That was literally impossible.

"No way," Silver breathed, trying to find another excuse. Maybe this was a dream- but no, she knew better than that. This was real life, she was awake, and she was not going to wake up and everything would be better again, her eyes back to their gray shade.

"What's wrong?" her mother asked, finally looking from the window shield.

"What? Oh, nothing. Just realized I…uh, have a test today."

"Oh. Well, did you study for it?"

Internally groaning at how her mother was such a mother, she said, "Yes, Mom," as curtly as she could and leaned her forehead against the window.

Except the window was burning.

She bit her lip to hold back a scream, and took her forehead off. Rubbing it, she looked at the window, wondering if the sun could really soak through enough to burn her forehead like that. How could it?

And how long would it take for the sun to burn her like that just from touching her?

This is a mistake, she thought dully, as her mother pulled up to the school, oh God, oh man, oh God All Mighty this is a mistake. With a capital 'M'.

"Have a nice day, Honey," her mother said as she got out.

HA! Nice day, yeah, sure. I'll have a nice day with my black eyes and my burning skin. Oh no, I have gym today- today's a nice, sunny day, yeah sure we'll be sure to go outside and my skin will burn and I'll be in agony and-

And it's just like a movie she'd seen before.

What was the movie called? Silver wondered as she ran to the door of the school. She heard her mom's car drive off and quickly entered the- thankfully- shadowy building. Underworld, that's what it was called.

That's where she'd heard the word that she woke up with too. Lycanthropy. She'd heard it on that movie.

Hmm. That's odd.

She decided to shake it off. Opening her locker was a chore- eight, five, six…she tried to open it but it wouldn't open. She tried the combo again, and when it didn't work, pulled angrily at it.

And broke it.

Pieces of the metal lock fell to the floor, and Silver stared after them, astonished. Someone tapped her shoulder. It was her English teacher, a small little girl skinner than her, but no younger than thirty. "Need a new lock, I suppose. And take your sunglasses off, Miss Stone."

"Yes, Mrs. Leaf," and she took her sunglasses off, put them in her locker, and picked up the pieces of the broken lock.

"How did you manage that?" Mrs. Leaf gave her an extra lock.

"I…I'm not sure. I think that it just fell and cracked."

Mrs. Leaf narrowed her eyes at Silver accusingly. "It's metal."

"Yeah, I know, weird."

Liar, LIAR pants on FIRE! the crude voice in her head said in a sing-song voice. She rolled her eyes at it, but otherwise ignored it.

"Well, get to class, Miss Stone."

"Okay."

She grabbed her stuff and headed off to Choir, where she knew she'd have to face that big, sunlit room and sing her solo. In front of everyone with the black eyes and the burning skin? She wondered absentmindedly if it'd bubble like the movie.

The thought made her smile, and then frown. What if it did?

"Silver!"

She jumped and turned toward Mika, one of her friends, and tried her best to smile. "Hey, Mika. What's up."
"Oh nothing I was just-" she stopped when she saw her eyes, something Mrs. Leaf luckily didn't look close enough to see. "Oh my God! What is up with your eyes?"

"They're color contacts," Silver said, acting as nonchalant as she could. "My prescription is all messed up. Mom's going to fix it later."

"Oh." She still blinked, looking into Silver's eyes in an uncomfortable way. "But it's so…real looking!"

"I know, very."

"Everyone else is going to freak!"

Oh God, I hope not.

No God here for you, sugar, not no more, the voice said again.

That was another thing she was afraid of.

Her skin didn't bubble up, but it was very itchy and uncomfortable. The more she itched, the more irritated it got, so she left it alone. But it still itched under the very core of her.

Itch it, honey. Come on you can do it. Itch your skin, oh it itches! ITCH IT!

Was that voice apart of her? Or was it someone else entirely?

The voice laughed, huck-huck-huck and she knew it was not her. Not any part of her.

"It's so pretty!"

"Yeah, I really like it."

"I like your other eyes better."

The last one was from Silver's best boy friend, Mark. He was looking into her eyes whereas everyone else was looking at them. She blushed, but seemed to keep her amused demeanor although she wanted to go home. "I'm getting them fixed."

Liar, LIAR pants on FIRE.

"Don't!"

"Yeah, they're sweet."

"They're creepy," Mark remarked, and took a bite of his pizza. "They're black."

"No," Molly, Marks' twin sister and also Silver's friend, corrected. "They're just really dark brown. Right?"

Really dark brown? Sure. "Yeah, they were called Teddy Bear Brown, I think."

The lunchroom got louder, and everyone looked around, wondering what the commotion was. There was a boy, a really cute boy actually, arguing with a lunch lady.

Silver wondered…

She tried to listen hard, focus on the boy and the lunch lady…

She could hear what they were saying.

"I just need to talk to her-"

"No! You do not go to the school so you will not!"

"Please."

Who were they talking about? Although, Silver had a very good idea…her stomach turned and she had to focus harder on what they were saying to keep their voices tuned.

"No."

"What's the problem?" the principal came, a curious and somewhat baffled look on her face.

"This man just walked in and-"

"I need to talk to a student of yours, please."

"Who may that student be?"

"A girl by the name of Silver Stone."

Of freaking course.