mahogany desk with a cup of coffee and a crossword, leaving Kate to introduce herself to her new neighbour, this particular part she had been dreading the most.

Kate waited patiently for the girl to finish scribbling notes furiously, and highlighting everything so much so that the pink fluorescent color of the page was blinding her slightly and when the pretty brunette finally looked up Kate had her arranged her features into the best game-face she could muster up.

'I'm right to assume you're new?' Kate nodded, unsure as to whether they were going to get along, she hadn't had many friends at her old school, she had learned the hard way to be very careful when deciding who and who not to trust.

The brunette arranged her face into a dazzling smile that seemed genuine, and somehow Kate found herself telling the brunette her name, and why she'd come to Beacon Falls. 'I'm Kate, Kate Argent, my dad's from her originally, when he and my mom split he decided to move back here, I guess he got tired of the big city, my mom travels a lot, so for me and my brother Beacon Hills was the less lonely option.' Kate blushed, hoping she'd not bored this girl for all of two minutes, but the brunette looked fascinated.

'Your brother, is he older?' She inquired, Kate nodded, 'Does he suffer from big-brother syndrome, symptoms are over protectiveness, and anger at any male who shows the slight bit of interest in you?' Kate laughed, a high pitched relieved sound, that was Chris down to a T.

Although she forced herself not to think of the real reason her brother was so overprotective. The bell rang in shrill tones, breaking Kate out of reverie. 'We've managed to do absolutely no work' the brunette remarked, smirking as she gathered up her books, Kate mirrored her actions worrying about what she'd find in her next class. The brunette walked her out of the door and down the long corridor she'd hurried up earlier, a blur of pastel colors and strange smells that represented High School.

Kate had toured the school last week and had a vague idea about where she was going. The brunette came to a stop outside a brown door with a circular pane of class on it, showing the math class inside which was slowly filling up. The brunette turned and smiled at Kate, 'I'm not saying you have to or anything, but if you need someone to sit with at lunch...' she trailed off,

'That'd be great, as long as you don't mind me tagging along' The girl smiled and turned to go into class, when a sudden thought struck Kate, 'I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?'
'Laura' The brunette said with emphasis, 'Laura Hale'.