Part 4
Misty stared after the blonde girl in disbelief. How could *anyone* - especially a walking Malibu Barbie knew who she was? She had been so careful! So careful...
The hallways were emptying. Tossing her hair over er shoulders she gathered her confidence and walked of to class. She had come this far and no walking Barbie doll was going to scare her off.
She wouldn't have been surprised if they were just words to scare her. Misty was determined to get through the day. It would be so much easier if she had had at least *one* person to talk to.
All her good feelings that morning about making it in her new life were dwindling rapidly. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe she should just say the hell with this town.
Misty trudged from class to class that morning, feeling like she was walking into her own death each time. The blonde girl was in two of her classes, and each time she caught Misty looking her way, she smirked and waved.
Misty frowned and turned to the brunette in the seat next to her. "Who's she?" she asked.
"Imogene Starlight," the girl told her. "Her parents own over half the important businesses around here."
Misty nodded. "Thanks." Her French wasn't all that good, but roughly translated she was sure that name meant something like Starlight or Star-shine. It didn't sound like a familiar Night World name. She was leaning towards a witch clan.
Before, she could have just picked up the phone and called her friends in the Circle Daybreak research department and asked. Leg work was just not her thing. But as Misty Catrall, she couldn't do that. She had o Night World friends with connections.
At lunch she walked through the cafeteria line, piling her plate with junk food and finding an empty table at the back of the room. She felt a stab of envy watching Emerald and her friends waltz in, hating the way the humans cleared out the way, seeming to react to clan of snotty girls like they were royalty.
"Hey, you're in our seats." Misty looked up to see two girls and a guy were approaching her table.
"I don't see your names written here," Misty said sourly, standing her ground. She had had enough of being stepped on for one day.
One of the girls, dressed in a black leather halter neck and black leather pants, shoulder length purple hair to complete her Goth look, just looked at her and laughed. "She's got spunk that's more than I can say for most."
"Oh for god's sake violet, Violet, get over yourself," the boy shook her head. He wasn't that big for a guy, small, with a friendly smile, curly dark hair and nice blue eyes. Just ordinary. "She's kind of territorial," he said. Flashing that smile again, he at down opposite Misty.
Territoriality immediately made Misty think that Violet might be a werewolf, who were notorious for that sort of thing, though Violet wasn't a werewolf name she'd have thought of.
"Oh shut it, Mayon," Violet snorted, sitting down. "If she's down she's going to have to share."
"I didn't even know you knew what that word meant," the other girl, a small blonde snorted.
"Ha fucking ha," Violet snorted.
The blonde smiled. "Hi, I'm Cindy."
"Misty."
Violet laughed. "You're kidding, right?"
"Are you with that so-called tough-bitch attitude crap?" Misty shot back.
Violet smirked. "Touché."
"Why move *here* of all places?" Cindy asked.
Misty's cheerfulness returned as the friendly chatter continued. Maybe there was hope for her here after all. She didn't get a sense of evil from any of them, so she guessed they might be Daybreakers.
Part of her was trying to warn her teaming up with new Daybreakers was, of course, dangerous. But Misty couldn't become a Night World agent, she just had no clue how to be - evil enough. Sure, she could be a little snappish and occasionally her attempts at sarcasm came off drier than she thought, but not evil.
~Why does something always have to get in the way?~ she thought.
"I wouldn't get too comfortable is I were you." She was accosted by Imogene as she made her way out the cafeteria as lunch ended.
Misty sighed with irritation. "What is your *problem*?" she snapped.
Imogene smiled strangely. "You'd love to know that, wouldn't you?"
Misty stared at her, forcing herself to keep her temper. She felt like punching this bitch. "I don't get it," she said.
"You wouldn't. But you will." And again, she walked off.
Misty looked around the cafeteria. Everywhere she looked people were avoiding looking back at her. What the hell was going on around here?
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Misty stared after the blonde girl in disbelief. How could *anyone* - especially a walking Malibu Barbie knew who she was? She had been so careful! So careful...
The hallways were emptying. Tossing her hair over er shoulders she gathered her confidence and walked of to class. She had come this far and no walking Barbie doll was going to scare her off.
She wouldn't have been surprised if they were just words to scare her. Misty was determined to get through the day. It would be so much easier if she had had at least *one* person to talk to.
All her good feelings that morning about making it in her new life were dwindling rapidly. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe she should just say the hell with this town.
Misty trudged from class to class that morning, feeling like she was walking into her own death each time. The blonde girl was in two of her classes, and each time she caught Misty looking her way, she smirked and waved.
Misty frowned and turned to the brunette in the seat next to her. "Who's she?" she asked.
"Imogene Starlight," the girl told her. "Her parents own over half the important businesses around here."
Misty nodded. "Thanks." Her French wasn't all that good, but roughly translated she was sure that name meant something like Starlight or Star-shine. It didn't sound like a familiar Night World name. She was leaning towards a witch clan.
Before, she could have just picked up the phone and called her friends in the Circle Daybreak research department and asked. Leg work was just not her thing. But as Misty Catrall, she couldn't do that. She had o Night World friends with connections.
At lunch she walked through the cafeteria line, piling her plate with junk food and finding an empty table at the back of the room. She felt a stab of envy watching Emerald and her friends waltz in, hating the way the humans cleared out the way, seeming to react to clan of snotty girls like they were royalty.
"Hey, you're in our seats." Misty looked up to see two girls and a guy were approaching her table.
"I don't see your names written here," Misty said sourly, standing her ground. She had had enough of being stepped on for one day.
One of the girls, dressed in a black leather halter neck and black leather pants, shoulder length purple hair to complete her Goth look, just looked at her and laughed. "She's got spunk that's more than I can say for most."
"Oh for god's sake violet, Violet, get over yourself," the boy shook her head. He wasn't that big for a guy, small, with a friendly smile, curly dark hair and nice blue eyes. Just ordinary. "She's kind of territorial," he said. Flashing that smile again, he at down opposite Misty.
Territoriality immediately made Misty think that Violet might be a werewolf, who were notorious for that sort of thing, though Violet wasn't a werewolf name she'd have thought of.
"Oh shut it, Mayon," Violet snorted, sitting down. "If she's down she's going to have to share."
"I didn't even know you knew what that word meant," the other girl, a small blonde snorted.
"Ha fucking ha," Violet snorted.
The blonde smiled. "Hi, I'm Cindy."
"Misty."
Violet laughed. "You're kidding, right?"
"Are you with that so-called tough-bitch attitude crap?" Misty shot back.
Violet smirked. "Touché."
"Why move *here* of all places?" Cindy asked.
Misty's cheerfulness returned as the friendly chatter continued. Maybe there was hope for her here after all. She didn't get a sense of evil from any of them, so she guessed they might be Daybreakers.
Part of her was trying to warn her teaming up with new Daybreakers was, of course, dangerous. But Misty couldn't become a Night World agent, she just had no clue how to be - evil enough. Sure, she could be a little snappish and occasionally her attempts at sarcasm came off drier than she thought, but not evil.
~Why does something always have to get in the way?~ she thought.
"I wouldn't get too comfortable is I were you." She was accosted by Imogene as she made her way out the cafeteria as lunch ended.
Misty sighed with irritation. "What is your *problem*?" she snapped.
Imogene smiled strangely. "You'd love to know that, wouldn't you?"
Misty stared at her, forcing herself to keep her temper. She felt like punching this bitch. "I don't get it," she said.
"You wouldn't. But you will." And again, she walked off.
Misty looked around the cafeteria. Everywhere she looked people were avoiding looking back at her. What the hell was going on around here?
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