Disclaimer: I do not own Gravedale High or any of the characters therein. I merely like to play with them.

Reggie Moonshroud was not having a good day. Or rather, he was having a bad week. First, he'd spent 3 hours and fourteen minutes of his Monday night writing a theoretical exposition on the relativity of time, only to lose the file when his system crashed. Then, he'd had his glasses broken by one of the football goons on Tuesday when they slammed him into a locker for 'looking at them the wrong way.'

On Wednesday he'd lost a shoe in the marsh, and later fallen down the stairs. Then his partially rewritten exposition was lost once more to yet another computer crash, and he'd spent most of that night trying (and failing) to recover it.

Now, on Thursday, he had slept straight through his alarm, arriving to class late, a first for him.

Settling wearily into his desk after explaining his tardiness to Mr. Schneider, Reggie wanted nothing more than to curl up in his cozy bed and pull the covers over his furry ears, safe from the bad luck he'd somehow attracted in spades.

Unfortunately, Reggie was a devoted student, and would no sooner skip school than give up science. So, he suffered through his lessons, eyes burning, head aching, wishing he was somewhere else, but still attempting to follow Mr. Schneider's lecture on ancient Sumerian cuneiform.

Most of his fellow classmate's paid him no attention, either caught up in their own thoughts, or lulled into a mind-numbing state by Mr. Schneider's topic choice.

The only student who noticed Reggie's pitiful state of being was Vinnie Stoker, who'd witnessed some of his friend's recent misfortunes, and was concerned by the pained expression he was currently attempting to conceal, as well as the drooping of his pointed ears, which he'd come to recognize as one of the leading signs of exhaustion in his werewolf friend.

Eventually the bell rang for the end of class, and the majority of the students filed out of the classroom, Mr. Schneider chasing after Frankentyke, who'd run off with his wooden pointer.

Reggie took longer than usual to get his books together, and tripped over his chair while standing, dropping his books and smacking his head on the corner of a desk on his way to the floor.

"You okay, Reg?" a familiar voice asked, as the vampire pulled the injured werewolf to his feet and gathering his scattered books from the floor.

"Y-yes," Reggie replied, trying to ignore the searing pain lancing through his skull. Whacking his head had not improved his headache one bit.

Reggie held out his hands for the books, but Vinnie shook his head.

"I'll carry these. Wouldn't want you to drop them again. I'll walk you to your locker, make sure you get there in one piece." He flashed the werewolf a reassuring smile, and Reggie gave him a grateful one in return.

"Thanks, Vinnie."

"No prob."

The two pals set off for Reggie's locker, and Reggie only tripped twice on his way there. Vinnie saved him from slamming into the ground both times, and resolved to stick by his friend for the next few days.

Little did he know just how serious Reggie's bad luck was about to get.