Two chapters, one day? It's a good omen! Enjoy the chapter, and please review to help motivate me! I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's a lot longer then the last!

I sat in the counselor's office, impatiently tapping my shoe as my green eyes drifted to the window in the office. I watched as people passed by, many curiously meeting my own gaze. A new kid was a rarity here in La Push, especially a pale red-haired wonder. This was because La Push was in the middle of nowhere, where typically only native Quileutes had lived.

I had my story for being here, but that could be reserved for another time. It wasn't so special.

The bell calling for first period had rung, everyone outside the window I peered through had appeared to pick up the pace.

Then, there were the dumb couples that walked like time was on their side, hugging and cuddling for the world to see. There was one atrocious pair that had made out like it was their last day on earth.

Oh how tempted I was to open that window and yell at them to get a room.

However, that would only confirm I was a bitter, lonely, single. I refused to sink to that level. I'll just get eight cats who'll love me unconditionally.

Now currently I was worried for my own mental health...

The tardy bell had rung, and here I was, still waiting in this damned counselor's office. This school has so few people, how busy could she be?

With a lot more waiting, a tiny woman in her late 40s walked out, sipping at a coffee.

I bet she had a wonderful time torturing my patience! She approached me with an ugly fake smile on her face.

"Hello McKendra," she attempted welcoming me, misprouncing my own name.

"McKenna," I interrupted gently, correcting her while still seeming polite. She rolled her eyes, continuing to speak.

"Here's schedule and a map, if you get lost, ask anyone around for help. First period is almost over, so just go ahead and try finding second period for now."

Then, the rude woman shooed me away.

Did it really take all of first period to get me a freaking map and schedule?

I wandered around aimlessly, struggling to find my Spanish class, when the bell rang. People here, there, everywhere.

Then, panic took place. I felt myself itch under my skin, never had I been around so many people in such a closed up area.

"Where is Miss Barragan's room?" I asked out loud to myself, struggling to see the door plates with all the towering people above me.

Then, I swore I found a guardian angel. Boy, he was attractive, too.

A very large russet skinned man with chopped black hair approunched me, a warm smile on his face.

"Hey, you're going where I'm going! You can just follow me, I'll show you where the class is." His voice was deep, which had shocked me at first. I had noticed this boy was taller than everyone else, yet he still had the baby-ish look to his face, like innocence, almost.

The kind stranger lead me to Miss Barragan's room. Miss Barragan who was a tall skinny woman that had to be in her late 20s, rather young for a teacher. To be completely honest, she looked overwhelmed. I would bet money she didn't know how to control her class.

The guardian angel pointed to an empty seat beside him, and I accepedt the offer with no hesitation. Who wouldn't want to sit next to this hot piece of man-meat? I mean, unless you were vegetarian, I suppose.

"I'm McKenna." I offered my name gently, with a soft and grateful smile splattered on my freckly face.

He smiled back and nodded, "I'm Seth, nice to meet you! So, where're you from, McKenna?" His voice had held his energy and excitment. If I had to guess, he was the kind of person that was very easy to please. Luckily, he and I would get along just fine.

"I'm actually from Texas," I said gently, my teensy bit of Texan twang probably made it obvious, "But I've actually lived in Washington for a pretty long while, since 5th grade, to be exact."

Seth nodded and was prepared to respond, but the tardy bell rang, indicating it was time to start class. To my relief, I was ahead of the class, so Spanish would be a breeze. Seth and I didn't speak the rest of the period.

Let me tell you, I was rather convinced my awkwardness had put him off somewhat.

The bell finally rang, and I began gathering my stuff. I watched as Seth was about to leave, then called his name. He was the only person so far I was comfortable with asking for directions. What can I say? I was awfully shy. I was so shy I'd rather count the freckles on my arms then go make conversation with a stranger.

"Yeah McKenna, what is it?" Seth asked, his voice hinting with patience.

"Where is theatre arts?" I blushed slightly, fiddling with my ginger braid to keeps my hands busy.

Seth pointed down the hallway, "Go straight until you hit the cafetorium, the stage is in the very back of that building." I smiled and nodded happily, it sounded pretty straight-forward.

