So, here is the second chapter, delivered in fairly good time! It is not very long, but I tell you there is lots of work behind it. I actually drew maps of the whole school, made up schedules for all the guys and made up teachers. So, I put a lot of effort into those 719 words of story.
Especially considering that I have an important geographyessay to write.

Anyway, done with the bragging, time for review replies!

Darkimpa: I know right? XD I have been waay to lazy. Well, I'm back? ;P Hopefully better.

Love2talk96: Thank you dear. ^^ To be honest, the descriptions were the most enjoyable part of that chapter X3 And, there will be an interesting plot, I promise you. ;P I have Plans.

Ferretgirlsz: I promise you not to drop this one, it will continue! ^^

Darth Vyper: This story should have been written long time ago, but, I am happy I got the opportunity too...XD I have just started High School myself, and it's quite different here in Sweden. But, it's not reality we're looking for right? The american version of high school will be perfect for my purposes.
Thank you very much for the tip, I will definately think of that! This chapter is actually just a description of their situation, the next one ought to be a little more entertaining. And should be up sometime next weekend.

Disclaimer: The characters from Darren Shan saga are not owned by me, everything else.. actually is mine. Wow, what a feeling of power. I own a school.

Reviews would be nice ^^

Love Elena

The building was large and impressing, its red brick walls being warmed by the sunlight stretched at least three floors up. To the right of the entrance there was a path leading across the schoolyard to a fountain and a bunch of trees, providing shadow and blocking the the road from view.

To the left there was a small building, consisting only of two walls and a roof, to protect the bikes from rain. If ou continued over the grass around the school you would see a well kept soccer field and a gym hall.

Thompson High.

As the sun rose higher over the city of Calford – well-known for its soccer team and for being hometown to the famous novelist Anne Thompson – six former creatures of the night made their way towards the school. Out of habit they kept to the shadows, suspiciously blinking to the sun but in secret enjoying its unknown warmth.
Desmond had left them no time to adjust to their new surroundings, their uniforms and books had arrived the same day and the school had started only one day after the had woken up as humans. None of them had actually dared to leave the house that day, the chock of returning to humanity was still to great. Discussions had been few and lame, they all knew that they had to go through this if they ever wanted to return to the clan again.

That doesn't say they liked the situation.

-"So...what classes were you in again?" Darren asked nervously. As the person that had most recently been human he felt some kind of responsibility against his friends.

Arrow muttered, adjusting his tie.

-"1c. Why do we have to wear these things anyway?! The are ridiculous!" His voice, now without any of the deep growling sound they were used to, sounded almost shrill.

-"It is to make all students alike, so no one has to feel left out. " Paris said wisely. "And it's a symbol of status, in my time it was a priveligie to go to school."

-"Oh, so I guess we ought to be grateful?" Mika sneered. The white shirt and marine tie suited him a little better than Arrow, but it was strange to see him wearing else than black.

-"I am not saying that Mika." Paris answered calmly. "Arrow, I believe you and Larten are in the same class?"
Arrow just looked grumpy, and Larten took out the envelope with his name on it, the information Desmond had left them about classes and such.
-"I think so.." He said insecurely. "Darren, what is this again?" He held out the paper to his student, clearly embarrassed. Darren threw an eye on the paper.

-"Yep, 1c. Will you be fine?" He asked his mentor in a lower voice, referring to the fact that Larten could not read, only make out some characters and write his own name.

The boy with ginger hair did not answer, for they had now arrived at their destination.

-"It looks... big." Kurda said silently. The little group walked instinctively into the shade of the trees of the fountain, taking in the surroundings. Students passed them, chatting and carrying books and bags. If they left the shelter of the trees they would be a part of that mass.

Paris was the one that spoke.

-"I should go inside now, it would not be polite to keep my students waiting."
He was the only one of them that had not been reduced to teenage, but appeared to be in his thirties, and his letter had told him he was the schools new history teacher. The others nodded, and reluctantly they left the shade and walked up to the entrance.

The semester had started only a week ago, and the main hall the entered was filled with tanned young students, discussing their holidays. The gang threw a last eye on each other, and then split up. Larten and Arrow walked to the right, were according to the map their classroom would be located. Paris walked up the stairs to the teachers longue, followed by Darren and Mika who also had been placed in the same class. Kurda walked out the doors again and went around the school for his first PE lesson.

The day had started.

Next chapter will be their first classes. any questions, things I have missed or errors - please point them out! I want to improve!