As I turned, prepared to go find my next class, Seth interrupted, "Let me warn you, McKenna, if I remember right, you've got Paul, Jared, and Embry in that class. Those guys are bad news," Seth paused as he pretended to shiver in disgust, "Especially when they're together."

I frowned and nodded, this heavy on my mind as I headed to theatre. As I walked, taking my pretty little time, I could help but dwell on old memories back before I was home-schooled.

I sat up proudly on the dome that the children loved to climb on, imagining myself ruler of this playground. All creatures that walked into this territory became mine, however I decided right then I would be a good and fine leader. I'd be so great, the name McKenna Eisley will be written in all textbooks!

"Hey look at Eisley!" The rude voice of a small boy interrupted my thoughts, and I instantly glared down at my subject. It was a boy I'd never been too fond of, Paul.

"I say we push 'er down, afterall, that fat of hers will protect her!" Paul shouted.

Instantly, the other boys, Jared and Embry, snorted out laughing so hard you could've sworn they busted their guts.

Tears filled my eyes, and I was too afraid to say anything back.

"I wouldn't touch her though," Paul continued. The other boys stared at him, wondering where he was going with this.

"Because everyone she touches dies!"

Embry and Jared, as if on cue, bursted into laughter. This hit a soft spot, the boys had gone to personal.

I slowly climbed down the dome, full of tears and sniffles with thoughts of my folks.

Since that day, the teasing continued day after day. By October, I was a broken mess. That was when I had successfully talked Alex into getting me home-schooled.

I shoved my hands in my pockets, still preparing myself for this moment. I'll be honest, I was shaking like a leaf. Or like someone with incredibly low blood sugar. I then snorted at my crummy similes. Funny, even when I'm scared, I can amuse myself.

So much had changed since I was ten years old in fifth grade, though. I had a sense of humor, I could defend myself! I no longer played "pretend," or went by my middle name "Eisley."

I was McKenna. A completely different person.

Silently I slid through the curtains, entering the stage. It didn't look much like a classroom, it was a relatively empty stage with props laying here and there, with many chairs lined up for the students to sit in. I quickly approached a man on his computer, who looked to be the teacher.
"Hi, I'm new here. I'm McKenna Marie," I said shyly as I proceeded to fiddle with my hair.

He looked up and smiled, instantly I felt rather welcomed.

"I'm Mr. Ernesto, welcome!" Boy, this guy sounded far too enthusiastic about his job.

"Looks like you started school just at the right time! We're just now finishing up with a sound project, so today while everyone is presenting their clips, you can get to know the class before we start duets tomorrow."

I nodded, trying to take all of Mr. Ernesto's energy and information in all at once.

"There is an empty spot for you to sit right in between those fellows," Mr. Ernesto pointed to two tall, dark-skinned guys, and I instantly felt my heart being to do gymnastics in my chest.

Moving to the the two guys, I sat in the empty seat between them, dropping my backpack onto the ground. They didn't even bother looking at me, like I was hardly worth their time.

"Douche-nozzles." I whispered under my breath.

The one to my left looked over to me, obviously hearing my words.

"You wanna say that a bit louder, little lady?" he said, his voice deep and his hazel eyes piercing.

He was quite a bit taller than myself with long black hair that was verging on the haircut of Justin Beiber. I bit my lip in fear, deciding whether to repeat myself, or ignore him completely.

I guess I was feeling brave, and I turned to the boy. "Douche. Nozzle. That better for ya?" I said slowly as if I had been speaking to a child.

The boy shook his head as he looked down at me.

"Little ginger bitch, sounds like you need to learn your place."

"Paul!" Mr. Ernesto interrupted the fued quickly. "Principal's office, now."

Then, I was left there blinking in complete shock. I'd been in the class for less than 10 minutes, and I unkowingly get in an arguement with him.

I was right about that poptart this morning.

What a bad omen.

Just an extra note, everyone has yet to turn into wolves. Everyone is growing, but not turning -quite- yet. So we're clear, currently Seth is a freshman and McKenna is a sophomore. May your poptarts bring you good omens! -I. Vonder